Changing Of The
Guards
Wow, it is already October; it feels more like
Hot-tober. Typical Texas weather: fall-like for a few days, rainy a few days
then summer-like in between all the other days…somehow the math will end up to equal
7 days as the sum. It has been 2 months
since the chorus has re-convened and WOW, all of the sections have thinned out.
As I accepted a new role within the chorus, I felt like President Obama –
people began to #JumpShip under my helm.
I quickly stifled all worries and doubts then I prayed because there is
a quote in Philippians 4:6 which reads:
Don’t worry
about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and
thank him for all he has done.
I did just that - PRAYED however being human and I brought
my concerns to the more tenured members as well as to the director of the
chorus. I felt relieved that this
thinning of the herd was felt from the bottom to the top. I had to realize that these ladies (me
included) have:
aging parents,
taking care of grandparents,
wives
husbands,
boyfriends,
girlfriends,
significant others,
children,
pets,
obtaining degrees,
specific demanding professions,
jobs they don’t like but need,
beginning careers,
mortgages,
light-gas-water,
bills due
….most of all, we ALL have
lives to live outside the chorus.
I am thankful my character type is one makes it easy for
people to talk to me and vice-versa. I
remember when I first started singing with the chorus, I told an A2 that, “I
was really shy around people” and she replied, “If you
define shy as jovial, outgoing, loud, charismatic, then yes…you are truly shy.” She became my friend immediately.
And it came to pass, I finally, got an opportunity to spend some down time
and really talk to my Ginga – he is making plans and doing things in the
background for us. He asked, “Are you ready to take THIS ride?” I nodded in
agreement and I replied, “Oh My.” I have
NEVER been lost for words.
Busy Running In
Circles
This week started out busy, thankful I was able to attend
church Sunday Morning. I immediately dashed
out to meet the chorus girls at our appointed meet time/location to sing the
National Anthem at the 2014 AIDS Arms LifeWalk 5K/Fun Run. This was such a fun event. I am truly living outside of my box in 2014.
Once again, I have fallen in love with his womanly looks.
That man has great jaw-dropping beauty, he is soo stunning, I see how men are
foolishly duped of their money and manhood - #Catfished. I explain to people that in the days we live
in, something that is too fine to your eyes is looking for something just like
you…(you can re-read that latter part of that sentence ANY WAY YOU WISH.)
After practice I realized that we have 2 practices then our
concert on Sunday. I think I will need a
BIG slice of #Gingabread before then to settle my nerves – and that I did.
Was Alter Call For
Naught?
The previous week had been filled with sinful deeds, so I
decided to go to the alter and ask God for prayer and forgiveness and bless all
who were on my personal prayer list; also for visiting the bakery too many
times and liking the #Gingabread a little too much. I also prayed for my faith in humanity is
restored; with all of the ills of the world, nothing too small
or large
to take to the Lord in prayer. As I took
my seat and repositioned my derrière, I was approached and asked for my
e-mail. I gave it, not knowing what was
in store.
I received an e-mail from the church’s Minister of Music; I
didn’t read the message (though tempted)
during worship service because I wanted to finish hearing the sermon then I had
to dash off for the TWCD concert at First Presbyterian Church. The next day I read the e-mail, I guess his
perception of MY alter call was that I was struggling with my sexuality or
having gender identity issues (that is
how I perceived a portion of his message to me).
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| Rotunda of the First Presbyterian Church - Dallas |
Life is difficult; life isn’t easy even if you are
dead. At my current age, I feel the
squeeze of aging parents and grandparents, children and grandchildren. I am the thin slice of bologna that no one
cares to take time to savor.
I sing in a women’s chorus, their gender identity/sexual
orientation has NO bearing on me. I have
publicly announced it that I am NOT
L-G-B or T. These are lovely and
nice women who sing like Angels; it sounds as if God placed blessed golden vocal
chords in each of their (our) voice
boxes which allows us to sing (make the joyful noise He intended.) If I am wrong
for wanting to be part of something great that He has instilled in Me? Imma
keep praying because it has to get better.
Patty-Cake,
Patty-Cake Gingabread Man
The rest of my rhyme is of an adult nature...all I can say
is that I am in a happy place after close to 10 years of being single by choice…
I digress. Here is the low down; I have
ALWAYS loved freckled men, white, black, red-headed, yellow bones what have
you. I have been privied to “Taste The Rainbow” All I can say men are men any more explicit
than that, my blog may be shut down, if you are over the age of 30, you know
what I mean – wink-wink. I have always
had a strong affinity toward white or extremely light-skinned men with red hair
and freckles…I am catching the vapors writing this. It just so happened that God has allowed my
path to cross with a high school classmate who is my TOTAL opposite of me but
just for me. Our history is delicately
intertwined after long talks at the bar.
I pray NOT to get too lost and that prayer is for him.
Talk about a tired sista...too many trips to the bakery for
gingabread makes me hungry and sleepy. I
go to church, chorus rehearsal and work.
I live such a #PlainJane life but I would NOT have it any
other way.
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