GOD Loves GAY

11/27/2025

Today, as the world slows down just enough for gratitude to rise to the surface, I find myself holding so many things at once — joy, grief, memory, hope, and a quiet faith that has carried me farther than I ever expected.

I give thanks for the love that surrounds me now, and for the love that shaped me in years past.

I give thanks for the people who sit at my table, and for the ones who shaped my heart but now sit at a different table —
one we reach with memory instead of our hands.

Their absence is its own kind of presence today, a reminder that love does not disappear… it transforms.

I’m grateful for the friends and chosen family who remind me every day that God’s love is wider, deeper, and far more generous than the narrow boxes people tried to put us in.

For the sacred spaces we create for one another — spaces filled with authenticity, courage, laughter, and belonging — I give thanks.

I’m grateful for a faith that survived what was done to it.

For a God who never left, even when people said I had to choose between who I am and who I’m loved by.

For grace that keeps finding its way back into my life, sometimes through prayer, sometimes through community,
and often through the simple kindness of those who walk beside me.

And today, I’m grateful for you — for every person who has shown up with compassion, who has offered a word, a smile, a memory, a moment of understanding.

You are the evidence of goodness in a world that can be unkind.

Wherever you are today — surrounded by family, held by chosen family, or simply resting with yourself — I pray you feel loved, remembered, and covered in peace.

Happy Thanksgiving. May gratitude fill your heart, faith steady your steps, and the memory of those we’ve lost remind us of how fiercely and beautifully we can love.

❤️🏳️‍🌈,
JMJ

10/13/2025

🤲🏻 My parents hands…

This picture means the world to me.
It’s my mom holding my dad’s hand as he was dying.

Every time I see it, I think about all the years those hands worked, created, comforted, and sacrificed for our family. Those hands built a home, cooked countless meals, wiped tears, fixed what was broken, held us when we were sick or scared, and reached for each other no matter what life brought their way.

There’s so much history in their touch — a lifetime of love and faith and quiet strength. Their devotion to family was never loud or showy; it was steady, humble, and constant. The kind of love that doesn’t always make headlines but changes everything it touches.

When I look at this photo, I see the passage of time written in their skin — the wrinkles, the wear, the tenderness. I see what it looks like to love someone through every season. And I’m filled with such deep gratitude for the example they set: love that works hard, forgives often, and never gives up.

To my mom — thank you for showing me what grace looks like in motion. You’ve carried so much with quiet strength and endless love. And to my dad — I feel your presence every day in the way I try to live, love, and care for others.

For anyone who’s loved and lost a parent, or who still gets to hug theirs today — may we always remember to be grateful for the hands that shaped us, the hearts that raised us, and the love that remains long after everything else fades.

❤️🏳️‍🌈,
JMJ

09/29/2025

09/21/2025

🌟 On this Sunday, I’m reminded how divided our country feels right now. But love calls us to something greater. If we aren’t willing to listen, to sit with people we disagree with, and to have conversations rooted in grace, how can hearts and minds ever be changed?

“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” (Romans 12:18)

May we choose patience over anger, compassion over judgment, and love over fear. That’s where healing begins.

❤️🏳️‍🌈,
JMJ

09/20/2025

I know some people wonder why I still believe in God, especially after the ways the church has hurt me. I grew up in the Assemblies of God, and like many q***r people, I’ve experienced rejection, judgment, and pain in places that were supposed to be safe.

I’ve been called an abomination. I was forced into reparative therapy and even subjected to exorcisms—things no child should ever have to endure. That was abuse, not love. And yet, even in those darkest moments, I felt God’s presence. Not in the voices condemning me, but in the quiet strength that carried me through. Not in the fear forced upon me, but in the love that whispered, “You are mine. You are beloved. You are whole.”

That is why I believe. God is too real for me to deny. I have seen God at work—in my life, in the lives of people I love, in moments of grace, healing, and unexpected joy. That presence, that love, that light—it cannot be erased by human failure.

My dad used to tell me, “Learn to separate who people say God is from who God really is.” And that has become my anchor. People will disappoint you. Institutions will fail. But God never will. God is not limited by our prejudice, our small-mindedness, or our fear. God is love that persists, love that sees us fully, love that calls us forward even when the world tries to hold us back.

And in the end, faith is the quiet, unwavering knowing that love—God’s love—will always meet us where we are. That even in our brokenness, we are seen. That even in our grief and fear, we are held. That even when the world seems dark, there is a light that cannot be snuffed out. And I carry that truth in my heart, not as a shield from pain, but as a home for hope, a place where I am never alone, and a reminder that love is stronger than anything that can try to break us.

❤️🏳️‍🌈,
JMJ

11/24/2024

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11/24/2023

Hope you have loads to be thankful for‼️
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

10/25/2023

I see you… ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷🩵🖤🤎