Changes were taking place, and I wanted to be a part of it.
The people there weren’t mean. They accepted me, even though I wasn’t wearing the latest fashions. My nails weren’t fake and painted. My hair was in a messy ponytail.
They saw ME, beyond what I looked like, how I behaved, and what I could provide for them. They didn’t even ask me for anything!
I was so alive back then. I couldn’t spend enough time there. It was a vibrant place with colorful people. I wanted everyone I knew to experience the same. So, I invited them. Everyone I knew.
I was so thankful back then. Overwhelmingly thankful.
There were parts of me, (the parts that were empty for 22 years) that were instantly filled. Overflowing.
I felt like I stepped into the wardrobe. I was surrounded by a new, fascinating world.
I remember that moment so clearly. I wasn’t skeptical, or questioning. I trusted that the changes I saw in my step-brother and his best friend would be granted to me as well.
In the wardrobe, I found new skin. It fit me perfectly.
The new world I stepped into, beyond the wardrobe, was radiant, and warm. Loving, accepting, tender, and genuine.
A divine appointment.