And it's all because of the person I loved. I'll always think you don't miss me. Even if you do. I try to believe that maybe this is for the best; that you leaving would make you realize what you had. That maybe you needed to lose me to find me again. I know timing is important and you maybe weren't ready for me.
"Piece Of Your Heart" Lyrics
Or maybe you were just a lesson, a lesson to never love someone so much because they can always leave. Every day I think to myself, "Why did he leave? And by now, if you have nothing to say, then I need to realize my value and move on. Maybe now I'll see my worth more than you ever showed me. I need to realize that you never give up on something you can't go a day without thinking about.
But then there's part of me that wants to fight. Because what a terrible way of life to take the easy way, to never know what it is to risk everything for what you love. But maybe I'm the only one that thinks that way. I can now only wish you the best of luck. It's so hard when you miss someone, but I know if I miss you now, then I was lucky. I was lucky to have someone worth missing. And I believe you were lucky too. You were lucky to have someone that loved you with everything in them, and you're giving that away. I think one day you'll look back and regret it, but I can't change that.
Maybe one day our paths will cross again. I wish you the very best. Dear Person I'll Forever Love, Everything inside me wants to scream and yell to the entire world how much I hate you and how much I never want to see you again. Subscribe to our Newsletter Thank you for signing up! Check your inbox for the latest from Odyssey. Self Love. At Syracuse University. Ex Boyfriends.
At University of Houston. Arts Entertainment. At Rhode Island College. And weep. And stare at our ceilings in the dark hours. We pray and pray and place our shaky, hopeful confidence up on the altar before a loving and patient God who knows that come midnight, we will sneak in and frantically snatch it back. What you actually survived. What does the sound of surviving really sound like? In real life?
It is not the roar of warrior on a mountain top. It is not some chest thumping holler or victory lap. It is the tiniest shimmer of belief that even in the valley of the shadow of death, you are not walking, or falling, or crawling alone. When you set out on a journey, you are a certain person. When you arrive, you are someone else. You started with a clean car and ended up with bug guts on the windshield and a couple of blinking indicator lights on the dashboard. You started with bicycle tires full of air and ended up with a banged up helmet and a lost water bottle.
You bought the smartest, lightest, fastest running shoes, and you crossed your finish line, bare foot with ice packs and crutches. And it should. Anybody who has been really running a race and still has perfect hair at the end of it, took some shortcuts. I come from a family, deeply committed to silence and optimism and revisionist history. We are wildly uncomfortable with some of the awkward branches on our family tree. We do not easily talk about regret or mistakes or pain. We are far more adept at whistling through those miles, shushing and whispering about the darker highways anyone has travelled, determined to protect ourselves and our pride and future speculation at family reunions.
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I have always preferred to paint a prettier picture of my life, than the one that actually exists. Approaching these songs and myself a little more honestly, was both tricky and liberating. I am not the same girl. Not the same woman. Not the same daughter or mother or friend. Certainly not the same Christian.
It all looks different a few miles down the road. But there is great strength and grace in looking back, and letting God show me how the journey has changed me. Any road worth travelling will always make us better, in the end, even if makes us more broken, first. For anyone who has been on a faith journey for some time, walked the long road with Jesus, the peaks and valleys, the deep joy and deep sorrows, the confusion and questioning, the moments of certainty and gratitude, every mile, every bump, bruise and beautiful encounter… these songs are for you.
For both of us. Taking spiritual inventory. In that moment, the looking back, it is easy for us to judge ourselves. To look at certain decisions or beliefs or experiences and feel regret. Wishing that a certain chapter ended differently. Wishing I could re-write history. Rewind the tape. He interrupted with compassion and reassurance to tell me that all of it mattered.
All of it…all the pain, the tears, every long night staring at the ceiling, the questions and struggle and confusion, brought me to this place, a place where I could finally be honest before God as I am, not as I wish I was. God reminded me that He uses everything. None of it is wasted as we journey closer to who we were meant to be and who God intends for us be. These songs have given me permission, and I hope you too, to silence the voices of regret.
To recognize that every part your journey, every broken place, have all been part of the story God is writing in your life. Lessons we had to learn. Tears that had to fall. Chapters that had to be written and then closed, to find ourselves in a bigger, more beautiful story. A lot of people work super hard to pull this off…the artists love connecting personally with fans and there are performances galore.
