What if my words were gone?

A Randy Travis interview came on the radio while I drove home from work the other day.

It was recorded before his 2013 stroke, which almost cost him his life and has made communication more difficult than it once was for the singer of more than a dozen No. 1 songs.

This is less about Travis, though, than it is about the questions which creeped into my mind when I thought about how quickly things changed for him.

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Hey, God

Hey, God

Hey, God.

I’m just sitting here looking up.

I guess You already know.

I know usually ask a lot of questions at times like these, and I know I hardly ever listen for the answers.

It seems like it’d be a shame to waste this cool breeze and these cricket songs on questions, though.

I just came out here to sit in this chair on the back porch and say thanks.

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