Op-ed: Confession of an Evangelical Mom

It took a while, but I have gone from devastation, to a grudging acceptance, to full-on joy. I don’t “accept” my daughter; I embrace her for who she is. Cholene pointed out to me that when we “accept” someone, we are putting ourselves in a superior position — we are “more than” and they are “less than.” That is the last thing I want to do.