This Tuesday is a big day. After months of dreaming, working, and a whole lot of learning, my new book and record will officially be released. Actually the book is already live on Amazon if you want to go grab your copy right now. I can wait. Go buy it. Now. Really, you can come back here after you've made your purchase. Please. Go get it. :)
The song which served as the impetus for this record was written in 2020, months before my life would take a pretty drastic turn. And while I had the idea for this project long before that fateful day when stupid cancer showed up, I suddenly found myself with new experiences, new emotions, and new ideas for what to write about. Today, I find myself strangely grateful for what these past 20 months have brought into my life.
To say I'm excited for this release would be a huge understatement. I'm always excited to release new work, but this time, it feels a little different. I have poured more of myself into this book and record than I ever thought I had in me. Between the writing, the editing, the producing, the creating of the accompanying videos, the figuring out QR codes, the website management, and making the thousand decisions that determine what this whole thing will look like, it's been a lot. And I've loved every second of it.
Mostly I'm excited because I believe in what I'm doing. When you feel that way about your work, you have a very different perspective on anything that might have the tendency to feel negative. Oh, I know full well there will be critics, negative feedback, and maybe an occasional disappointment. But I can say with complete honestly, I don't give a flying flip about the inevitable crap someone might throw my way regarding the content, quality, or approach to this project. If someone takes that perspective, they've missed the point entirely and I kinda feel sorry for them. Okay, enough said about that. Here's what I really want you to know about Hope Deserves an Anthem. I like lists - so here you go...
1. 26 chapters, 26 songs - Basically an account of how I have battled through the tough stuff of life armed with a pen and a piano.
2. There is a QR code in each chapter of the book, linking you to a lyric video of the song for that chapter. So you can read and then immediately listen to the song!
3. I wrote some of these songs by myself and some with people I dearly love. They are amazing songwriters and even better humans.
4. My friend Dennis Dearing produced all but one of these songs. We've worked together a lot over the years and I'm honored to be the little sister he never wanted. :) He cared for these songs like they were his own and I am grateful. My friend Riley Friesen produced one of the songs. We've also worked together quite a bit over the years and I am blessed to call him my friend and co-writer as well. He's gracious to work with someone who is old enough to be his mother and has never made me feel old. That's a good guy.
5. I want everyone to buy this book. And I do mean EVERYONE. There are people who need to read these stories and hear these songs. Especially those who have faced cancer head on. And you ALL know someone who has done that. So, please, PLEASE buy this for someone you love or someone you work with or someone you don't even like but think they could benefit from this project. I am not above begging. That's how much I believe in this work. ALSO, for every book purchased, I am donating one to an organization called TOTES OF HOPE. The dear friends working with Totes of Hope reached out to me early in my cancer journey and gave me a tote bag filled with all kinds of things I would need during treatment. So, I am giving them books to put in the tote bags they will give to women starting their journey with breast cancer. I am so grateful for the opportunity to join them in their work.
6. At this point in my life, I never assume I will ever get the chance to do this again. I sure hope I do, but you just never know. Doing a project like this is costly on many levels. Financially, physically, emotionally. So if I never get the chance to do this again, I'm very thankful this was completed and will see the light of day.
7. In addition to the book / record release, I am starting a podcast. It's called The Hopeful Creative and it also makes its debut on Tuesday. I'll be interviewing lots of fascinating people doing awesome creative work, and talking about how to face the day-to-day stuff of life as a person who wants to put their creative work out into the world.
8. There is a song on the record called When a Heart Sings Hope. I believe there is a purpose for every song, whether it gives voice to sadness, anger, or fear. And I want to write about those things. But if that's all I ever write about, I don't think I am fulfilling the higher purpose for my life. When my life is over, I hope someone might look at my catalog of work and see that I've written about HOPE more than just about anything.
9. Part of the reason I wrote this book was to encourage other creative people to do their thing. I've met so many people who are crippled by fear, doubt, and insecurity when it comes to actually doing the creative thing they feel compelled to do. That makes me sad. So I want to help. If you think you have a book, a song, a record, a business idea, a culinary dream, a dance, a whatever, inside of you and you're at the place where you need a little help to make it happen, please contact me. I would love to walk you through that process, encourage you as you create, and help you unleash that dream you have inside you. You can also find out more about how I can help on my website - ginaboe.com. Click on The Hopeful Creative for more info.
