You write in your… Diary?
Where this scripture all began was a diary. These old expressions from the 80’s and early 90’s remind me that I’ve been writing to You my whole life. I’ve been believing in You for 37 years, and before I took my first breath my mother sang songs with me of your existence. You are in me, as I am in You, “Lord my God.”
What is different about today’s version of “my God” is that I feel like I have that god inside me, which is totally blas_famous and weird to state aloud. Just by writing this journal entry that I am allowed, I am publishing these sentences to the WWW to behold my conversations with? God.
Other people write about baseball or what their grandmother had for dinner last night or even how to cook that dish. Some people write about music and what that means to them. And some people write about God, straight up, like I do. They “love” God = like I do.
But what is this entry to God about again? Oh yeah, it’s an ode to the fact that I also wrote my name as “Stephan” back in 1987. My parents named me “Stephanie”, but back when I couldn’t spell very well, there was a “Stephan” behind that cursive “Stephanie”.
Anywho, here I am today, reading my old diary. Now, I do it as a gender fluid human being. I am whatever name you want to apply, I am “Stephan” and I am “Stephanie”. I am. Period.