You'd imagine that most songwriters start writing with the first line or the chorus. "Cycles," however, didn't start the way you'd expect. I have suffered from acid reflux (like almost half of America). Some of it is diet, some is stress. But it occured to me in the shower that the food I thought I had fully digested "was coming back up again...must be something I ate..." My battle with acid has been a troubled one; affecting my singing, affecting my skin, affecting my sleep. Most solutions

I have a slightly different life. I have had to live most of my twenties with other people in mind, with God's reputation in mind, amidst the opinions, advice, prayers, love, hate, support, and attention that comes along with public ministry--successful public ministry. I've learned some things earlier than normal and have learned other things later than normal. But now 29, all I know is, I've learned a lot. So here's a bit: Don't react so quickly to every frustrating moment. People generally

Uh oh. Sounds pretty bad, huh? Well I want you to listen. The quality, integrity and potency of gospel music is not affected by the top pop artist or the state of hip hop. It is entirely based on the people that make up the gospel music industry itself. We aren't tainted by things external, only by things internal--not by what comes in, but what is put back out (Matthew 15). There are 6 billion reasons to be a gospel artist and I am certainly not complaining about this amazing life and career

Assuming nothing has changed, I was taught that every color could be made from red, blue and yellow, the primary colors. Yep, just Googled it. Every color that exists on earth, everything we create, paint, and build can be derived from those three colors. There are certainly pictures of me growing up wearing a horribly red and yellow tee shirt or a flat out blue hat, but by the time we reach adulthood we tend to have had our simple colors replaced by deep maroons, navy blues, and neutral colors.

Months ago [actually exactly a year ago], I wrote an apparently provocative article called “The Curse of Options.” It was not a post of excuses but reasons for the indecisiveness of some men (and some women, too) when it comes to committing to one person. I discussed how for some folks, having several “options” paralyzes them in singleness as they fear choosing one will mean missing out on something else—and something better. Up until that article, most things written about men and their

Many of you already know that this whole career, this life, this path has been an overwhelming surprise to me. I certainly didn’t push for a record contract and an international platform, mostly because I never really imagined it—especially in Christian music. It all started with some makeshift EP with inkjet printer labels, but show after show, people kept smiling, enjoying, embracing, crying, changing, and thanking God for His song I sang. I didn’t think I knew enough, practiced enough or had