God Makes No Mistakes

So, this isn’t a story I talk about much. It managed to shock my whole family, as they knew nothing about it. This is the story about how I almost became transgender. If you know me well at all, right now you’re thinking ‘what the heck?!?”
  Well, yeah. It happened.

  So, rewind my life to when I was really young and gullible. We’re talking probably 5-7 or so, I don’t know exactly. Whatever age I was at the time, I had a few misconceptions about reality. See, I was not aware of the fact that one’s gender is defined by particular physical traits. Add to that, I was surrounded by five sisters, one of whom was my only playmate most of my life. I only had two brothers at the time, and interacted with them very little.
 
  So one day, the thought crossed my mind, what if I were to wake up some morning and discover that I was a girl? I saw no reason why that couldn’t happen.
 
  Then I thought, ‘well, if it were possible I might one day wake as a girl, what’s to say I haven’t been a girl my whole life?’ Suppose that I had been given trucks, pants, and short haircuts, only to discover that I had been mistakenly labeled at birth? Or what if…
  What if I was a girl trapped in a boy’s body?

 It wasn’t till years later that I discovered that there is a thing called genetics, and it plays a very major role in physical appearance, and one does not simply ‘mistakenly identify’ a newborn baby’s gender.

Thankfully, these very naïve and illogical thoughts crossed my mind and passed without lingering. It was only a stage of identity confusion, and I never actually crossed the threshold. Why did I stay on this side? Because God pointed me to Psalm 139:13-14, which reminded me:
  “For you created my inmost being (he created my spirit/soul); you knit me together in my mother's womb (he created my body). I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”
 
  It quickly dawned on me that claiming I am “trapped” in another body than I should be, “by accident” was effectively saying that God makes mistakes. But God never has, never will. So to say that He did, is to say that the Bible is incorrect. The Bible is God’s word.
  So to say “I am a female trapped in a male’s body”, is effectively saying that God is a liar. This is a tragic mistake.
 
  Why did these thoughts ever enter my head? Was I silently rebelling against something I was made to believe? Not really. There was a time of rebellion, but that is a whole different story dealing with different topics. As far as this issue goes, I had never had any sort of major “institutionalizing” as far as “its wrong for a boy to think he’s a girl” or whatever. I wasn’t rebelling, simply because I didn’t really have anything to rebel against.
 
  Was it Satan trying to snare me into the lies, as he has so many others? Again, I have my doubts. I was young, naïve, and had no foundational concepts steering my brain. There was no influence on my thought process except in the supernatural realm. Had I known trans-genderism existed, had I seen it in even one person around me, I don’t doubt I may have come to other conclusions. But that knowledge wasn’t present.
 
   I think of it as, maybe God knew I was open-minded enough that he could steer me in whatever direction He saw fit, and He knew I would reach the conclusions I did, so He let me go that direction so that I would have that story to tell. To what end, has yet to be seen.
 
   But why am I telling this story now?
Call it what you will, but I believe its cause now is the time it’s supposed to be heard. See, if we, as Christians, are called upon to love trans-genders, do we accept that they are living outside of God’s will, or do we warn them that their house is on fire and they should get out before it collapses?
  If true love is warning them of the danger they are in, and pleading with them to choose life, can we really do that while bowing to their every wish, including demands that open the door to increased immorality?