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Today, I was at my designated booth at my designated time to sign autographs. Probably the most honest, too. There was a time, years ago, when I would have really looked forward to meeting fans, signing autographs, and taking pictures. I cringe remembering that girl, at times. I am making new music that I am really proud of out in July , God is carving out beautiful paths for me to lead in local ministry for the first time in years. Leading local worship. Mentoring younger writers…I feel so energized by the new doors the Lord is opening for me, in this season. But today I warned you about real talk I sat there at that autograph booth and felt…old.
And maybe slightly uncool and irrelevant. Weighing more than I want to weigh. I battled all morning not to allow myself to spin into this self esteem spiral. But truth? Feeling a little small in spirit today, because I let ego sit in the drivers seat. I should know better. About halfway through the autograph line I met a big, tattooed, burly guy named Michael and his lovely wife Darla.
I signed their stuff. Took the picture.
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Then he tells me about a certain girl who was molested by her stepdad from age , and that it was my song that helped her finally find her own shaky voice and tell someone. He was just convicted and is serving 7 years. A song did that. God used a song to stop her abuse and help her healing begin. I needed to hear this. Certain songs have utterly changed my life over the years, in just the right moment. Something unlocks.
Spirit shifts. And today I was reminded again that is why I do what I do, and what an astonishingly sweet privilege it is. Unattached if it ever fades. Easier said than done, let me tell you. And it was timely. Yanked me firmly out of my slow descent into insecurity and self loathing. Halted my orbit around Planet Nichole. As I child, I recognized that musical things came easily, so I sang a lot.
Played my piano, constantly. I knew intuitively what to do with electric mixers and spatulas, coloring pencils or a needle and thread. I have always been a creator. Most of my childhood memories are washed in these warm watercolors. Women are so prone to nurture and protect. Moms are never the first ones to push us out on a branch and let our legs shake uncontrollably. His list always includes far away, wonderful places. I say. I want you to fly and dream and explore …at the local community college. I want you to STAY. Go allllll the way up to the tree at the end of the street. Pedal hard and then make a big wide turn and ride back to me.
Go out on that court and play defense like we practice in the driveway every night. Stop apologizing. Go hard. Go tell the coach tomorrow that basketball is not really your thing. You want to go to Los Angeles to try and pursue a music career instead of using the college degree I just paid for? The broken marriage is not going to survive? Go gather up those pieces and bring that shattered heart over here, this minute.
Or ties. How relieved I am to know you have my back, always. That I can lean hard into your quiet strength. I know whose heart I can trust. Dig out old photographs. Tell him why they are your favorites. And sure, give him a new apron for the grill, but stand out there in the heat with him and tell him who you are because of who he is. For booking and management inquiries: The Chandy Group cgillespie chandygroup. Sorry, no shows currently. Click RSVP below to be notified when new tour dates are announced.
No Longer Listen- are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? I think the same could be said of my spiritual life. Straight into the wind, maybe get hurt. I thought living safe meant living stronger. No longer. Stepping out of the safe shadows and letting love shape me. Slow Down I bought a house last year.
Write all you can, in the wet cement. And David knew a thing or two about running. Why do we imagine we are any different? Dear Me… When I was in high school, I had a teacher who asked us to write a letter to our future selves in ten years. What would it feel like, now, to write a letter to my younger self, instead? But I wanted to tell her much more than that. How about you? What would you tell your younger self? But now is all you really have. And all you really need. It is, so often, a small and lonely whisper into the darkness.
Just a whisper in the dark. This is the sound of surviving. Thoughts from the road Thoughts from the road. That is my tree and I am an apple, not falling far from it. Every Mile Mattered For anyone who has been on a faith journey for some time, walked the long road with Jesus, the peaks and valleys, the deep joy and deep sorrows, the confusion and questioning, the moments of certainty and gratitude, every mile, every bump, bruise and beautiful encounter… these songs are for you.
It all mattered. Every single mile. Thank you for that, Michael and Darla. Thank you, Lord. All of my favorite little girl memories spent with my Dad, involve a little failure. My Dad was the one who always coaxed me into a world of risk. Learning to ride a bike. Trying out for the basketball team. The trying of the awkward things.