It was December 2008. I received a phone call telling me they didn’t think my dad was going to make it through the night. Hospice was coming in to offer him end-of-life care.
I was standing near my friend Jennifer’s spare bedroom dresser when I got the call. It was a phone call no 25-year-old girl who had lived her life desperate for the love of her dad, wanted to receive.
I immediately got in the car to go to him. I knew he had to know Jesus before he died. I had to tell him about Jesus!
Little did I know, my carefully planned ‘salvation talk’ would take an unexpected turn. As they say, when you make plans for God, He chuckles.
I got to the house and he was lying in the bed. Hospice hadn’t yet brought the hospital bed. I remember nothing except the next thing I knew, there was a Bible on his bed, we were talking about something from Beth Moore, and I asked him if he wanted to accept Jesus into his heart. He couldn’t talk much; he was too weak, but he said yes.
And there, at that bedside, my dad gave his life to Jesus!
That night, I slept beside him in the bed because there was nowhere else to stay. It was the last time he’d ever wrap his arms around the “little girl” who wanted nothing more than to have a healthy relationship with her dad.
I woke up the next morning and he was still there. So weak. So feeble. So sick. But hanging on.
What started as “he won’t make it through the night” became weeks. We prayed together, asked for each other’s forgiveness, and even laughed a time or two when he was strong enough to wake up. I read him the Bible, and we rang in 2009 together at my aunt Sherri’s house.
Though there’s so much in the in-between, it would take too long to tell the story. Let’s just say God intervened and brought my dad back from the pit of death, literally.
January 2009
My mom and I drove him to the hospital to check him in so he could be treated for the hole in his lung. Talk about the grace of God. There stood the woman he’d divorced, helping carry him into the hospital, despite their past, because LOVE covers a multitude of sins.
Before we took him to the hospital, Dad and I got in the car and rode some gravel roads through Belle. We talked about this being a second chance for him and that he had the opportunity to do things differently. He seemed excited.
At the hospital, I hugged him goodbye and told him we’d see each other again soon.
February 23, 2009
We talked on the phone. I was coming down for the weekend, and we were going to ride gravel roads and make plans to go fishing. I was excited!
Later that evening, I missed his call, but he left a voice message telling me he loved me.
February 24, 2009.
My mom, Christi, showed up at 4:30 in the morning to tell me my dad died.
Died. Gone.
That is something no mother ever wants to tell her daughter. To say I grieved is an understatement.
Then there I sat with my best friend Jammie, holding my hand at the funeral home, hearing words like “cremation,” “burial,” and “death certificate.” No daughter should ever have to listen to these words at 25 years old.
I wish I could say something like, “It was his time to go,” or “he lost his battle with cancer.” But no… I can’t tell you that because it wouldn’t be true.
I learned later that my dad most likely died from an accidental overdose. Fentanyl. It had controlled him for years, and finally, it took his life.
Addiction. It stole my dad. Addiction. It stole him from ever walking me down the aisle. Addiction. It left me longing for a relationship I never got to have with a man I so desperately wanted to know better.
My opportunity to mourn with hope. I hope that despite the sadness and the heartbreak, someday I WILL dance with my dad in heaven.
What if I hadn’t gone to see him with the urgency to lead him to Christ? I wouldn’t be able to mourn with hope.
What if I had been too afraid to talk to him about Jesus because I didn’t want to offend him or I didn’t want to be rejected again? I wouldn’t be able to mourn with hope.
Today, I miss so many “what ifs,” but I mourn with hope, knowing I will see him again someday.
I won’t pretend my dad didn’t die a broken man. He was in bondage. Though he had accepted Jesus, he hadn’t yet accepted the freedom Jesus could offer him from the chains of addiction wrapped around him so tightly.
Oh, what I would have given to see that for him.
BUT… God is not done telling my dad’s story. As a matter of fact, He’s about to do it in a way I never expected.
I’m not sure “excited” is the right word to express the news, but it works for now. God woke me up a few weeks ago to tell me that He wanted me to write an album telling my dad’s story.
