A few years ago, I had the privilege of sitting down with The Salvation Army to talk about something that still feels tender and sacred to me: heritage. Not the polished kind. Not the kind you can wrap in a bow and make sound impressive in a bio. The real kind. The kind made of prayers prayed in quiet rooms. Songs sung before you understood all the words. People who loved Jesus with their actual lives, not just their opinions. The kind of faith that gets passed down slowly, i

I didn’t plan on this being my first blog entry. If I’m honest, I didn’t plan on having a blog at all. I’m a songwriter. My natural habitat is melody, not monologues. But here we are. Apparently God is still in the business of nudging me into things I didn’t expect. So, welcome. This is the part of the website where the “extra bits” get to live. The half-formed thoughts. The stories behind the songs. The moments I wish I could tell you over coffee but can’t, because apparentl