We were feeling what so many talk about as the 'empty nest' syndrome. Through devastation, God filled that void.

God said we had to go, so he provided the way in which we were able to do it. The glory is not ours, it all belongs to God.

We knew before we left the house that we would be bringing them home with us. They understand that this is an adventure and that their parents live in Gulfport. They fully understand that Gary and I are their surrogate parents and they will be staying with us in Waxahachie until it's completely safe for them to go back home.

I was kind of surprised after making the record, like, 'Wow, there are a lot of god references here!' I didn't realize I was thinking about that so much. There are a lot of cynical elements to these songs, and there's sort of the expression of dissatisfaction ? but not without hope at the end. It's about putting all that aside and having a little bit of faith.

People everywhere, enjoying life, smiling, and just slowing down to let the world take care of itself for a few hours.
The feeling was contagious. Especially when I stepped into McPherson's Pub to grab a bite of the special and listen to some traditional Irish music. The fiddle made me want to dance with myself, and many did. The drum beat like my very own heart. And some little flute that looked no wider than a pencil reminded me of the Aran Islands floating not too far from Abbeyglen.
God was here tonight. In the strings of the guitar and the call of the singer's voice. I realize how often I overlook him back at home.
And I know I don't want to do that anymore.
The LORD will send His faithful love by day; His song will be with me in the night a prayer to the Gid of my life.

Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond… why can’t it seem to find me?