Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Happy 4th of July. I pray this message finds you in peace and gratitude as we celebrate the 250th year of our nation. God bless you.
Today is a day of joy for many, and I rejoice with you. Yet for me it is also a day of quiet sorrow. Four years ago, on this very date, I made a decision born out of deep loneliness and vulnerability that I have since come to deeply regret.
At that time my husband had passed away and my children had been taken from me. I felt completely alone. In that fragile season, someone I trusted took advantage of my pain.
They told me that because I had always been a tomboy, I was “practically already trans,” and that becoming a man would finally make me happy and bring me the love I so desperately needed. I was hurting, I was lost, and I believed them.
I began testosterone and entered what was presented as “gender-affirming care.” The changes came quickly. My voice dropped into a lower register I still struggle to accept. Unwanted hair grew across my body. What was promised as freedom instead brought confusion, physical discomfort, and lasting consequences no one fully prepared me for.
I developed serious health complications, battled cancer twice, and now live with ongoing physical pain that often resists medication. The waivers I signed left me with little recourse when those complications appeared.
In God’s mercy, a dear friend gently reminded me of the beauty and dignity of being a woman. She, too, is a tomboy, yet she helped me see that I did not need to become someone else to be loved.
Through her witness and the grace of Christ, I found the courage to stop the hormones and return to the woman God created me to be.When word spread that I had stepped away, many of my former friends turned on me. They called me a “gender traitor.” Some threatened to expose me and put my family at risk. The acceptance I had been told was unconditional disappeared the moment I chose a different path.
My heart still aches for them. I hold no hatred.. only sorrow that love was replaced by rejection when I needed understanding most.I share my story not to condemn, but because I know there are others walking the same lonely road I once did.
Many were told the same things I was told. Many feel trapped and quietly long for a way out. I cannot stay silent while they suffer in the dark.
With whatever strength God gives me, I will keep speaking.. calmly, truthfully, and with love.. so that anyone who wants to come home can find the light.
Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:31-32)
And the psalmist wrote, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Psalm 139:13-14)
I am here if you ever want to talk. My door and my heart remain open. I am not shouting. I am simply holding up a steady light, praying that anyone who is tired of the darkness will find their way back to the truth and to the arms of the Father who has loved them all along.
I will continue burning your flags, I will continue exposing you and calling you to be held accountable.This is not being done out of hatred, its being done out of compassion.
With love, hope, and sincere faith that you will see past the lens of hatred and begin to understand,
Scarlet_Belle_