This past Saturday my wife and I were planting flowers in the church's garden. There were many colors; reds, yellow carnation, white and purple. When they were planted, we admired them. When they were watered, the flowers seem to come alive with vitality.
I see those of us who are gender variant and transgender as flowers. We are a part of the wonderful landscape. Many have tried to burrow us under the soil but we keep springing up. We are are as much of God's creation as anyone else. Letting our beauty shine forth adds much to life's tapestry. Let's not hide it under a bushel basket but let our lives shine from the hilltops and mountains.