10. I thanked a whole lot of people in my book, but there are a million more thanks to be given, I'm sure. For now, thank you to YOU for following along and for all the support you've shown me in one way or another. While there will never be a way to adequately repay any of you for all you've done, I see this new project as a way for me to pay it forward a little. Bless you all for reading and listening. I am grateful.
Some of the best advice I have ever been given is to celebrate everything. It was said to me in the context of songwriting, but I have found it helpful to apply this wisdom to every area of my life. So today, I am celebrating my 55th birthday. I'm not very good at this particular annual celebration, but in light of the past couple of years, I am putting my party hat on today.
It feels a little unfair I'll be spending part of this day at an oncology appointment, but such is life. I'd like to tell you I'm almost done with these little visits, but no. They are still a regular part of my weeks and while I continue to be thankful for good medical care, I would be thrilled to never see any of these lovely people again. For now, I choose gratitude.
I will also be spending part of my day with 150 high schoolers. I've missed those faces and I'm ready to see them again. I'm not ready to smell them after they've danced for 7 hours a day, but I am definitely ready to see their smiles.
In the past 19 months since my diagnosis - wow, I can't believe it's been that long - the list of life lessons I've learned has gotten pretty long. I like to think of that list as my reward for trying to pay attention all along the way, although I'm sure I've missed a few opportunities to learn something. Sometimes I'm just too tired to care. Most days, however, I am very glad for how God continues to teach this weary traveler new things and for the little glimpses of His glory and goodness on this journey.
I am knee deep in finishing my new book and record and aiming for a late September / early October release date. If I make that public I have a better chance of making it happen, so there you go...I'm locked in. This project is all about HOPE. When I began writing it I had no idea how desperately I would need hope in the days ahead, but it has truly been my lifeline. There have been some incredibly dark days, many of which have nothing to do with cancer. Life is just hard. But remember that list of life lessons? Well, the biggest one I've learned is how hope is bigger, louder, deeper, stronger, better, and brighter than anything we face here. And while I believe that to be true, I also know hope has to be pursued. Fought for. Championed. Because not everyone has the strength to find it on their own. Thus, my determination to offer hope to people who just can't see it or hear it or feel it on their own.
Without a doubt, the past 19 months have made me more purposeful with my days. And while I curse the physical limitations I feel every stinkin' day, I do recognize those limitations demand I be more intentional with whatever time and energy I have. In some respects, my world has become very small and that's not a bad thing. Especially for someone like me who has a habit of biting off more than she can chew. I've had to say no to some people and opportunities, but I've been able to say yes to things that feel more in line with my calling. That feels good. It's like I've been driving 75 for most of my life and now I'm forced to be driving a car that can't go faster than 55. I don't always like the slower pace, but I'm learning to appreciate the benefits of taking life at this speed. It is ironic it took me 55 years to learn this, but better now than never.
So here's to driving 55. Here's to trusting God with the speed limits, the u-turns, the detours, and the occasional break-down. Here's to the people I get to travel with. And here's to the amazing views all along the way. They really are easier to see when you're driving 55.
I have long held to the belief that in times of hardship, suffering, disappointment, and grief, few things can shine a light of hope into the dark moments of life as powerfully as the arts.
A few years ago, that conviction was the impetus behind a song I wrote with my friend Joel Lindsey, titled Hope Deserves an Anthem. I recorded and released the song a few months into the pandemic that had many people reeling from the change and uncertainty facing the world. The song is a call to creatives. A call to do whatever it is they do, whether that's songwriting, painting, cooking, writing, or any other form of art, for the purpose of giving people hope. Little did I know what I would be facing a few short months later when I would learn in new ways the power of creativity in facing life's dark moments.
On December 31st, 2020, I was diagnosed with invasive breast cancer, sending my life in an unwelcome direction I never anticipated. Anyone who has walked the thorny path of this disease knows how all-consuming it can be. Tests, chemo, multiple surgeries, radiation, periods of recovery, navigating new medications - all of it cast a shadow onto my life that would cause me to cry out for hope in ways I'd never experienced before. Now, 18 months later, still doing everything in my power to slay the cancer dragon, I can say with even more conviction that I believe in the power of words and melodies to soothe a soul like nothing else can.
I knew early on after receiving my diagnosis, I would need to write my way through this season. I didn't know if the songs and stories born during this time would simply be my own form of self-care, or if somehow they might be meant for others. I just knew writing would be a balm for my soul and the best way for me to process what was happening. Some of those creative efforts eventually found their way onto my blog, while others have been mine alone to read and sing. Now, I believe it is time to share them with you.
