Tonight my heart is broken. I’m speechless. I’m hurting.
A couple of years ago, David and I were wrestling with some decisions we needed to make. We came to a decision that it was time to move on and find another church. We chose Living Praise with Pastor Legrand Kelly.
From the first visit, I felt a tug on my heart. I felt that I was meant to be there. Although I knew the Kelly family when I was younger, this was the time for me to really get to know them.
Let me tell you… they are a wonderful family! Each one of them is talented and compassionate and faithful.
Let me take a minute to tell you about my pastor-
In the few short years that we have been going there, I have become super close to this man. A confidante. A friend. An ear that truly listened. A joke when I needed it most. A smile at the right time. A laugh like no other.
He was there for me when my dad had his surgery. MY PASTOR. He was there for me when I was struggling with some real life situations. MY PASTOR.
Tonight, at work, I got the very unexpected call that he had passed. It was like a bullet in the chest.
He was the true definition of a shepherd. He loved his sheep. When they hurt, he hurt. When they celebrated, he celebrated. When they grieved, he grieved. When they went on about their “best” NFL team, he was quick to come back about his amazing redskins. He was a good man. He was a generous man. He was a loving man. He was a great man.
So, here’s to you, Pastor! Words cannot begin to express the love I have for you and your family. Words cannot begin to express how broken I’m feeling right now. As you rejoice in Heaven, I selfishly weep here on earth. You couldn’t wait to meet your Maker. I can’t stand the thought of you not being around. You are no longer suffering, your church family is hurting more than ever. Fly high, my friend. Embrace the joys of your new home. I will miss you going on at Heath and then belly laughing at his responses. I will miss the random memes that were too funny not to send me. I will miss fixing your collar on Sunday morning before church. I will miss the laughs. I will miss the conversations. I will miss the random calls accusing me of making you fat just because I made a cobbler you loved and just had to have the recipe to. I will even miss the nasty Cowboys remarks. I will miss you, MY PASTOR.
If you are reading this, you have some sort of connection with me, whether we are just friends on Facebook, friends in real life, family, or perfect strangers and you just somehow stumbled over my blog. No matter who you are or how you know me, please say a prayer for me tonight. My heart hurts. I’m struggling. Pray for my church family as they are all devastated. Last, but certainly not least, please lift the Kelly family up as they have a hard road ahead of them. As broken as I am, and I am very, I can’t imagine how torn they are. Death is a natural thing, but it hurts so bad. It leaves us behind in pieces that we must try to fit back together as best we can to move on. Thankful to serve a God that gives us the promise of seeing him again one day.
Frieda, Joy, Starr, Brian, Kayla, Kiley, and Brock- I love you all so very much. I am praying for you all. My heart is shattered for you all. I am so so very sorry.