Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.
In the wake of everything that’s happened, there are three people I’d like to call out, because I was thirsty and they gave me a drink. I was naked, yadda yadda yadda. Ok, maybe naked was the wrong scripture. But you know what I mean.
Jesus talks about living water as a symbol of renewal and regeneration. So many people have offered me so much of it that I couldn’t even possibly swallow it all. I hope my cup overflows into yours (or, as I would like it to be known, the backwash Amen).
Dana, of course, is at the top of the list. But there are three others that deserve recognition.
Possibly my favorite reaction- astounded by my courage and some cursing in my defense. The cursing in her direction isn’t necessary, but I’m glad that someone could look into my mind and see I was telling the truth without needing evidence. We have also shared an amazing amount of humor in general because stupid is a great distraction.
I get choked up about Robyn, because the connection was so random that it didn’t seem accidental. She became my Facebook friend after meeting me at church, so I saw her URL. I followed it and started reading. She posted an article about middle school love and love being awakened before its time. In that essay, I found myself. My inner child shuddered and sighed with the words. It was my Elizabeth Gilbert moment with snot and tears and cold tile.
For the first time in my life, my voice teacher is male, which makes it even easier to dissociate choral music and “our music” (God if you only knew just how much there was. Frig.). On the flip side, in a roundabout way they are friends, because Joseph’s husband went to WTSU at the same time as “the crew,” my words for her gaggle of boys.* If I had known that before I walked into the church, I never would’ve. The fact that I was drawn because of the neighborhood helped me to know Joseph as his own man without any connection to my past… and he’s brilliant. When he inspires me in just the right way to accomplish something I’ve been working on, sometimes I can’t help it. Tears well up. This is what I’ve always wanted to do, and now I’m doing it.
And that, in a nutshell, is how Episcopal Church of the Epiphany has rescued me.
*All divas have boys. So jelly. Joseph will take me there. I know he will. Do you hear me, universe? I WANT TO BE A DIVA BECAUSE I WANT MORE GAY BOYFRIENDS. That would be great, thanks.