I was up late into the night listening to the sounds of sirens and helicopters circle my city while protests turned to riots, cop cars caught fire, and hundreds lined the streets, all in the middle of a global pandemic. Such a strange time we live in. This morning I went down to help clean up the mess and was able to join in a multi-congregational prayer circle exactly where the riots had taken place nearly hours before. There’s a video at the bottom of this post. It was .
The past couple of months have been challenging and painful. Besides my travel plans and concerts being canceled indefinitely, I almost lost one of the most important people in my life to a pandemic, and a few friends showed themselves to be fairweather in the process. Yet, through all the letdowns, I’ve learned the importance of the letting go. The letdown of spending time with people that don’t have my best interest in mind, both in friends and situationships. It’s .
While Shelly Berryhill was a patient in the COVID ICU, our staff received a letter from his daughter. The letter (and this entire family) touched our hearts. It was an honor to care for Mr. Berryhill, and we pray for his continued recovery. #CareLikeFamily
I opened up my blog to see if I could even get a word out to process my life right now. Top of the page was a rough draft titled ‘2020.’ It was a list of goals, constructed similar to previous years, broken down into categories like finance, adventure, fitness. We’re just finishing up the first quarter of the year, do y’all realize that? It’s my birth month. Thirty years here. And not once could I have fathomed where I’d be right now. I have been leveled. .