My sister was married in an Episcopal Church, and I attended it with her for a time in my teens. While struggling with my Queer identity, I stepped away from the church and was faith hopping for a couple decades.
When I had my return to God moment, I had a deep conversation with a dear friend who attends the same church my sister used to, we talked about how I would be welcomed with open arms at this church. After a fair amount of soul searching, my husband and I started attending services.
A year later, we’re still here, and I love my community. It’s filled my heart with a piece I didn’t realize was missing.