I keep trying to shift away from the heaviness of the past week and the seemingly endless unpacking I’ve been doing. Trying to focus on something else, almost anything else really. But I can’t seem to shake it.
Better Than A Hallelujah is still in my head.
I want to say I don’t know why, but that’s mostly untrue. I spent a lot of my younger years immersed in CCM.
It’s funny how random lyrics can pop up at the least expected moments, completely without warning. I actually laughed out loud when I realized what my brain had just said. And then again as a reaction to my own reaction.
It’s not actually the first time I’ve had some seemingly random CCM lyric resurface out of nowhere. And the fact that my instant reaction to hearing about the death of that vile man finally happening was that lyric is not lost on me.
This isn’t another breakdown post or a “speak ill of the dead” debate.
It’s just me being vulnerable. Brutally honest. Wholly, authentically myself.