Not long after my record label shut its doors, I traveled to Ethiopia with Wess. Over breakfast one morning I told him I thought I was done with music. He suggested otherwise. He suggested I keep singing, keep traveling, keep speaking for Compassion’s children. Wess saw ability in me when I didn’t, saw a future…
Growing Up
I wasn’t bothered by turning thirty-eight until my mom gave me her “present”, a book on how to die well. “It’s probably Billy Graham’s last book,” she said trying to convince me I wasn’t receiving it because I’m now closer to the end of my life than its beginning.
So I got a little introspective. And… 
Ugly Manna
“The B says buh,” the four-year old sings. And I’m in total agreement. It certainly does.
“The B says buh,” he continues and I sing along until… “Ugly manna makes a sound. The B says buh.”
I’m sure Ann and Emily could turn such a moment into something rather profound. About the gifts of God, rained down… 