After much thought and prayer, along with the encouragement from dear friends, I have decided to release a new project called Hope Deserves an Anthem - A Songwriter's Quest to Find Light in Life's Dark Places. This project includes a book and 26 songs, one for each chapter. While some of the book chronicles my cancer journey, there are also reflections on faith, family, my experiences as a songwriter, as well as a call to creatives to pick up their pen or paintbrush or whatever their creative tool of choice, and start creating. The songs I've chosen for this project are a mix of personal stories, honest prayers, and my earnest attempt to tell people about a HOPE that never disappoints.
I am coming to you via this campaign to ask for your help in making this project happen. Some of the songs included in the project have already been recorded, but 15 of them still need to be produced. The book will be heading into production as well and the entire project is scheduled to be released in SEPTEMBER of 2022. All funds raised here will go toward expenses incurred in the process of recording, printing, and creating the online platform necessary to release a project like this. The more we raise, even beyond the goal amount, the more we will be able to accomplish in terms of production and marketing the project. I will also be launching a podcast to support the project's release as a way to spotlight songs, books, and other artistic efforts that offer hope to the world and the artists who are bringing that art to life.
Asking for your help in this way is not an easy thing for me, but because I believe so strongly in the the content of this project and the timing of its release, along with the fact that many of you reading this have already expressed your desire to support a project like this, I feel this is the best way to make this happen. Any amount you can give will be a huge help in this effort.
As a thank you for contributing, there are several REWARDS available to you. There are early digital releases of the songs and the book, t-shirts, physical copies of my books, and opportunities to meet with me online for mentoring or a 4-week creative jumpstart class. I’m offering a reward to write AN ORIGINAL SONG FOR YOU! There is even a reward for a house concert where I'll come to you and a few friends for an evening of stories and songs. And be sure and check out the last perk. It's a fun one! You can also donate any amount without involving a perk - just click the "BACK IT"button to do that. Any donations above $50 will receive digital downloads of the songs and book, as well as a physical copy of the book. (Click on the perk box for specifics on each reward)
The link to the crowdfunding campaign can be found HERE.
There is no way to adequately say THANK YOU to those of you who contribute to this campaign, but I can give you my word that I will move forward on this project with the utmost gratitude for your generosity and for believing in what a project like this can mean for those who need to hear and read it. Over the past two years as I have interacted with so many people who are walking a difficult road, I have been told time and time again what they need most is for someone to remind them there is HOPE. That is the ultimate purpose of this project and I am inviting you to join me in giving hope the anthem it deserves.
"I hope these stories and songs bring sustenance to your soul. I hope they make you laugh and cry and feel. I hope they remind you there is always light in dark places. I pray they will direct your eyes to the Creator and in turn, stir your heart to create your own works of art. Together, we can give hope the anthem it deserves, and in doing so, bring light and life to a world that so desperately needs it." GINA BOE - Hope Deserves an Anthem.
Snippets of things to come:
I started something a couple of years ago and I am about to finish it. I can't wait to tell you about it. More on that next week.
Back in the day, I was a singer. Okay, I still am a singer, but that part of my life has taken a back seat to other things in recent years. Those things included motherhood, various jobs, owning businesses, and writing a whole lot of songs for other people to sing. I've loved doing all those other things, but I always hoped I'd get back to the piano and the microphone at some point. I've also written a couple of books and have long planned to write more. I used to wrestle with the notion that anyone (namely me) who puts out an album or writes a book must have some kind of ego to think their words have enough value to put out into the world. I don't think that anymore. I've come to terms with the fact that I didn't put this creative spark inside of me, but I do have a responsibility to use it well, which means taking that spark and starting a fire every once in a while. More on that next week.
My friend Natalie encouraged me greatly a couple of weeks ago. I was telling her how frustrated I was because life hasn't been super kind lately and I had plans to build something I was excited about. Now, I wasn't sure I should keep building it. She told me she'd been studying Nehemiah in the Bible (if you haven't read about him, I recommend you do) and even though things got really difficult for him, he just kept building. She told me she thought maybe I should grab another brick and keep building. More on that next week.
