Two years ago when I very nearly lost my queer child to suicide, I would keep the worst lamentations of my broken heart in my car. On the worst day, I sat in my driveway sobbing and screaming at God demanding to know why he would give me this beautiful, wonderful boy and then let him be taken away. It has been a long journey back to feeling joy again. I have only been in a church once since that day. It is too hard knowing how many people there do not want my child to exist or think he is an abomination or think I will go to hell for loving him. I offer my humble and sincere gratitude for all of you that have followed in the way of Jesus as I know him and publicly shown support and love for families like mine. We carry a heavy load and we need the support and love of a church that values the precious lives of our children. My hope is that more bishops and clergy will join and that love will overcome the hate and fear. I hope that one day I will find my way back to a pew on Sunday.