“I sing for souls that thirst for truth and hearts that long for healing.”
A Piece of my Story…
Growing up, I leaned on academic and musical success while quiet battles with identity kept me in a loop of insecurity. I didn’t feel whole. Somehow a certified “preacher’s kid” struggled with faith. No matter what I “accomplished”, God didn’t let me find peace in shallow hopes, quick fixes, false narratives. Instead, He showed me that peace and validation only come from knowing Him. God is present, I am His, I was broken, but in Him I found wholeness. Desperation turned to prayer and prayer into songs of hope. Hope’s gracious hands, the hands of Jesus Christ, were nailed to a cross so we could be healed from our deepest wounds.