One of the things that has kept me from moving forward on some plans was the fact that things have felt pretty broken lately. Like I needed to get it together before I could offer anything worthy of anyone's time. Maybe I was hoping life would be kinder soon and I could breathe a little easier. That hasn't exactly happened. BUT, I was listening to a podcast the other day and heard something that has changed my perspective a whole lot. The guest on the podcast basically said if someone is drowning and we throw them a rope that's new and shiny and slick, they won't be able to take hold of it and keep holding on. But if we throw them a rope that's old and knotted and worn, they will be able to grab it and hold onto it and be rescued. I guess that's how I've felt lately - like an old rope that's knotted and worn. Frayed and tested by the stuff of life. But maybe that's the kind of rope someone else can hold onto. So, I'm moving forward on those plans I had. More on that next week.
For many years, I wrote songs for the sole purpose of recording and singing them myself. When I would go out and do concerts, I would occasionally sing a song someone else wrote, but mostly I wanted to sing songs that were born out of personal experience. It simply felt more honest and it seemed that audiences connected more with the songs I had written and lived myself.
When I began writing songs to pitch to other artists for their records, I had to shift my thinking a little. I wasn't simply writing out of my experiences anymore, but instead, I needed to put myself in someone else's shoes, helping them communicate what they want to say, in a way that feels genuine to them when they sing it night after night, trying to connect with their audience.
A few years ago, I wrote a song with my friend Lee, as a possible pitch to an artist who had cut a song of mine on her previous record. We had been given an opportunity to hear what she wanted to say on her next record, so when we met to write, we began crafting a lyric we thought would resonate with her. I might not have lived every line of what we wrote, but I sure believed it. When we finished, we loved the song and hoped it would make the very short list of songs that ended up on the album. It didn't take long for our hopes to be dashed as the song was quickly rejected by the powers that be. I'd like to tell you that because rejection is an almost daily part of a songwriter's life, we took the news well. We didn't. I don't care how much it happens, having your song rejected stings, every single time.
I've learned to trust God with when and where a song finds its home, believing He knows better than I do what journey a song is supposed to take. In this case, the song was eventually recorded by a group, but I also I ended up recording the song myself for a project I did a few years ago. Even though it wasn't originally written from a personal place, the song had become more personal to me over the years and I loved singing it live.
Full transparency, I don't like how personal this song has become. I've lived more of this lyric than I've cared to and people I love dearly are living its words even now. But even though it's a little painful for me to think of how personal this song has become, I still believe in its message. Probably more now than ever. It feels like what I wrote back then was intended for me to hear now and to pass along to people I know who are afraid, hurting, weary, and doing everything they can to just get through another day.
If you are weary, do not lose heart.
If you are brokenhearted, let me remind you there is hope.
If you are trying to hold it all together, you don't have to.
He will lift you up. He will be enough. He will carry you.
I have never been more thankful for Jesus. Because of what He did to make things right. This resurrection day, more than ever, I am reminded of all that is broken and in need of healing. Mercy feels more necessary and grace more undeserved. So I have never been more thankful for Jesus.
I have never been more thankful for Jesus. Because I am angry at what sin and its consequences have done to the world. To those I love. To me. I see the results of pride and selfishness and I want revenge and the strength to change. I want justice and I want to be transformed. But He took care of all that. He is taking care of all of it. That's why I have never been more thankful for Jesus.
I have never been more thankful for Jesus. Because He did what continues to be so incredibly hard for me. Love feels like more of a decision and forgiveness feels more like waking up every day and choosing to let go. To let what has passed be the past. But He proved it can be done. So I have never been more thankful for Jesus.
I have never been more thankful for Jesus. Because the darkness feels heavy and some days I just want to lay down in the dark. Days when I don't even care if daylight is near. But Light is relentless and piercing and nothing can overwhelm it. Not even my own desire to stay where it is dark. No, I have never been more thankful for Jesus.
I have never been more thankful for Jesus. Because on days when I feel more acutely the pain of what was lost in the garden, He reminds me He is not only the God who died to pay the debt for that loss, but He is also the God who was resurrected to restore what was lost. He was resurrected to breathe life back into bodies and souls. He was resurrected to heal families and mend friendships. He was resurrected to make rough roads smooth and crooked paths straight. He was resurrected to do what no one else could ever do. And the Hope I have because of all His resurrection accomplished, sustains me. Every day, in every way, Hope sustains me. Yes, of this I am certain, I have never been more thankful for Jesus.
For anyone wrestling with understanding, forgiving, and letting go.
