Going Through It

The changing of the season is triggering. Sadness, anger, despair, confusion, complication, hurt, irritation, pain, grief, worry, paranoia, pressure, distance, spiritual warfare, is just some of what I’m feeling as I make my way to Columbus, Ohio to perform this weekend. I also cry for people that have lost young kids and teens. It’s not about just me. At least I’m healthy and have a living mother so no complaints over here. I miss my son and I keep dreaming about my granddaughter and it’s tearing me apart. I miss my consistent, loving and genuine Grandparents who’ve gone on to be with God… no one on this earth would understand but them. I miss talking to them and the safe place they provided for me to vent and cry if needed. Can’t even go to the cemetery to visit my Grandma’s grave because Brandon is buried next to her, bad mistake on my end to do that so I’m stuck as far as that… just ain’t going. I appreciate my son Malik and Pastor John King for giving me hope yesterday. Ms Vikki for setting up help for me… COULDN’T move this morning because I just couldn’t. And to all those who are watching the leaves fall from the trees, I know how you feel and I’m praying for you, especially ones who’ve lost kids🙏🏽🙏🏽… Rev. King quoted FATHER I STRETCH MY HANDS TO THEE to me word for word on that phone yesterday, and he also shares grief because he lost his son as well! If I have to crawl to Columbus, Ohio to shed love on those who need laughter… I’m coming🙏🏽🙏🏽 With anxiety and butterflies in my stomach, to God be the glory. Hope y’all’s day is filled with love and happiness. Have a blessed weekend…

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