Flight of The Gypsy Bird

So.....yeah. I've been kinda quiet for a bit. Not really, but web-wise..well...you know what I mean. It's been a little on the nuts-ish side ever since Pop passed...Passing on that Wednesday, back and forth to Brooks to comfort "Momma", help sort and and find pictures and figure out all the details involved with an unexpected death on Thursday and Friday, nephew's first birthday party (at which I almost lost my cool and jumped a heffa...thank you JESUS for a little girl who KNOWS her momma..."Mommy? Come walk with me?"), Church on Sunday (which my Abba is so precious...had me scheduled to sing a song about peace and resting in his arms a month before Pop even passed... <3 ), Veiwing that night, Funeral on Monday, and somewhere in between, 5 out of 6 kids AND myself managed to pick up STREP (I had blisters and lacerations in my throat..ACK!) which pretty much wiped us out for the rest of that week and the beginning of the next....SHEESH!  O...

 Shane and I were talking, yesterday, on the way to IHOP Macon where I lead a devotional set every Friday. There were four of us in the car, and he drops the bomb, "When you get done with that, I need to tell you something..." I looked up from the chord sheet I was transposing and said, "okay...?" His eyes were glistening with unshed tears and immediately my mind began racing with what he could possibly have to tell me that would stir up that emotion in him. I set my work to the side and gave him my full attention. Right there...in the car...infront of two of the most precious teenagers...he proceeded to weep and to tell me how God had convicted him about not pouring into me and the giftings and anointings that I have...he went on and needless to say the entire car, barring Claud(haha) was a weeping mess. He told me that God had told him that he was to invest in me and my music...and while he was speaking my mind immediately saw the face of one of my b...