Let the Angels Carry You By Camille McConnell

I was too fatigued to make it all the way down the stairs, so I just sat there while processing, and words and a melody started floating to my brain. They demanded attention.

So I started writing it all down in the Note app on my phone. When such a perfect creation is essentially sent from heaven and downloaded into your brain, you have to ask God, “Why did you send this?” His answer: “I want you to sing it at his funeral.” That’s what I was afraid of. Why did it seem like God was always asking hard things of me?