I could tell you so many wonderful stories of the generosity and kindness I've found in my many gay friends. Through all of my hard times, my bouts of depression, post-suicide recovery, every step of my journey, the people who have been the most faithful and who have never given up on me are my gay friends. My husband was very anti-gay when he and I first met. But after meeting and spending time with some of my gay friends, he too now embraces them and welcomes the ones who are couples into our home with open arms.

Nobody could EVER convince me that my gay friends aren't just as, if not MORE, beloved by God than I am or anyone else is. I've seen God's love shining through these friends, I've been loved back to life by their love, and will forever be grateful for their ongoing presence and friendship in my life.

We went to the gay marriage ceremony of one of my best friends last October. It was one of the most spiritually profound, dignified, lovely weddings hubby and I have ever attended. We love these guys as part of our own family.

Okay, enough ranting. Sorry. It wasn't so much a rant as a declaration of love and gratitude for these beloved friends of mine.