So much death around me.
It feels like weekly, there's another baby, another father, another friend, another miscarriage. There's something going on this year—something stranger than normal. It seems like everywhere I turn, death has come with heavy hands to choke out life that needs to bloom.
On Sunday I woke up to learn that my dear friend Tiffany Thurston had lost her father unexpectedly to a heart attack. He was young and alive, and the times I met him, I was carried away by the joy in his eyes and smile. What a robbery. What a tragedy—and just two weeks before her Bloom Conference in Hawaii where I'm speaking with Anjelah Johnson next weekend.
I'm angry—angrier than normal. And you better believe the three of us on that stage are going to release something that shakes hell and releases heaven on that island. There's a sound about to come out of that place that can't be replicated, can't be faked. And can't be stopped.
It's the sound of children in love with their King, continuing to worship in the face of death.
It's the sound that breaks depression.
It's the sound that breaks addiction.
It's the sound that heals the broken heart.
It's the sound that releases heaven to earth.
I know it's short notice to get tickets to Hawaii, but if you can come to BLOOM this year, you won't regret it. Please be praying for Tiffany and her family as they walk through this fire. And remember, when the storms of death come to take us out, life will always BLOOM again after the rain.
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