Reba McEntire & Lauren Daigle Deliver Powerful “Back to God” Performance at the ACMs Country legend Reba McEntire joined forces with powerhouse vocalist Lauren Daigle for a show-stopping moment at the Academy of Country Music Awards. Together, they performed “Back to God” in a way that captivated the audience and left many deeply moved. The performance highlighted the beauty of contrast: Reba’s signature country twang woven seamlessly with Lauren’s soulful, faith-driven delivery. Their chemistry on stage brought both authenticity and emotion, turning the song into a heartfelt call for hope and healing. A Song With a Message “Back to God”…
Author: Kelly Whitewood
Jelly Roll’s “Save Me” in Tampa: A Viral Moment of Pain, Healing, and Gratitude Have you ever heard a song that feels like it understands your pain? At a 2025 Florida concert, Jelly Roll turned a performance of “Save Me” into something far deeper — a raw confession, a prayer, and a thank you to the fans who he says helped break his family’s generational curses. Standing alone under a single spotlight, his voice trembling, he told the crowd that their love gave him reasons to keep fighting. Before singing a note, he asked them to sing with him. The…
Authorities have arrested someone they think killed Charlie Kirk, a 31-year-old political activist who was shot and killed at a rally at Utah Valley University on September 10, 2025. The arrest has shocked Utah and gotten a lot of attention across the country. Tyler Robinson, 22, is the suspect. He is a scholarship student at Utah State University. Police said he was arrested after telling his father, Matt Robinson, a veteran of the Washington County Sheriff’s Department and the U.S. Marshals Service, what he had done. Matt Robinson got his son safe and then called the police right away. This…
During a public debate at Utah Valley University on September 10, 2025, conservative activist and Turning Point USA founder Charlie Kirk was shot and killed. A bullet hit him in the neck from a rooftop about 200 yards away. Kirk died from his injuries even though he got emergency medical care. About 3,000 people saw the attack, which caused chaos and a lot of people to leave. Eyewitnesses said that people were in a panic when they dropped to the floor and then ran away in fear. The sudden outbreak of violence made the event a place of fear and…
Iryna Zarutska, a 23-year-old refugee from Ukraine, came to North Carolina with the hope of starting over. She ran away from war with her mother and siblings, and she quickly became a valued member of her new community. She was kind and determined, and she worked several jobs, took English classes, and dreamed of becoming a veterinary assistant. For two years, it looked like she was on the right track to the American dream. She worked hard, took care of her family, and saved for important events that would make her free. People who knew her said she was kind,…
When my ex and I split, I told myself I’d make co-parenting work for Julia’s sake. She was nine—old enough to clock the tension, too young to decode it. Every other Friday she’d skip down the steps with an overnight bag, blow me a kiss, and I’d spend forty-eight hours pacing a quiet house and pretending this was normal. The first crack was small: Molly, her American Girl doll, didn’t come home. “Where’s Molly?” I asked as Julia unpacked. “Oh. I left her at Dad’s,” she said, distracted. “He couldn’t find her.” Kids misplace things, I reminded myself. Then the…
The porch smelled like lemons and cut grass, and the tea was already lukewarm by the time Mary got to the point she’d been circling all afternoon. “I’m telling you, Donald,” she said, tapping her spoon against the mug. “Your son will lose his marbles soon and ask you to move. Better to beat him to it before your relationship suffers.” Donald Harper stared at the street instead of answering. Two months earlier, his house—his and Lila’s house, the one where Peter learned to ride a bike and where they penciled his height on the pantry door—had burned while he…
A year after we buried my grandmother, I kept the strangest promise I’d ever made to her: dig up her favorite rosebush. I’m Bonnie, 26, northern Michigan born and raised—porches, woodstoves, winters that teach you to lean on your people. My mom, Mary, is a school nurse. My grandmother, Liz, was the quiet gravity that kept us steady. She smelled like Ivory soap and cinnamon, sliced apples with a nicked paring knife older than me, and could make a room warmer just by being in it. The cold spot in our family was my aunt Karen—ten years older than Mom,…
I’m 57, and I built my life around one person—my daughter, Chloe. Her father walked out the day she was born, whispering, “I’m not ready,” and disappearing down the hallway. I worked doubles, slept in snatches, and still learned to French-braid before school, stitched Halloween costumes on the kitchen table, and sat up through thunderstorms with her hand in mine. I missed things. I also showed up. She was my reason. When Chloe married Ryan, I exhaled for the first time in years. Then came the call that made me cry in the produce aisle: “Mom, I’m pregnant.” I knit…
The second time that week my doorbell rang without warning, I opened it to find Jaime staring at his sneakers and Ava trying to smile with her ribs. “Mark will grab them on his way home—thanks, Ruth!” Whitney sang from the driveway. Before I could answer, her taillights were at the corner. I knelt. “You two eat yet?” Ava’s head bobbed, then shook. “Can I have something? Please?” Peanut butter and jelly felt like a banquet from the way they watched me spread it. It was 4:07. School had been out for hours. “Didn’t you eat when you got home?”…