A gay couple visited our church on Sunday and brought along their beautiful little girl. I noticed they were each wearing what appeared to be wedding bands and they seemed like the perfect representation of domestic bliss. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was briefly struck with a sharp pang of jealousy.
Not long after Honey and I took our seats, I leaned towards him to ask if the kid was theirs, somehow thinking that he would magically have more knowledge of the situation than I. He told me he didn’t know, and I immediately blurted, “I want one!” He laughed and offered to request prayer for me, and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t referring to asking God to give me a child.
Even though I might be somewhat delusional, I’m keeping hope alive that one day we too will be married with children.