I didn’t think my finally-go-public coming out story would be like this. I’ve been out to friends. I was ready to come out publicly. I’d been ready. For a long time, I thought I would never come out publicly or ever on social media unless I met a woman that I was serious about. Then I got to the point that I was done hiding. I was done being a closeted bisexual Christian in an ultra-conservative social circle. I couldn’t handle being caged anymore. I wanted to let the world see who I really was. Tear the walls down. Let it bleed. Let things fall. Then build with whatever I had left. Individuals could decide if they wanted to stick around. I continued to come out to more friends. It gets easier. And yet I didn’t come out to my family or make some public announcement. I don’t even know why. It was fairly obvious anyway. My journey took a different path than I expected. I would have never believed my story held a chapter on deliverance. I didn’t believe in such things… until I heard someone’s testimony and saw their transformation was undeniable. That planted a seed of hope, hope that there was something to seek after that could change the way I didn’t want to be. I was bisexual for 17 years. In one day, my chains were broken. For me, this was chains. This is my experience. This is where I’m at right now and I want to talk about it.
Full stop disclaimer: I do not tolerate gay bashing. This blog is not some anti-gay rant from an ex-queer chick. Hateful or homophobic comments will be deleted. I have no desire to tell other people what they need to do with their sexual orientation. That’s a very sensitive matter for queer folks and people need to be gentle with that. If you find yourself on that path, you have to walk your own journey. It’s up to the individual to navigate this and decide what they’re going to do about it. I have no interest in controlling anybody. I have a lot of love for the queer community. The last thing I want is to be hurtful to any of them. I’m not here to condemn or criticize or correct. I’m simply here to share my story with you. I know everyone has their own unique story. Mine might look different than others. That’s okay. I wish someone who had walked through similar things had shared their story with me. So, here is mine. I hope it resonates with the people who need to hear it.
Friday night December 6th around 7-7:30pm is a night I’ll never forget. The “impossible” happened. Something I didn’t expect that day (or ever) happened. Deliverance happened. I feel like I received a miracle. It was nothing short of a powerful move of God. I prayed through. Jesus broke my shackles and took my 17 year struggle of being bisexual. I never thought that would happen for me. I could cut to the chase and tell you about that miraculous night, but first I want to tell you the whole story.
You won’t understand the power of deliverance
if you don’t understand the pain of bondage.
Before I begin, I again want to make very clear that I am in no way condemning the queer community. I love them. I was one of them. Everybody has their own journey and everybody’s story is unique. This is mine. I never expected it to be mine. I didn’t believe people could be delivered until I met someone who claimed to be and it was undeniably evident that he was genuinely transformed. I still didn’t think that would happen for me. This was a very unexpected blessing, a move of God I am immensely grateful for. I’m not telling anyone else they need to change. I’m telling you I’ve changed. This is real. It’s genuine. Deliverance is authentic. This is my story.