The Rev. Beth Cantrell, Our Brother Legion, "Nothing in this world will ever break my heart again."
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Nothing in this world will ever break my heart again. Nothing in this world will ever break my heart again No pain this life will put me through Will ever, ever hurt like you Buxton/York for the cast of Nashville Last year I accepted a call as a pastor in a church out of state. It was a disaster. When I got there, I thought to myself “Did I ever feel called here?” Hmm. I didn’t feel called. In fact I didn’t feel much of anything. I’m a person living with bipolar. Not feeling much of anything was a new experience to me. That job proved untenable so I resigned and I came back to North Carolina. I went back to my old providers and asked to go off one of my meds. Yup. I wasn’t feeling anything due to the medicine. I did fine for three weeks. I even started sleeping without medication. Then life struck. My best friend got Covid and lived in a ventilator for twenty days. A large event that I’ve planned for December went wonky, then I got bronchitis. And a friend let himself in my c