Soaked

Truer words have never been spoken.

He will lead you to the water.

This week.

This day.

This night.

This instant.

He has led me to the water and I have been soaked.

Immersed.

Rejuvenated.

Refreshed.

No matter what great highs I may experience in my life in years to come this first week of September will forever be remembered as a time of newness. In the past week I have left the desk that I have occupied for the last two years and nine months. I am stepping out in my quest to step up my professional growth. I have rehearsed my full script for the last time with my director and in a few hours I will see the playbill printed for the first show that I have ever written, performed in and produced. My words will come alive in front of an audience. I will use my voice and my body as a ship to carry them on a journey. It is my largest body of creative work to date. Today for the first time in my six years in this residence I did not want to rush to clean myself. My spirit told me today that I should not routinely shower. My spirit said sit down. Lean back. Become immersed in the water. Bathe. I waited until dark. I lit my candles. I turn on music. I ran the water. I poured in liquid that would help soothe me and make bubbles. I soaked. I don’t recall my last time feeling this good.

He led me to the water.

This week.

This day.

This night.

This instant.

He has led me to the water and I have been soaked.

Immersed.

Rejuvenated.

Refreshed.

Amen.