Hallelujah Sunday
It’s been 7 months since March 7, 2021 – Hallelujah Sunday. Seven months since we sang and sweated and soaked our facemasks with tears every time we forced ourselves to sing my daughter’s name to our God. The 9am service brought rows of our family members. The 11am service brought friends and doctors and nurses and neighbors. I don’t even remember the 5pm service. I heard the same five songs, stood up and read the same 589 words from my sheet of paper, heard Bryan tell the same story about our daughter’s life. By the end, I was admittedly numb, but I’d like to tell you about somewhere in the middle when God took ahold of my heart and said to me, “Look around you. Look at how my people are bearing this with you. You are not alone.” Today, I watched the church livestream from March 7 on YouTube. It took me a while to find, but I’ve included a link here, in case you didn’t get to see it. Watch Hallelujah Sunday here The livestream is from the 2 nd service. As I watch it now, I am in