MORE TO THE STORY
There is always more to the story
Pain that we can't see
Fear behind the anger
Wounds that still cut deep
There is always more to the story
We think we know well
But there are words unwhispered
Still too raw to tell
There is always more to the story
Still yet to unfold
And some determined to remain
The part that's left untold
There is always more to the story
Only shared in time
When the heart is ready
And the soul unwinds
There is always more to the story
Waiting for a grace
That welcomes it to surface
And breathe in safer space
There is always more to the story
One day soon we'll find
Room for you to tell me yours
And I will tell you mine
I mentioned in my last blog you'd be hearing more from me in the days to come. Which you will. And yet, it's been a month since I last blogged. Let me explain.
My friend Wilma, piano extraordinaire and my favorite person to hang out with at a funeral, once told me about her personal journals. We were passing the time in a back hallway at a mortuary one day discussing the things we pray about. (I know there's a lot to unpack in those last two sentences, but now is not the time - more on that another day.) She shared how, over the years, she had filled dozens of journals with prayers about all the things she needed to talk to Jesus about. Wilma had recently moved from the farmhouse where she'd spent the last few decades of her life into a much smaller house in town. As is necessary with such a move, she had to sift through all the material possessions that had accumulated over the years in order to downsize.
When it came to her journals, I told her what a treasure I thought those had to be, and how cool it would be for her kids and grandkids to look through someday. She replied, "Oh, honey, I burned those things." I'm sure my chin hit the floor as I said, "You did what?" Wilma explained. "Sweetie, there were things on those pages no one ever needed to see. I wrote some horrible things in there. I told God exactly what I thought about some people. I cried tears of anger and grief on those pages. No, I could never let anyone see them." After hearing her share all the reasons why those journals had to be reduced to ashes, I understood. There are some things you just have to keep between you and Jesus.
I've been writing lately about a lot of things that will never see the light of day. The unbloggable things. I've always been very careful about the things I put out into the world. Sometimes, when I do put thoughts out for all to see, they are veiled in a way that makes them more palatable or generic. Sometimes I write in a way that protects people I care about. I haven't always done it perfectly, but I really do try. However, truth be told, I've probably been a little too careful. Finding the balance between writing honestly and still honoring the higher calling to love is tricky.
As I'm trying to figure out what to put out into the world, I've never been more thankful for Jesus. He gets me. He gets anger. He gets injustice. He gets pain. He gets feeling misunderstood. More importantly, He gets grace. He gets forgiveness. He gets loving people who've hurt you. He gets showing mercy. And God knows I need help with those things.
I am grateful for burnable journals. Of course it's a bit harder these days when burning has to come in the form of passwords and encryption and delete buttons. Maybe I need to go back to paper and pen. We'll see. For now, as I hit "post" on another blog, I ask for grace as I work all of this out for myself in a way which hopefully isn't just me clearing my head. If that was the point of this blog, you'd get to see it all - the good, the bad, and the very, very ugly. But because I believe in the power of words and the value of an honest writer, I am compelled to continue to give voice to a few things I hope will be of some use to you. And the rest will just have to remain in the vault of unbloggable things.
Health update: I’m almost 6 months into my post-radiation meds. After making some adjustments, they are now tolerable. From what I’ve heard and read, some people say the first 6 months are the worst, so I’m hoping things get a little better from here. I’ve had several women tell me they couldn’t even make it this far on these drugs, so I’m grateful I’ve been able to stay on them, even if they do make life pretty awful some days. Still doing PT and OT, though not as often. I’m anticipating another surgery in late May/early June, then I’ll plop myself on the deck for another summer of recovery. The thought of that brings very mixed emotions, but it is what it is. My doc wants me to have an MRI before surgery, which came as a surprise to me since I was told I wouldn’t have scans unless something warranted them. But this way, if something is found, it can be dealt with during one surgery, and not a myriad of follow-up tests and procedures. So, if you feel like praying for something, pray the MRI is clear, and pray my insurance will pay for it. Apparently insurance companies are more likely to pay for a scan on someone who’s never had cancer than someone who’s been through treatment. Good grief. Moving on…
I am sitting poolside at my brother and sister-in-law’s house in Phoenix. We made the trip down to visit Houston, who is loving college life at GCU. I think the timing was good because I got the feeling he was getting a little homesick. He texted me one day last week and said, “I’m listening to all of the songs from The Middle of My Life.” (An album I released several years ago) I replied, “What is wrong with you? Are you okay?” Turns out maybe he thinks his mom is semi-cool after all. Anyway, I am grateful for these few days to hug him, talk about life, laugh, and watch him do his thing. Perry and I even got a shout out on the ESPN+ broadcast he was doing Saturday night, as we sat in the stands at a GCU softball game. Good work, kid.
