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Read A Holy FeastWriter · Counselor · Mother
For parents holding faith and love in the same trembling hands.
Once your child has come out, there’s a particular kind of silence that joins you on the car ride home from church.
I write for parents holding love, faith, fear, and hope all at once. For the moms and dads who need to remember it wasn’t their faith that failed them, but the narrow theology the community they deeply valued had fed them.
Who I write for
No matter the amount of laughter that wafts from the back seat, the loneliness in a mother’s heart hangs heavy. Desperation is a close companion as she remembers how the community that used to feel like home is now a reminder that her people do not fit the mold.
I am writing a book for Christian parents of LGBTQ+ children. For those parents. In that car.
It is for parents whose children have refused the formula the church handed to them. It is for families whose kids have come out and feel sent out or who just walked out of their own accord.
It is for parents who wonder who and where God is in a moment like this and where they fit into His plans.
It is for parents who fear losing God if they choose their child and for parents who fear losing their child if they choose God.
It is for the ones who are terrified of ending up all alone.
I think there’s a Jesus who comes in this moment. For this mom.
A Jesus who is larger than any particular way of being a church and who also doesn’t collude with the uncertainty of what to do with this terrified woman’s children while she’s feeling ripped in half by the two things she holds most dear.
A Jesus who not only rides home in the car with her, but who crams His scarred body right smack in the middle of her unorthodox children, belting out Ed Sheeran’s “love can change the world” lyrics as they take the long way home.
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A Holy Feast
Latest essays
Essays arrive every couple of weeks. Read the newest writing over on A Holy Feast.
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A Holy Feast
Latest essays
Essays arrive every couple of weeks. Read the newest writing over on A Holy Feast.
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No Matter What
We all have plans for the years we get to spend on this earth, both for ourselves and for the families we hope to raise. Much to our dismay, life has a way of changing course without warning — and we find ourselves merging onto a lane we did not choose.
What if our kids are not potholes but portals through which we will get to know Him more authentically?
About Wendy
I’m not writing to you as an authority.
Mental Health Counselor · Mother · Former Church Planter · Writer
I’m a mother to three LGBTQ+ adult kids, a mental health counselor, a former church planter, and a facilitator with The Allender Center, where I trained in storywork and narrative-focused trauma care under Dan Allender.
I write as a woman who left the tables that were set for someone different than I turned out to be, and who went looking — and found — Jesus at a shockingly spacious table. One that has a seat for every single one of us.
At home
My words are intended as a sort of Holy Feast that offers goodness to us all.
Stay at the table
Pull up a chair and exhale
A Holy Feast arrives every couple of weeks: essays offered as a kind of feast, with room at the table for your questions, your grief, and your hope. No fixing, no arguing — just company for the drive.
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