Let the paint splatter outside the lines

The songs I sing every night are the songs that I need… not to learn how to play, but to learn how to live. The story is forever teaching me and reminding me of who I long to be.  I’ve been in the unsung folk genre many years and know the difference between spending money at Urban Outfitters to look “vintage, Amish, hipster Barbie” versus the weathered, dysfunctional bright-eyed troubadours who have spent years bleeding out over the people that inspire them. I have not made lots of money, or had my name in lights, but I have had the great privilege of being in front of and with people… people who are walking really tough roads. People who need a song to find them just in time. People who need to be known, to be loved.  People that need something human, messy, and not all put together as they pursue fearless hope once again.

May the paint splatter outside the lines as we celebrate the beautiful mess that we are. Blessed!