So, I’m doing it. I’m not ready to release all the details yet, but I will. Right now, I’m writing. And healing. And grieving. And healing some more. It’s actually been an incredible journey, and it’s only just begun.
Keep me in your prayers as we push forward in this project because I believe He’s about to blow the top off like never before and do things with this project I could never even wrap my head around.
Today, 16 years ago, my life was forever changed. But God wastes nothing, and He’s doing something new. Doug Graham’s tragedy will not be wasted.
A few months ago, I was sitting across from an industry pro over coffee in Nashville, and I shared with him, “I don’t know where I fit. I’m not sure I fit in the church and don’t really fit in the bar every night.”
He asked me… “Who told you that?”
“I just told you that,” I replied with a strange look on my face.
He gently called me up and out of that lie for the next hour, reminding me I could fit anywhere. I have the stories and the songs that fit in the church and a bar. He reminded me I have a message that matters.
So I came home and sat on our conversation for a minute. Then, I got brave enough to talk to the Lord about it. Honestly, I’d been avoiding the conversation.
It went a little something like this…
Me: God, why would I want to play music full-time in churches? I don’t even like the church right now. (Yes, I’m a worship leader. Yes, that’s a conversation for another day.)
God: You’re talking about my bride.
Me: Crap. You’re right. I’m sorry. What do you want me to do, Papa? I want to do what You want.
God: I want you to tell the church I love them, and I’m giving you the chance to do it with music and laughter.
Me: Tears and Silence
But we all know I can’t stay silent for long. So, through the tears, I told the Lord, “If this is what you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
God: Then let me walk with you in this. I’ll go before and behind you. We’ll do things together for My Kingdom – more than you could ever ask or imagine.
I then went and changed my pants because the thought scared the crap out of me.
I then spoke those words out loud to trusted friends because I knew once I said them, I couldn’t take them back: “I want to do music full-time by 2026.”
And so here I am, on that path, building the dreams God has put on my heart, staying steadfast in who God called me to be so that I can tell others how much He loves them.
So, I’m here to announce I’m doing this thang, and there’s no looking back!
That said, I need your help! I want to bring “A Night of Music & Laughter with Sundi Jo” to your church or backyard. There’s going to be something for everyone: music, laughter, authentic storytelling, and a whole lot of Jesus.
Here’s the thing: churches aren’t just going to book someone they know nothing about. It’s going to take a personal connection to the pastor, administrative assistant, etc., to book a show.
And that’s where I need your help, my friend.
Can you connect me to your church? Or, if you’re the one in charge of bringing others in, I’d love to chat. You can get more details on “A Night of Music & Laughter” church events here…
Interested in a backyard concert? Let’s do this! It’s just me, you, and several of your amazing friends, family members, neighbors, etc. It’s a laid-back night of fun, music, and, of course, some shenanigans. You can get more info on house concerts here …
Ozark Songsmiths with Sundi Jo, a new monthly songwriters round, will kick off on Thursday, July 18, from 6-8 p.m. at Taps on Downing Street. This event, set to become a regular highlight on the third Thursday of every month, aims to bring together songwriters and music enthusiasts in a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Recognizing the wealth of songwriting talent in the Ozarks, Sundi Jo created Ozark Songsmiths to provide a welcoming space for songwriters to connect and share their work. “I wanted to create a regular gathering where songwriters can support each other, and audiences can connect through the power of music,” said Sundi Jo.
Sundi Jo, an Americana/Roots Gospel Branson and Nashville recording artist, singer, and songwriter, is the driving force behind this initiative. Imagine a voice that sounds like a blend of Lucinda Williams, Iris Dement, Anne Wilson, and Zach Williams, and you’ll find Sundi Jo. She brings a soulful style to her music that makes her unforgettable. Her voice and ability to write songs from the heart drive her passion to keep making music.
Her latest release, “Ugly Houses,” is available now wherever you stream music.
Taps on Downing Street is the perfect venue for the night. With 24 craft beers, local wines, and delicious food, the modern-rustic taproom is ideal for hanging out with friends and listening to great music. They’ve got plenty of room for outdoor fun, fire pits, cornhole, and live music.
