I was the little girl who begged the boys not to stomp on caterpillars because they would someday become “beautiful butterflies”. I guess I’ve always been sensitive to what things could be, if they just had the chance to get there.
Rural Kentucky will always be home. I was born there into a world of make believe, open fields, and bare feet. At night, I wrote songs under the covers with my flashlight because I learned early on that it helped me process life. I filled my journals with simple lines. I loved God. I knew He loved me.
As a teenager, I walked awkwardly through the halls of my high school, full of fears and anxiety, never feeling comfortable in my own skin. Insecurities ruled my life. In the back of class, I scribbled lyrics in the margins of my notes. Words of angst. Questions why. God was my secret keeper and closest friend, the only place I found my identity. He still is.
Today, I’m 26 years old, still living in my hometown and married to a wonderful man who makes me a better person.
I spend most days taking care of my home and writing songs. I have found the love of God to be infinitely worth writing about. His faithfulness is my song and I’ve been singing it my entire life. He turns caterpillars into butterflies and I’ve never been more captivated by any other thing.
I have a type A-creative personality. Which means I think like a writer, but I also clean obsessivley, make a lot of lists, and can’t make sense of my thoughts unless my surroundings are in order. My mother says I walked through the house as a toddler straightening the rugs. Not much has changed.
My homebody tendencies sometimes get the best of me, but music has forced me to leave my comfort zone and it’s getting easier. I’m accident prone, a terrible dancer, dog lover, coffee drinker who’d rather enjoy a quiet evening at home watching a movie than go out on the town.
I love music, sundresses, children, quilts, the mountains, red lipstick, and owls.
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