My second winter in Phoenix, Arizona I was a broken, drained and frustrated young woman.
At a quarter of a century old, a month shy of my 26th birthday, I heard a song that broke my heart in two yet mended me from the inside out.
By the way, I am trying to write consistently daily, but to do that it means I truly have to dig deep to write something meaningful and hopefully impactful, if not unusually short and sweet.
That’s why I’m sharing this with you.
The first time I heard this song, in the front few rows of Dream City Church, Phoenix, tears rolled heavily down my cheeks and I sobbed uncontrollably. I truly was a slave to fear. I was drowning in the fear of failure, the fear of trying and not being good enough, the fear of …life. But hearing the words of this song was just the medicine I needed to heal my heart – a heart broken by the disappointment of a missed Olympic Games (2012…2016 heartbreak hadn’t happened yet!) and of countless other challenges I’d faced and lost against. (But I’m still standing.)
Thankfully, healing happened. And this song is where it started. Listen…
p.s. I miss Phoenix!
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