Tangled Yarn, Tangled Life

When Life Gets Tangled

Finding God’s beauty in the knots, the mess, and the moments that almost made me start over

There’s something about crocheting that settles my soul. The rhythm of it. The quiet. The way something so simple—just yarn and a hook—can slowly become something beautiful. Stitch by stitch, row by row, I find myself creating blankets full of color, warmth, and purpose. The other day, I was sitting there with my yarn pulled out of a Walmart grocery bag—because yes, that’s my crochet bag—and everything was going just right. I was in that sweet place where creativity flows, where life feels steady, where you can actually see something good being produced in your hands.

And then… it happened.

The yarn started pulling tighter. At first, I ignored it, thinking it would work itself out. But it didn’t. It got tighter and tighter until I finally reached down into the bag and pulled it out—and what I held in my hands was a complete, tangled mess. Not a small inconvenience. Not something I could quickly fix. It was the kind of knot that makes you stop and sigh because you already know… this is going to take a while.

Just a mess.

And if I’m honest, my first instinct was to cut it. Start over. Walk away from the tangled part. Skip the frustration. Choose the easier route. But deep down, I knew… if I cut that yarn, I wouldn’t just remove the mess—I would change the entire piece. That section, that color, that part of the story would be gone forever. And as tempting as it was, I didn't do it.

So instead, I let go of it and handed it to my new friend Lou who took it and began the slow process of untangling it. There was nothing quick about it. It took patience—more than I wanted to give. It took focus. It took gentle hands and a willingness to not pull too hard, she worked through one loop at a time, loosening knots that seemed impossible at first. And little by little, what once looked hopeless began to straighten out. What felt unusable became workable again.

I picked up my hook, and I continued creating this beautiful, colorful afghan that, one day, is going to bring someone comfort and joy.

And that’s when it hit me in a way I won’t forget.

God doesn’t see my life the way I see that tangled mess in the moment. He doesn’t panic. He doesn’t get overwhelmed. And He certainly doesn’t reach for the scissors. Instead, He sits with me in it. Patiently. Lovingly. Carefully working through every knot—every disappointment, every heartbreak, every confusing turn, every moment that didn’t go the way I planned. Even the knots I created myself. Even the ones I wish weren’t there.

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.” — Romans 8:28

All things.

Not just the pretty stitches. Not just the easy rows. But the tangles too.

“Being confident of this very thing, that He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.” — Philippians 1:6

He’s not finished.

Not when it gets messy. Not when it feels tight. Not when it looks like there’s no way forward.

And maybe that’s where the beauty really is—not in a life that’s never tangled, but in a God who knows how to gently, faithfully, patiently work through every single knot.

My life isn’t always neat. It’s not always easy. Some days, it feels like a Walmart bag full of tangled yarn. But in His hands, it’s still becoming something beautiful. Every color still matters. Every section still has purpose. Nothing is wasted.

So if you’re holding a mess right now… if your life feels tangled beyond repair… don’t rush to cut it. Don’t give up on it. Sit with God in it. Let Him take His time. Let Him work through the knots you don’t understand.

Because one day, you’re going to look back and realize—it was never just a mess.

It was part of the masterpiece all along.

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

“For we live by faith, not by sight.” – 2 Corinthians 5:7

I’ve been on a Little House on the Prairie kick lately. Maybe it’s nostalgia for my childhood, or maybe it’s a longing for a simpler time—even if that simplicity was partly Hollywood’s creation.

Each character reflects a little slice of life we can all relate to—Pa’s wisdom, Ma’s steady strength, Laura’s tenacity, Carrie’s innocence, even Mrs. Olsen’s bluntness.

But it’s Mary’s story that really caught me. From glasses opening a new world for her, to illness, blindness, and heartbreak—her life was marked by suffering. And yet, as I read 2 Corinthians 5:7 this morning—“For we live by faith, not by sight”—I couldn’t help but think of her. Honestly, I bet if someone read that scripture to her in the midst of losing her sight, she would’ve been pretty upset with them—and who could blame her??

