Moment of revelation...
Hi. Newbie here. Though, I do know some people in this community. *wavewave*
Okay, I guess I better lay it on out.
My friend took me to see Between The Trees in Peachtree City, Georgia last night (even though it feels more like tonight for me). When I first realized that it was in a church though, I felt kind of awkward. It's been many years since I've gone to any church on a regular basis and ever since I came to terms with being bisexual, it's gotten worse. It's not that I'm afraid of God or whatever higher power that exists, I'm just more afraid of some of the people who use his name. Plus, I kind of have this weird look on religion and belief that doesn't really stick to one certain thing and that I'm still working on myself.
Anyway, before last night, I had really only heard of To Write Love On Her Arms. I had heard the story in passing and I knew of the message. I respected it, but I sometimes wondered if some people around me at shows actually believed it or if they only wore the shirt because their favorite band wore it.
When it came time for Renee to speak, I sat down on the floor and listened. I just listened to what she had to say and just absorbed her story and the message of it.
And I almost started crying.
It was that moment of revelation. I finally got the movement.
I'm not saying that I'm going to start going to church or anything because of it, but I feel like that message of Love was the validation I needed. That we're meant to love and be loved. That God loves my insomniac, bisexual self. That even if people reject me for who I am, I still have people who love me no matter what.
And with all the craziness that is going on in my life right now, everything will be okay in the end.
Honestly, I had a tendency to realize all of this at random times (that last one being any time I've listened to Butch Walker in the past three months), but to have that validation just felt so relieving.
I wanted to tell this to Renee. But I didn't. Instead, I stood by my friend and encouraged her to talk to Renee.
And y'know what? I think okay with that.
So yeah, that's my story of my first experience. I hope you all have a good day. I'm going to try and get a bit of sleep now. I have to drive back home later today. Good night, good morning, and blessed be.
Okay, I guess I better lay it on out.
My friend took me to see Between The Trees in Peachtree City, Georgia last night (even though it feels more like tonight for me). When I first realized that it was in a church though, I felt kind of awkward. It's been many years since I've gone to any church on a regular basis and ever since I came to terms with being bisexual, it's gotten worse. It's not that I'm afraid of God or whatever higher power that exists, I'm just more afraid of some of the people who use his name. Plus, I kind of have this weird look on religion and belief that doesn't really stick to one certain thing and that I'm still working on myself.
Anyway, before last night, I had really only heard of To Write Love On Her Arms. I had heard the story in passing and I knew of the message. I respected it, but I sometimes wondered if some people around me at shows actually believed it or if they only wore the shirt because their favorite band wore it.
When it came time for Renee to speak, I sat down on the floor and listened. I just listened to what she had to say and just absorbed her story and the message of it.
And I almost started crying.
It was that moment of revelation. I finally got the movement.
I'm not saying that I'm going to start going to church or anything because of it, but I feel like that message of Love was the validation I needed. That we're meant to love and be loved. That God loves my insomniac, bisexual self. That even if people reject me for who I am, I still have people who love me no matter what.
And with all the craziness that is going on in my life right now, everything will be okay in the end.
Honestly, I had a tendency to realize all of this at random times (that last one being any time I've listened to Butch Walker in the past three months), but to have that validation just felt so relieving.
I wanted to tell this to Renee. But I didn't. Instead, I stood by my friend and encouraged her to talk to Renee.
And y'know what? I think okay with that.
So yeah, that's my story of my first experience. I hope you all have a good day. I'm going to try and get a bit of sleep now. I have to drive back home later today. Good night, good morning, and blessed be.