Time passed and things seems to be on the road to healing in my family, right up until spring 23, when a whole new nightmare appeared in my life, with the sudden announced from my only son that he is “trans”! He told me that he discovered his new gender identity/ obsession two years ago, during lockdown in 2021 and he was quickly affirmed by his two proud, politically queer, social justice warrior sisters.

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Then my son told me he didn't believe in God, because he knows how he “feels”! How he can somehow, impossibly “feel like a woman”, and that means he suddenly now just is one, so therefore he was made wrong! He further explained to me that thanks to modern “gender” science medicine, he can be his own creator with the help of a (monster) doctor. He says he doesn't need a “savior”, he's gonna save himself.

It made my blood run cold. I felt offended by the blasphemy, even though I hadn't been in church in decades and really didn't even understand what my own spirituality meant to me. But this felt dark and demonic. And when my precious gentle sweet boy told me he chose a new name, and his birth name I lovingly gave him, is now hurtful. And then I was given the choice of a dead son or another beautiful daughter!

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So in desperation, I gave the prayer a try. And the most amazing thing happened, God answered me! Showed me that my son is and always will be my son. That he is completely normal, there is nothing wrong with him! I got the message loud and clear that it's my job as his mother to stand up for reality. I wouldn't have believed that it was Jesus except that I specifically asked Jesus for guidance and within minutes was directed to the answers.