Mary’s story reminded me that faith isn’t about what we see in front of us—it’s about trusting the One who sees it all. Then i ran across this quote from Søren Kierkegaard: “Faith sees best in the dark.”

Whoa. Let that sink in. Tonja? Is God trying to show you something???

It’s in the dark that faith has to rise up. When the way ahead looks uncertain or can't be seen AT ALL, when prayers seem to go up unanswered, when life feels unfair—faith gives us the vision our eyes can’t provide. Sight shows us obstacles, but faith shows us the God who overcomes them. Sight focuses on the storm, but faith fixes our eyes on Jesus who calms it.

Mary’s story reminds me of my own—and maybe yours, too. Because this verse doesn’t just apply to physical sight. It speaks into loss. The loss of a loved one. The loss of a home. Or in mine and Ward’s situation, the possible loss of a job and career.

For you, the “dark” might look completely different. But whatever it is, you know that feeling when it seems safer to cling to what you can see. Faith, however, asks us to do the opposite—to step out, to trust, to walk forward even when we don’t know where our foot will land.

That’s what makes walking by faith both the scariest thing ever and the most beautiful ever. It means choosing to believe that God is still good, still present, still leading—even when life doesn’t look like we thought it would. It is trusting He will take care of us and His voice will rise above all the whispers in our heads shouting all the “bad things that could happen."

Hey, there isn't one person reading this that has not been in the dark and if you find yourself in a season of uncertainty, remember this: sight may fail you, but faith never will. Because faith isn’t about what we can see—it’s about trusting the One who sees it all.

And in the darkest places? That’s when faith sees best.

So chin up, friends. Trust Him in the dark, because sometimes that’s exactly where the best things begin.

Love ya,

I Am a Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Mess

“I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
—Psalm 139:14

These are words that can feel almost impossible to believe when you’re lying in an ER bed. How could this mess be “fearfully and wonderfully made”? How could anxiety, panic, and all the weakness that comes with it ever be described as “wonderful”?

When the Floor Meets You

It was 8:45 a.m. on August 19, 2025 at a walk-in clinic in Nags Head, North Carolina. I had gone to see a doctor for a cough that was lingering because I didn't want to be sick on vacation and I had a lot coming up in the way of music. The buzzing of machines, the shuffle of hurried feet, voices firing questions I couldn’t answer—all swirled around me as I lay on the floor. I had passed out, and as I slowly came to, I realized I was the center of attention.

Fifteen years ago, I was diagnosed with Anxiety Panic Disorder. For me, panic doesn’t just mean racing thoughts or shallow breaths. It means losing consciousness. It means terrifying seizures that leave everyone around me shaken. It means days and weeks of recovery from the nausea, the physical toll, and the mental aftershocks. It’s never as simple as “fifteen minutes later, I feel better.” These episodes are earthquakes, and the tremors linger.

That morning, as the nurses called EMS and prepared to send me to the ER, nausea flooded me and a thought crept in that I won’t sugarcoat: I don’t want to do this anymore.

Not that I wanted to die. But as I came back to awareness, I thought, If I were already in Heaven, I wouldn’t have to feel this anymore.

The Song That Carries Me

Over the years I’ve learned that when panic tries to swallow me, my only lifeline is shifting my focus to Jesus and away from the nausea and self loathing of this situation. So I did the one thing I knew to do: I started singing quietly in my heart.

“I love You, Lord, for Your mercy never fails me. All my days, I’ve been held in Your hand.”

Over and over again. Breath by breath. And that song carried me through.

It always does.

Living With the Aftershocks

These episodes are humbling, exhausting, and honestly—embarrassing. I wish I didn’t carry this burden. But I do.

So what now?

I keep praying for healing. I thank God for how far He’s already brought me. And I fight, tooth and nail, not to give the enemy one ounce of victory in my thoughts.

Fearfully Made—Even in the Mess

But still, the question lingers: How can this mess be fearfully and wonderfully made?

The Hebrew word for fearfully—yare’—means “filled with awe and reverence.” That means God didn’t create me carelessly. Even with panic disorder, even with weakness, even in my mess—He looked on me with awe and reverence when He formed me.

