It all started with a song.

Late October in Jacksonville, Florida – a perfect coffee shop afternoon.

A sun-dried Ethiopian pour-over sitting on the table in front of me.

Twelve hours earlier, an emotional waterfall cascaded down my cheeks and onto the pillow – my best friend taking in every word and spilling encouragement back onto me.

I had a heart for a place I’d never been – the stress of next steps was overwhelming.

I felt lost in my everyday life – I was enjoying the comfort of the familiar.

A soundtrack kept me company as the coffee started to disappear.

Will Reagan – one of the best encouragers I’ve never met.

The sweet sounds echoed in my ear, “I lean not on my own understanding”.

Something I desperately needed to hear, but was not about to accept.

Uganda – a whisper from my sister, without knowledge of present situations.

Unexplained comfort came with this word – the beginning of an answer I’d been searching for.

“Listen to the love song that I am continually singing to you. I love to reveal Myself to you, and your seeking heart opens you up to receive more of My disclosure.” – Sarah Young, Jesus Calling


It all started with a song.

Two chords in – something stirring inside of me.

Unexplained tears rolled down my face – searching for the triggering emotions.

Jacksonville. October. Pour-over coffee. Uganda. Comfort.

A flood of memories I had stored somewhere for a rainy day.

It had poured all day – the tears came with the rain.

Uncountable steps taken between that first day and now.

The unexpected turned into everyday life – everyday life turned into the unexpected.

Will Reagan – binding together then and now.

A whisper of encouragement – a confirmation of trust.

Comfort again came with the whisper of a song – “I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open”.

A reminder of days past, present struggles, and future hope.

“The Lord your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with his love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”
– Zephaniah 3:17

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