Every June, Pride Month sparks a lot of conversations. For some, it is a celebration. For others, it is a time of questions, reflection, or even discomfort. As a Christian, a woman of faith, and someone who believes deeply in the teachings of Jesus, I have come back to one truth over and over again: love one another.
I will be honest—I have struggled to find my voice when it comes to homosexuality. The church often pulls me one direction, while the world pulls me another. For a long time, I wrestled with where I stood. But I keep coming back to a simple question: Why can’t we just love who we love?
My faith has taught me that we all fall short. No one person gets to point fingers from a place of perfection. We all have things we struggle with—jealousy, lying, stealing, pride, and so many other things that separate us from God’s perfect standard. Sin is sin, and none of us walk through this life without needing grace.
Jesus did not command us to judge. He did not ask us to decide who was worthy of kindness, compassion, or a seat at the table. He taught us to love our neighbors, to care for those who have been excluded, and to show grace.
Pride Month is personal to me because I had the privilege of loving two incredible women who were my best friends for 12 years—Julie and Michele. They were married, they built a life together, and they were simply two of the most genuine, loving, and beautiful souls I have ever known.
Julie was more than a friend. She was family. Her laugh, her kindness, her support, and her presence left a mark on my heart that time will never erase. God rest Julie’s soul. I miss her every day, and I thank God for the years He gave me with her.
Knowing Julie and Michele did not challenge my faith. In many ways, it deepened my understanding of love, loyalty, and showing up for the people who matter most. They showed me what commitment looks like—standing beside someone through life’s highs and lows and choosing them every single day.
As a disability advocate, I know what it feels like to be underestimated, excluded, or made to feel like you do not belong. That is why I will always believe every person deserves dignity, respect, and the opportunity to live their life with authenticity.
I do not have every answer. I am still learning, still praying, and still seeking God. But I know this: I will always choose kindness. I will always choose compassion. I will always choose to love people the way Jesus loved people.
Because at the end of the day, when I stand before God, I do not believe He will ask me how well I judged others.
I believe He will ask me how well I loved.
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