Written after a Sunday I almost walked out on, when the Spirit told me to sit down and listen instead of trying to fix everything. About the small and simple thing of choosing optimism when pessimism feels more natural.
A small, reverent French folk meditation on Gethsemane. Written from the thought that when Christ walked into that garden, He already knew each of us by name.
A song about the moment hard seasons stop feeling like punishment and start feeling like teaching. Written on a back porch after losing count of how many small mercies were hiding in plain sight.
A quiet song inspired by my daughter Grace. Her old-soul kindness, her way of seeing people, and the simple things she says that make others feel seen, welcome, and enough