The roots of my faith can be traced on my father’s side to Saint Bridget 985 AD, a relative on the Johnson family tree. My great grandfather Johnson did not want to travel to church so he gave land to build a Lutheran Church on his farm in Kansas. On my Mom’s side in 1896 my great grandfather Hill bought a family bible. At age 9 my grandmother’s parents tragically died and she took the 16 pound bible with her to a Kansas orphanage. My mother passed it down to me.

 Our family was not involved in church after moving to California in the 50’s. During the 60’s “Jesus movement” I briefly attended church services at a castle. We sang popular rock and folk tunes of the era. But, I didn't understand who these Christians were. I was in my thirties when after a car accident and a break up with a fiancé I “bargained with God”. I told him that if he would just find me a down to earth guy that looked like Tom Selleck then I was “in”. It would also seal the deal if this guy was a musician and liked the entertainment industry. A month later my husband appeared. He was a handsome drummer (Lord help me!) and a creator and producer of a hit show on TV. We shared the same mid-western roots and on our first date he took me to church. Over the years, investigating my faith has been fascinating and opens up for me a broader understanding of this mysterious world. It brings poetry to my days and enhances my creativity.

It’s a relief, the humility in understanding that what your mind tells you is not always the truth. I lead with my heart. and then let the heart and mind sort it out together. In hard times, when I can find no answer for tragedy, when no purpose is evident, then I can blame God or let him comfort me. My heart can become bitter or become better. And so when asked, I sing and produce special programming for churches and gospel artists. Gospel music has always been well, inspirational. Here are some samples.