I’ve always LOVED music. ALL genres. (Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve never really been a fan of Heavy Metal. Or Rap. Or Opera. Okay, moving on.) The POINT is, from a very young age, I've felt the power of music. When I wasn’t jamming to my sweet collection of mix tapes, I was belting along to Amy Grant's "Breath of Heaven," Nichole Nordeman's "I Am," Kenneth Cope's "His Hands," and Hilary Week's "He Hears Me." (I've always been a sucker for a good Christian ballad.) I LOVE songs that tug on the heartstrings, make you FEEL something, and inspire you to be better.

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I wrote my first song, when I was 16 years old, for a church Laurel’s project. It was gloriously cheesy BUT surprisingly good! I performed it, a cappella, at an EFY talent show audition (still can't believe I did that, I was painfully shy) . . . which led to the EFY director asking me to perform it at their morning devotional (what?) . . . which led to a literal "message in a bottle" from a member of the dreamy boy-band, Colors (who had been performing at the event; seriously, you can't make this stuff up) . . . which led to, well, absolutely nothing. EXCEPT, a much needed confidence boost in a new-found talent . . . songwriting!

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In college, I marched into BYU thinking I was going to major in music. (I hoped to keep this whole singer-songwriter thing going.) My first day on campus, I attended the required assembly for "aspiring music majors," where I quickly realized all the other students in attendance played at LEAST three instruments and had been taking vocal lessons since they were FIVE! (Uh, I hadn't taken ANY vocal lessons. And I didn't play a SINGLE instrument. Unless you counted the two year fling I had with the violin in elementary school. Did that count? No?) Talk about intimidating. I trudged out of that assembly feeling utterly foolish and heavily defeated. I couldn't kick the persistent voice inside my head that was screaming I wasn't talented enough, wasn't experienced enough, and had NO BUSINESS making music. With a heavy heart, I took all of those foolish music dreams, placed them high-up on a shelf, and walked away.  

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Fast forward 10 years. (Now a young mom, in the thick of mom-ing.) I had been spending a lot of time on my knees, asking God to help me understand who I was, and what I was sent here to do. And the amazing thing is? He ACTUALLY answered me. The answer didn't come all at once, but little by little, piece by piece, God began to show me who I was. He began to show me the talents and gifts He had blessed me with, and how I could use them to lift and serve others. He nudged me, over and over again, to pull those dusty old music dreams down from the shelf, and get to work. He was showing me, that I was a songwriter. It was thrilling AND terrifying. I still had no vocal training, still played no instrument, still fought that deafening voice inside my head that insisted I wasn't talented enough, wasn't experienced enough, and had no business making music. But this time, I tried my best to quiet my fears and give faith a little room to breathe. As I took steps to grow in my craft and exercise faith, I began to realize, WITH HIM, I could do it. In 2010, my song “One More Mile” took first place in Jenny Phillips’ songwriting competition! This blessed me with opportunities to rub shoulders with, and learn from, some of the most successful professionals in the LDS Music Industry.

 

I'm humbled by the invitations I've had to share my music and testimony, in various settings, with wards and stakes throughout Utah. And I'm SO THRILLED to have this website to share some of that music with YOU! I hope these songs will invite the spirit into your home, bring peace into your life, fill you with hope, and remind you who you are. Most importantly, I hope they will help you feel the love your Father in Heaven has for you.

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I know God has a work for you to do. I know He loves you and is intimately aware of you. I know if you ask Him, He will show you who you are and what He has sent you here to do. You've been blessed with a unique combination of talents and gifts. I truly believe the GREATEST JOY comes from understanding who we are, recognizing the talents and gifts our Heavenly Father has entrusted to us, and using those gifts to bring others closer to Christ.

 

When not crafting songs, you’ll find me gasping for breath as I trudge after my husband up a mountain side, rocking-out in the car as I chauffeur my kids to their endless activities, binging Cheez-its as I sort through piles of laundry, or busting a move on the dance floor whenever MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" hits the speaker.