A year ago this week, I was knee deep in chemo and anticipating that in a year, things would look pretty “normal” again. If you’ve kept up with this blog at all, you know the journey didn’t go quite as smoothly as I had hoped, but that’s okay. Normal is overrated anyway. While I wish there were no more appointments, meds, or surgeries in my future, there is a strange comfort and dare I say, excitement, in having the curtain pulled back, if even just a little, to see your own mortality. You make decisions differently. You gauge disappointments differently. Relationships take a higher priority. And hopefully, you see time as the fleeting wonder that it is, then choose your path accordingly.
While I haven’t been blogging as often in recent weeks, I’ve been writing a lot. Songs, books, musicals. And I’m having a blast. Okay, most days I’m having a blast. Like most creatives, there are many days when I fight my inner critic who says, “Why waste your time on this stuff? No one wants to hear or read this anyway. None of this is of any value to anyone. You’re a 54-year-old woman who should probably come to terms with the fact the no one really cares what you have to say.” Yep, that voice is loud. And really annoying. And some days, it’s pretty convincing. Other days, I feel like I can and should do anything I want to, dog gone it. I especially feel this way after watching things like the Olympics, or a half-time performance at the Super Bowl where a bunch of middle-aged folks have just killed it. Combine those moments with the One Voice that compels me to keep creating and I’m pretty confident I’m not done writing and unleashing new work.
So, in the weeks and months to come, you’ll be seeing and hearing more from me. I’m really excited about that. After all, time is a fleeting wonder. And I will choose my path accordingly.
I am a big fan of new beginnings. For years, there have been certain markers in my life that bring me a good measure of joy at the thought of a clean slate and a fresh start. Mondays hold a special place in my heart, offering a new week full of opportunities to try again. I'm fond of August because for over twenty years, it meant the beginning of a new school year, both as a homeschooling and public school family. And for as long as I can remember, January has always felt like a big ol' door swinging wide open into twelve months of possibility. New beginnings are the best.
However, this December, like no other December I can remember, I have struggled a bit to be excited about turning the final page on a calendar year and diving into yet another January. On December 31st, 2020, at 4:39 p.m., I received the news that would drastically change the next new beginning I would face. January 2021 still felt like a new beginning, but it was obviously different. Unexpected. Unwelcome. Unknown. Last January would lead me into the most difficult year of my life, and while I am able to see so much good that has come of the past twelve months, it is impossible to completely shut out the memories of pain, sorrow, anger, and intense disappointment I have wrestled with. And if I'm being honest, I have had some fear about what the next January might bring.
I have spent quite a bit of time thinking about what 2022 might hold. It would be easy to let the worries of the past year creep into those thoughts and become afraid of what is coming. When you've been beat up and seen those you love beat up as well, fear can be all-consuming. But I've been working hard to let the voice of hope be louder than the voices of doubt and pain. Doing that work has looked like dreaming big and making plans. I've also been remembering how I've been cared for because the ways I've been loved makes me want to love others better. I am a different person going into 2022 than I was going into 2021. Thank God for that.
I wanted to leave this year with a song as a message for January - both January 2021 and January 2022. I asked Houston if he would take this song and put together a video using some photos throughout the past year because all of it is worth remembering and reason for celebrating. Even the pictures of the tougher days are worth acknowledging because they remind me how far I've come and that fills me with more gratitude than I can possibly express.
I pray your January brings you a beginning filled with fresh starts and new adventures. I pray you are able to turn the calendar page with gratitude for what you've survived and with excitement for the path set before you. And however you are ending 2021, I pray you will walk bravely into a new year with great joy, hearing the sound of hope, loud and clear. There are good days ahead.
Hey January 2021
I never dreamed you'd come
And put up such a fight
You did your best to take me down with you
And some days I thought too
That you just might
I gave you tears and sleepless nights
But I'm still here and I'm all right (And I'm)
And maybe even gentler
Than I used to be
'Cause I believe
Hope is bigger
Than pain and fear will ever be
So I want you to know
As you come and go
You don’t scare me January
Hey January 2021
I'm not the only one
You shook to the core
You knocked my people down but we got up
And all of it made us
Closer than before
You took your shots, and left your scars
But we’re still here and now we are
Hey January 2022
I'm coming after you
And I’ve got dreams to chase
And what you give and take will never be
Enough to silence me
So hear me when I say
I might bend but I won’t break
And what you do will only make me