Heather's parents have long been early to bed, early to rise, and, because of their military life, Heather and her husband have grown used to a very similar sleep schedule.
When you mix me in with the bunch, you have a case of "one of these things is not like the others."
So I will be cuddled up close to the microphone, headphones in my ears, and a prayer in my heart that the signal out here in the country will be enough to send Zee my love.
Speaking of prayer, I have not yet had the discussion of my gayness with Heather's parents. However, I was reading, thinking, and eventually praying last night about how I should handle the situation.
I was considering how I resent the fact that I am being judged, especially since we grow up with the verse that goes something like "Let he without sin cast the first stone."
But when I resent them for judging me, I'm also thinking about how I believe they are misled in their beliefs. So I'm judging the judging, and I'm casting stones that I have no right to ever touch.
I realized that I will never convince them that homosexuality is not a sin.
They will never convince me that homosexuality is a sin.
These two fact immediately make any discussion a moot point.
The only discussion that needs to take place is the one where we are both wrong for laying judgement on each other.
So as I fell asleep last night with these thoughts on my mind, I did pray. I prayed that when the time comes, I will set my pride and indignation to the side. I prayed that the love and the truth I feel from God will be self-evident when I speak, and that Heather's parents will recognize that I live my life with God in my heart, in a continuing search for the truth, and with an unshakable faith.
And then I prayed that that would be enough.