I have loved God for as long as I could remember. The Church was the place that nurtured that love. Yet, deep down, I carried a truth that felt like a collision: I was non-binary, lesbian, and I was full of questions the pews couldn't answer and wouldn’t welcome. At forty, I finally traded the safety of silence for the freedom of my truth. What I found wasn't a loss of faith, but a deeper one. The radical realization that I never had to reconcile my identity with God, because God never saw me as separate.