When I left my marriage, my daughter and I moved to a little house on 40 acres of land.

It had a pond with a pier standing over it. Early in the morning, I would walk to the pier with my coffee, and phone for music.

Pulling up my playlist of Praise and Worship, I would jump up and down all over that pier praising Him. That was most mornings anyways. There were some mornings all I could do was stand there and whisper the words. Even though I was still praising Him, I was broken.

To me if felt broken, but God hears the Hallelujah.