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John 14:13-14 NIV says, “And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. We prayed and tuned in to what God wanted us to say. Whatever I wrote, I wanted it to be God’s words, not mine.Īs we began to write, I told the team Amy’s story. I remember praying before we started writing, asking God for the right words. I felt God asking me to write a song specifically to answer Amy’s questions. We had made several of these trips before, but I knew this one was going to be different. I had no idea at the time whether she would ever receive that word.Īfter leaving the graveside ceremony for Mike, I headed to Nashville to join our Life.Church songwriting team. It seems hard right now, but there is a light in all of this.” I knew my advice was easier said than put into practice. She asked how she was supposed to go on without Mike. I knew God was working in all of this.Īfter the service, Amy had a few more questions for me. I shared my experiences as a follower of Jesus with them. After I finished, I was approached by several of Mike’s friends who were wrestling with the message. The day of the funeral, I simply asked everyone in the room to consider Jesus.

I looked at the experience as an opportunity to be honest and vulnerable. I knew my message would be heard by her family as well as countless friends and musicians, many of whom were dealing with the same struggles and asking the same questions as Amy.

And when she asked if I would officiate the funeral, I said yes. She started asking questions about Jesus. In the difficult days that followed, Amy was forced to grapple with hopelessness, loneliness, doubt, and anger. For 11 days he fought hard, but in the end, his body just couldn’t recover. He seemed happier than ever.īut all that came crashing down when Mike had a heart attack. Five months earlier, he had married Amy, the love of his life. Mike had just started to find purpose in life again. We would make frequent touring stops to my mom’s house, and by the second or third time he was over, he started calling my mom his mom.

He had run sound for my band for nine years and had become a part of my family. This was the day my good friend and colleague Mike Pickens passed away.