An Open Letter to Danny Gokey

Dear Danny Gokey,

I want to start this post of by explaining why I’m writing this to you.

I recently went through a break-up and it absolutely destroyed me. Day in and day out, I’d find myself crying my eyes out at the most random times and at literally everything. I had crazy thoughts going through my head for the longest time. I honestly just felt like I couldn’t go on with life.

Why?

Simply over a boy who I devoted more time into than I did God. When me and said boy began dating, we had God be the center of our relationship, we’d go to church together, we’d listen to Christian music together, we’d pray together when we would leave each other. Then over time, He became less and less the focus of our relationship and pretty much became nonexistent.

I found myself thinking that after we broke up, God was punishing me. God was mad at me because I stopped giving time to Him, I stopped thanking Him for everything He did for me. Which in turn made me mad at God. I yelled at Him daily. I begging Him to bring the guy back to me.

Until my mom told me to pray, to reach out to God, reach out to Godly people. And that’s exactly what I did.

I reached out to a girl I grew up with whom I knew was a devoted Christian and she told me about your song Tell Your Heart to Beat Again. When she first told me to listen to it, I didn’t. I told myself that it was just another depressing song I’d listen to and cry because once again, I wasn’t good enough.

Until one day, I felt like God reached out to me and told me to listen to the song. He wanted to calm my broken and weary heart. So I turned on your song…

“Shattered like you’ve never been before. The life you knew in a thousand pieces on the floor…” 

As soon as those words hit my ears, I knew this song was going to be more than a song to me, as weird as that may be.

I continued to listen to this song on repeat for days. I wrote some of the lyrics on the dry erase boards in my room for daily reminders. When I started getting sad again, I’d play your song.

“Yesterday’s a closing door. You don’t live there anymore. Say goodbye to where you’ve been and tell your heart to beat again.” 

And that’s what I had to do. I had to forget about the things that happened in my yesterdays. I had to realize that I no longer was apart of a world where I let a single boy control everything I did and said. I had to say goodbye to the girl I was for almost three years, and I had to tell my broken heart that it needed to beat again and be whole.

Let every heartbreak and every scar be a picture that reminds you who has carried you this far cause love seems farther than you ever could.”

Finally, I had to tell myself that this heartbreak I was going through, God did it, but He didn’t do it in a malicious way. He did it because He knew I needed to go through that before I find the Godly man He knows I deserve. I had to tell myself that God was holding my hand and He was walking with me through the pain.

Last night, February 4, 2017, I attended Winter Jam in Atlanta with no intention of seeing you there or hearing your music. I mean, why would I? You weren’t on the line-up.

You walked out on stage, sang a few songs, and then you sang Tell Your Heart to Beat Again. It took all I had in me not to break down then and there. All I could do was close my eyes and raise my hands up to the Lord because that day I found myself thinking about my ex again, and whether or not God intended it to happen, hearing that song told me to “get back up, take step one, leave the darkness” and feel the sun.

So with all of that being said, thank you, Danny Gokey, for helping me realize that this is all apart of God’s plan and there is a much greater plan that He has for me.

 

Sincerely,

 

A dedicated fan.

 

 

An Open Letter To His Family

This is an open letter to the family of the boy I fell in love with: 

I’m going to start this off by saying I don’t hate any of you. I could never hate y’all. I’ve known all of you for so many years and have come to love each and every one of you, that no matter what y’all did, I could never hate you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not hurt by the things you have done.

A part of me hopes that one of you see this, and a part of me hopes you never do. It has been sitting on my heart long enough that I knew I needed to get it out in the open, even if none of you ever see it.

I’ll never understand why each of you have made the decisions you have about me, but I respect them. No matter how long I have to go through this or what I actually have to go through, I’ll always respect each of you and the decisions you make. I may not ever understand or agree with them, but you’re all adults I grew to respect and love over the years.

Over the last 365 days, all of you have hurt me, in more than one way, but I don’t hate any of you. What I feel is hurt, and sadness. I feel betrayed, in a way. I feel as though I’m not good enough for not only him, but for any of you either.

Over the last 365 days, I’ve gone through the days being as happy as I could be because I’ve gotten the chance to get to know your son and grandson on a more personal level than ​I have over the years I’ve known him. I’ve gotten the chance to know the amazing man you have grown as parents, and helped raised as grandparents. I’ve gotten the chance to be treated the way every girl should be treated by a man.

For all the reasons I have listed above, I want to thank you. Parts of me feel like if you didn’t make the decisions you did, I wouldn’t have been able to love a person the way I love your son, the relationship that the two of us share wouldn’t have had the chance to grow as strong as it is today.

There are days where I’m sad. So so sad. I see other couples out in public being all happy and couply and even with their families and it hits me hard that I can’t have that. Why? Because of age? No. That may be one reason, but there’s more to it, but I wish you all would look past your fears. I wish you would have at least given me a chance. I wish I would have been given the chance to sit down with you and talk about where I see your son/grandson and I going. I wish I wasn’t turned away the second things changed between he and I.

The two of us have already been through so much in just the short amount of time we have confessed our feelings for each other, but all it has done is made us stronger and shown us that no matter what is thrown at us, we can make it through it. No matter what pitch life throws at us, we can hit homeruns all day.

I’ll never understand what I did to make you guys not like me. Is it because I developed feelings for your son/grandson? Because I’m “too old”? Because you’re afraid? 

Whatever the reason–one I’ll probably never know– I’ll respect. I won’t agree, but I will respect. I just ask you never be fake to me, even if you’re trying to make him happy. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that I can take what you all feel or think, or I can take how me and him feel and run with it. And I don’t mean any disrespect by this, but I’m taking how the two of us feel and running with it because in the end, it’s what matters the most to him and me, not you guys. I’m sorry.

Although I feel sad daily because of your decisions, I can’t help but silently thank you for raising an amazing man, allowing me to experience true love, and for putting me to a very hard test. I thank you for allowing my relationship to grow and blossom into something beautiful, and at the end of the day, I leave it in God’s hands.

And when the day comes we are finally allowed to be together, I still won’t hate any of you. I will love you just as I have over the years I’ve known you. I can’t promise I won’t hold a grudge for a little while, but maybe one day, we will all be able to come together and be friends again. Maybe I will never really be accepted. but I still won’t hate you.

All the love.

xo, B.