Whether you’re a songwriter looking to share your music or a music lover eager to discover new talents, Ozark Songsmiths with Sundi Jo is the place to be. To learn more, visit ozarksongsmiths.com.
“Well I ain’t no fancy castle / Got too much junk inside / But if you buy ugly houses, Lord / I’m taking down my for-sale sign,” Sundi Jo sings with her soulful voice, bringing back that retro style as though you’re dropping the needle down on an old vinyl record. Her raw vocals quickly draw listeners in.
Rising music artist Sundi Jo is excited to announce her latest release, “Ugly Houses.” The song is now available on all major streaming platforms.
“Ugly Houses” is a soulful song about diving into the deepest places of our hearts and seeing the beauty that God sees. With its catchy melody, raw lyrics, and relatable message of redemption, “Ugly Houses” will surely touch listeners’ hearts.
Though Sundi Jo is a songwriter who records most of her own work, “Ugly Houses” was written by Hannah Dasher and Robert Arthur.
“When I first heard Hannah’s version of ‘Ugly Houses,’ I was completely captivated,” says Sundi Jo. “The message spoke to me personally, and I knew I had to make it my own. I’m so grateful to Hannah for giving me her blessing to share my own version with the world. I called up my buddy, Brad Hacker, from Little Alien Music Production and told him I wanted to make this my own. He worked his magic, and here we are. I love it!”
Sundi Jo is a Branson, Missouri-based artist whose soulful style and heartfelt songwriting make her music unforgettable. Her passion for creating music that resonates with listeners shines through in every note she sings.
“I want to write and perform songs that people can resonate with and really feel. The world needs more vulnerability, and so does the church. I hope to provide that, along with some hope.”
Listeners can stream and download “Ugly Houses” on Apple Music, Spotify, and all major digital platforms. To stay updated on Sundi Jo’s latest news and releases, follow her on social media and visit sundijo.com.
Not too long ago, I Googled “How to Take a Sabbath.” I honestly didn’t know how to do it, and I wanted to do it well.
Yes… I’ve been a Christian for 18 years and wasn’t sure how to take a Sabbath.
Yes… I’m a Keynote speaker who has taught multiple people about freedom in Christ, but I’m still trying to figure out what Sabbath looks like.
Yes… I lead worship on Sunday mornings and had to google “How to take a Sabbath.”
A relationship with Jesus is a daily walk—hopefully, in the right direction—and I strive to keep doing that. God had been gently nudging me to make the Sabbath a priority. My heart desired to honor that, but I didn’t know how.
My idea of taking a Sabbath was this: You aren’t supposed to do anything. You can’t wash a dish, cook dinner, or anything else. You just have to sit in a chair and “rest” all day. Sitting in the chair and resting sounds great. Not washing dishes or cooking sounds even better. But when I began to think about it, it felt like a checklist of things we weren’t allowed to do in order to be closer to God and honor a day He’s called to be set apart. That just doesn’t sound like the God I know.
A while back, I was reading a book from Dutch Sheets, and he was talking about the Sabbath. It was so eye-opening. The Sabbath, also known as Shabbat in Hebrew, is far more than just a dull day set aside to make sure you don’t do anything so that you don’t upset God. Shabath, the Hebrew word for Sabbath, means not only “to stop or cease from work” but also “to celebrate.”
Dutch writes, “In much the same way we celebrate certain days – holidays, for example – by resting from work, this is the concept of Shabath. On the seventh day, God stopped working and celebrated! He was so excited about having a family that He decided it would be commemorated with a “rest and celebration day.” That puts a new twist on taking a sabbath. Every seventh day, we should all rest and celebrate our membership in God’s family with joy and great rejoicing. If we would do so, the gospel we preach would be a lot more appealing. Abandon your concept of a passionless, boring God. Reject all religious stereotyping of Him. Let your heavenly Father be real, relevant, relational and fun. Only then will you truly experience the pleasure of His company.”
