…So I spoke. And I prayed. Clumsily, most definitely, but with excitement. I have always loved writing and talking and here was an outlet to do what I loved, about a subject I loved, in front of people I loved. I remember, as people came up to hug me after the service, the overwhelming feeling of disappointment I had. I could never do this at my church.
…Why did God give me gifts that were not female? Why did God give me the desire to teach and preach and pray, when obviously, it was against His will for me to do those things? I confessed to my friends that had I been born male, I would have majored in Bible and become a preacher.
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