I’m as real as they come.

What you see is what you get with me. I love Jesus, and I love to worship. I’ve learned that the most meaningful moments with Him don’t always happen in a church pew or on a stage. They happen right out on the front porch, where life slows down and the ordinary turns holy—just me and Him, in the quiet, where hearts get honest and healing shows up.

I sing gospel music—that’s who I am. But the way it comes out? Well, it’s got a country sound to it. I didn’t plan it that way—it’s just how God wired me. If I could label it, I’d call it Southern Country. I’m not perfect. I’m not polished. But this voice is what He gave me, and when I use it for Him, He does the rest. Somehow, it lands where it needs to, and hearts get touched. That’s what matters to me.