He doesn’t make mistakes. He doesn’t make junk.

And maybe part of my purpose in this is to show others who are hurting that while I don’t have an easy answer or a magic pill, I do have The Answer. His name is Jesus.

Fifteen years ago, I was in the ER multiple times a year. Today, I can look back and say it’s been almost five years since my last ER trip for panic. Do I still struggle? Yes. Will I carry this always? Only God knows. But I will carry it with Him, and I will praise Him through it.

The enemy will never get glory for my pain. I will declare from every platform God gives me that—even in panic, even in weakness—

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

My Father in Heaven knows that I don’t understand this burden. It is painful. It is humbling. It is heavy. It's debilitating. Yet still—I will always choose to trust Him. If my weakness can shine a light for even one hurting heart and draw them back to His strength, then let it be so. For He alone will carry me and this cross I bear, if it brings glory to His name.

So I will sing through the fear.
I will praise Him in the aftermath.
I will trust Him in the unknown.

Because I am not a mistake.
I am not junk.
I am His—fearfully and wonderfully made.

A mess, yes. But a mess lovingly crafted by the Master, tenderly held by my Father, and mercifully used to point others to Jesus.

Love ya,

Tonja

a "J" Not "Y" Blog

He Must Increase, But I Must Decrease

He Must Increase, But I Must Decrease

Ever wondered what God was thinking when He decided you’d be a part of His creation? I mean, how did He decide who got what gifts, what circumstances, what role in this grand story? I know it’s a bit of a silly frame of mind to get caught up in, but surely He understands the questioning in my heart. After all, He created it, right?

This morning, as I was reading my Bible, I found myself in John 3:22-30. It’s the passage where both John and Jesus are baptizing in different locations: Jesus in the Judean countryside and John in Aenon. John’s disciples, seeing that people are starting to leave him and flock to Jesus, get a little worked up. They approach John, saying, “Rabbi, the one you testified about, and who was with you across the Jordan, is baptizing—and everyone is going to Him!”

John’s response is quick, yet gentle. He says, “No one can receive anything unless it has been given to him from Heaven. You yourselves can testify that I said, ‘I am not the Messiah, but I have been sent ahead of Him.’”

Then John uses a beautiful metaphor: “He who has the bride is the groom. But the groom’s friend, who stands by and listens for him, rejoices greatly at the groom’s voice. So this joy of mine is complete. He must increase, but I must decrease.”
Wow. What a perspective.

God’s “Tonja Checklist”

Now, let’s return to my original train of thought: How did God design me? Sometimes, I imagine God with a checklist in mind when He created me. Picture it:

God’s Checklist for Tonja

Pleasant and forgiving (check)
Takes a lot to get angry (check)
Loves pretty much everyone (check)
Musician with a voice (check)
Love language: words of affirmation (check)
Put her in a space where she must be forgiving, stay pleasant, and navigate failure with grace, all while receiving little to no affirmation (check!)

I’m sure God didn’t have that exact checklist, but in my imagination, it looks something like that. There’s that funny, human tendency to think God must have a sense of humor when He chose our attributes. But when I stop and reflect, it’s clear: He designed me—and all of us—specifically for the journey we’re meant to take with Him.

Worldly Pressure vs. Kingdom Purpose

Here’s where the world gets tricky. Everywhere you look, society tells you: Be more. Do more. Get more. Be the best. Beat the competition. If you’re not ruthless, if you’re not climbing the ladder with anger or jealousy, then you’ll never make it. It seems like success is measured by the size of your platform, the number of your followers, and how loud the world cheers for you.

But when we shift from “world thinking” to “God thinking,” it all changes. What if success isn't about collecting accolades or gaining recognition? What if it’s about pointing others to Christ, using the very gifts God gave us? John the Baptist understood this. He said, “He must increase, but I must decrease.”

We live in a world that tells us to elevate ourselves, but God calls us to elevate Him. Our talents, our roles, our voices—whatever they are—should all point back to the One who gave them to us.

