I like being made uncomfortable. Being jolted out of my comfort zone to see things from a different perspective. Hmm. I think I have been trained this way ("arf arf"- my trained seal noise) by our church. In a good way! We are constantly challenged and
Today I went to see a potential client. She is a trans-gender female. I knew this before going and as I had never met a trans-gender person before I was a bit nervous. I prayed as I drove, for my mind to be non-judgemental and for me to see who she really was.
I saw pain. So much pain. I am not even going to write that I saw broken-ness because that may imply a judgemental mindset that I don't want. I saw pain. Pain shone out from her eyes. She only wanted a female designer as men have caused her such pain that she does not want a man in her home. Wow.
This is not the forum to for me to form an opinion on what this type of chosen gender means. I know what I believe and what God intended. I believe utterly in His Sovereignty and His plan in giving us our birth gender. This beautiful child of God chose a female gender as so much harm had been done to her as a male.
It was uncomfortable. And to push me even further out, the police turned up at one point to talk to her about an ex-flatmate.... Bye bye comfort zone.
As I drove off I realised how safe my existence is. I am sheltered and secure. I don't meet people like Z, I am just not in contact with them. I thank God for the chance to meet her. And I will pray for her. That God will touch her and show her that she is loved. Where she is. Right now. As she is, she is adored by a King.
And I thank Him for pushing me out my comfort zone. It's exhilarating out here!