Transfigured

 

Little did my Beloved know four years ago that the book she had just finished would save me. It was as if God gave it to her as a gift for me. A key made of words to unlock my jail cell. 

If freedom was an audible sigh then it was the sound I made with every word read. If you listened closely you could hear my shell cracking. I could stop performing and be free. Diane was an actress. It was time to be me... Declan.

God seemed to love me but what if I hated the body They gave me? Would the Divine be angry or worse yet disappointed? What if I wanted to change their design. What would the Divine love think when I spoke out and said " God you made a mistake and I am pissed off about it." 

With everyday of this devotional my fears dissipated. 

After reading her manuscript I knew God loved and fully accepting me. I always knew my Beloved did. She knew I was transgender before I could ever talk about or admit it. 

Yes, friends the book Transfigured gave me courage, hope and strength to be me. 

Sometimes a book is not just a book. 

Have you ever felt superfluous?

 

ADJECTIVE

Something that is superfluous is unnecessary or is no longer needed.

My presence at the afternoon's proceedings was superfluous.

Born almost sixty years ago into the body of a stranger named Diane, I spent a lot of time presenting and pretending to be female. It was exhausting and unnatural, though looking back I may have deserved an Emmy. I can hear the announcer bellowing my award: 

"For his role as Diane, the Emmy goes to Declan DeWitt Hall!" 

The crowd cheers and I cry inside. 

As we get older we're taught that pretending is supposed to be tossed to the side. Well, let me tell you my pile of pretending was pretty high. 

Just for fun let's call my gender identity "deckles." Diane was bursting from the seams with deckles. I was like a wet dog shaking off and everyone was getting splashed with deckles. Oddly, no one admitted to noticing. They enabled my pretense despite being soaked by my deckleness. To this day many people who have known me my whole life would say they never saw  my transitioning coming. They refuse to see Declan. 

People only see what they want to see or what we permit them to see.

Little did I know twelve years ago that was all about to change when I met my beloved Suzanne in church. She saw ME. 

An odd thing happens when someone loves you so much they only want what is best for you; you are free to be fully and totally you. Declan still hides behind Diane some days but that's because of the world outside our home. 

I am on a journey as we all are. It's called becoming. We were all loved into being by the Divine, and then watered and grown through more love.

Diane is becoming superfluous, which opens the door for Declan to be supercalifragilistic. May you meet people who see you, welcome you, and encourage you to be fully your supercalifragilistic amazing self!