When My Sister Channels Her Inner Bekah

If you're new {like since-Ryan-new} to the blog, you have missed all my embarrassing encounters with David Phelps.

{Wait. You DO know who he is, right? He's only about the most amazing singer to ever walk the planet.}

I've met him a few times. The first time was before my blogging days, and it was such an overwhelming experience that I literally lost my appetite for an entire day before the concert where I met him. {And this was in the fat era. I NEVER lost my appetite.} I had my photo taken with him AND his bus. And to my credit, I did not get ON the bus.

I met him a second time {appropriately} in front of a defibrillator. And I developed a stutter prior to that conversation that left me mostly ridiculous and red.

I met him a third time after I started working at WBCL and I worked his concert. It was my first time to emcee and thank THE LORD I managed to say actual, coherent, English words in that moment.

My adoration for David has calmed itself to appropriate levels since I've gotten married...I try to save the tongue-tied, heart-palpitating moments for Ryan. :)

But let me just tell you, my sister has some undying adoration too...for someone else in the southern gospel circuit: Michael English.

He is her David Phelps.

And she'd never seen him in concert.

She tried. OH she tried. She went with me to a full Gaither concert in Indianapolis when I was smack in the middle of my desert and not one bit of fun to be around...and he was sick and not at the concert. We were both sad!!!


So when I found out he was going to be IN MY TOWN this past weekend...in solo concert...I had to invite her. I had to.

And she said yes!

The concert promoter saved us some seats in the very front, and after we found our place and she'd done a bit of shopping at the product table, we settled in to wait for the big moment!

 

Ryan went with us too - even though this isn't his MOST favorite kind of music.

Poor Michael..he's sick AGAIN!!! {Last time he was sick as in recovering from surgery. This time he just sounded like he had a horrible cold. Bless his heart!}

But the boy can SING! Even sick - he sounded amazing, and Julie was just over there glowing like crazy in a Bekah-listening-to-David sort of way.

And at the end? She got to meet him.

I gave her some space, so I have no idea if she stuttered. :)

So it was a fun night - and it was fun to see her so happy. And if you want to hear BOTH Michael and David just bring a song HOME - check out this one.