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So as not to offend anyone please know before you read this that there are distinctly Christian religion thoughts shared herein.
For reason that do not need to be shared here I am home alone. In my wife’s absence combined with vacation from work until January 2, I have been given– dare I say – a God sent gift to simply be Charrie. Doing what needs to be done here as my femme self is such a liberating and uplifting experience.
I don’t know that I have ever had such an opportunity, not just to dress, but to freely be. And I have found there is no need for superlatives; awesome, greatest, unbeliavable etc. What I am experiencing just is; life, life as much as a woman as I can have right now. To be sure, it’s not out and about as many have enjoyed, yet it is far more than I have had, perhaps ever. And it seems to be confirming so much that I have only suspected in my heart as I reach out to embrace with greater appreciation and acceptance my privilege of being a trans woman.
I am a person of deep Christian faith. Notwithstanding I have never prayed as Charlene. Today, alone, expressing my inner self outwardly in a simple sweater and skirt outfit, I prayed. No condemnation, no judgement, no guilt, no shame; rather there was peace and joy. The Lord heard, listened and confirmed Charlene. Explain in detail. I can’t, but it was a most beautiful and freeing time of prayer.
Epiphany? Yes!
Truly I can put on a woman’s garments express myself to Him as my feminine self and do so without being an abomination to Him. Rather, I am His daughter, a woman whom He has tasked with male responsibilities, whom He loves just as I am.
Hugs,
Charrie
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