God Thought, and Thought, and Thought

Some hope in an age of dysphoria.

When I was growing up, Mom would tell me sometimes:

“God thought, and thought, and thought, and he made you a boy.”

This is a beautiful thought to me. It used to conjure up images of God sitting carefully, deep in thought, deciding with unhurried precision whether my mother’s second child should be a boy or a girl. As I grew, so did my theology, and I n…