Isn’t that so good? Yes, Sundi Jo. Abandon your concept of a passionless, boring God.
Back to my Google search. Between working full-time, leading a church, and building my dreams in music, I’m still figuring out how to balance it all. As I brought it to the Lord, He kept reminding me about the Sabbath—about rest, about celebration.
So, not long ago, I picked a day and decided I was going to do this Sabbath thing. I had no clue what I was doing, but I was determined to do it. I decided it would start after I got home from church and run through Monday.
I came home, finished up a couple of church tasks, took a nap, and woke up ready to go. Except I didn’t know what I was ready to do. I journaled, read, ate something, and watched some TV. I got so anxious about Sabbathing that I didn’t rest or celebrate at all. So, I drove to my best friend’s house and played Mario with my nephew.
When I got home that evening, I Googled “How to take a Sabbath.” Surprise, a variety of articles came up, but one in particular caught my attention. I wish I had saved it.
But something he said stuck out to me. The author shared that those who are creative all day should try to do something with their hands on the Sabbath, and those who work with their hands or do physical labor all week should do something creative. I really liked the idea.
So, the following week, I decided to try again. I finished some touches on cleaning the garage, then I rearranged my living room. I started to feel guilty because I felt like I was working, but then I talked to the Lord about it. He asked me what I was feeling while I was rearranging. “Excitement,” I said. “Excitement that I was doing something new. And it made me feel happy.” And I knew the Lord was smiling, too, because, at that moment, I had rested. I had celebrated. Because I was still walking with Him. I was singing to worship music blaring while I was figuring out where I wanted my couch. I didn’t stress about it. I didn’t look at the clock, wondering if I was sabbathing right. It was peace. It was peace because I took God out of that box I tend to put Him in.
Last weekend, I planted a garden with my adult bff and my mini bff. We had to weed the garden beds and I did some sweating. But then we planted and watered, and I stared at something I’d helped make. Something that would give back – vegetables that would nourish the body God gave me and called me to take care of. And I didn’t pay attention to the time. I was just present. And I know it made God smile.
So, here I am, still trying to figure out this Sabbathing journey. Still trying to figure out how to rest and celebrate with God. Still trying to figure out how to honor His desire for me to take one day and reset with Him. And I’m so grateful for His grace on the journey.
What are some of your favorite things to do on the Sabbath?
Don’t tell me that God can’t heal your broken heart.
Don’t say, “Sundi Jo, that’s great that He can do that for you, but you don’t know what I’ve done. You don’t know what’s happened to me.”
You’re right. I may not know what you’ve done or what’s happened to you, but God does. And He still wants you. He still wants to redeem the broken pieces. He still wants to hold you. He still offers forgiveness and redemption.
Don’t tell me God can’t redeem your story. I know He can because He redeemed mine.
A few months ago, we were walking around the Branson Events Center, formerly known as the Copeland Theatre, built by my friend Roberta and her late husband, Bob. We were thinking about leasing it for Shepherd’s Heart’s new location.
We got to the stage, and my heart was overwhelmed. The last time I stepped on that stage was around 2007 when Ted Burden asked me to share my testimony. I was a brand new believer (2006). A lot has happened since I stood on that stage. It’s truly a miracle that I’m alive in more ways than one.
I sat on the stage with Leslie, and Richard snapped a picture as we talked. I didn’t know it until later. I’m still just in awe of God’s goodness.
On Mother’s Day, we held our first service in the new building. This time, I stood on that stage as a worship leader. How in the jack did that happen?
Only God.
Sexually abused by more people than I care to talk about.
Addicted to pornography from an early age.
In a homosexual relationship for five years.
Full of so much shame I could barely make eye contact with people.
330 lbs.
But God….
He washes away the dirty.
He redeems the time.
He restores what the locusts have eaten.
He cleanses the impurities from our hearts.
He replaces the shame with a double portion of blessing.
He calls us His children.
He is near to the brokenhearted.
Have I mentioned He redeems the time?
If He can rescue me, He can rescue you. I promise.