True Success: A Heart for Christ

So, to answer the question I get asked often: “Do I feel successful in music?” Well, success is a tricky thing to define. If by success you mean being on a world tour, selling thousands of albums, or having a massive social media following—then no, I haven’t “made it.”

But if success means pointing people toward Christ, using my music to share His glory, and sharing the spotlight so others can see Him—then yes, I am beyond blessed and truly successful.

It’s not easy, of course. I’m human, and that pull toward worldly validation is strong. There are days when it feels difficult to let go of the spotlight, to surrender that space. But as I grow in my walk with Christ, as I see things through His eyes, there’s a deep peace that settles into my soul. I don’t need to chase worldly definitions of success when I know that in Him, I am already complete.

The Invitation

So, my friend—how about you? What’s your definition of success? Are you allowing Christ to increase in your life while you decrease? Are you using your gifts to point others to Him, or are you holding tightly to your own platform?

Remember: We were created uniquely by God for a specific purpose. It’s not about more, more, more. It’s about less of us and more of Him. That’s where true joy and success lie.

Continue or Cease?

Continue | verb
1. persist in an activity or process
2. recommence or resume after interruption

Cease | verb
1. bring or come to an end

Anyone reading this ever been at that crossroads???

Whether it's a job, a relationship, a career, a ministry or whatever, we've all been there. Which way do I go? What now? Nothing is happening the way I want!! I'll be honest, I was there pretty recently. Things with my music had slowed down, I had little to no bookings, and nothing currently going out to radio. If not for my involvement with the worship team at church and a few facebook “lives” here and there, I was not really doing any music at all. Ward was extremely busy with his new position at work and that kept him pretty tied up most of the time. I tell you that because I need you to know that Ward is my “pusher”, my “encourager”, my “idea man”, my “let's do this” guy and with his new position he just didn't have the free time to be all those things for me, so I slipped into a very complacent place with my music and ministry. This is where the enemy introduced me to these seven words, “are you going to continue or cease?”

Without going in to all the details with the exception of one (because there are SO MANY) just know that God shut the enemies mouth and showed me that ceasing may be in my thoughts but not in His. Let me explain. I had been sitting on a song and video since 2018. I was wishy washy about it, thinking it was too country for christian radio and too christian for country radio. If I'm honest, and I try to be, all those excuses were just that excuses because we didn't have the extra money that it would take to promote it to radio whether christian or country. So there I was. I had a great song, a great video and no means to push it or promote it. I was at home one morning, sitting in my favorite chair and this thought came into my mind. It was a thought, not a voice but I know it was God speaking to me. All I remember is “you have the video, it's a great song that people will relate to, don't worry about promotion, don't worry about views, don't worry about rank, don't worry about what you worry about. What needs to happen will happen but put the video on facebook. Now usually I don't EVER DO ANYTHING without running it by Ward first because he is “my voice of reason" but he was out of town working so…..gulp…I posted it. No “coming soon” or “be on the lookout”. I just plan as day posted it… out of the blue with no rhyme or reason. (that is why Ward is the voice of reason. LOL)

God was right…again. The song struck a chord with folks and took them back to a time when life was simpler. Things worked out so that a few months later we were able to partner with Hey Ya'll Media and promote this little song that God gave me and my cowriters 5 years ago! It's done pretty well at radio and it has quite a few views which I'm pretty proud of but more than anything I'm thankful for God's faithfulness and His little wink that said, “no ceasing.”

So as of 10/31/2024 at 3:53pm I'm here to “recommence or resume after interruption.”

God knows we are lazy, He knows we get tired, He knows we grow weary from the journey but He also knows what we need to get that 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 58th, 387th, 1,389th, 4,593th wind that allows us to endure to the end of His journey for us. We give up, He doesn't.

Stay strong my friends. I pray God reveals what you need to Continue and not Cease.

Love you,

Tonja

Follow Me One Step at a Time. That Is All I Require of You

On Thursday, February 1, 2018 I released the song, "When The Mountain Can't Be Moved". How appropriate that the February 1st, Jesus Calling devotion was this:

Follow Me one step at a time. That is all I require of you. In fact, that is the only way to move through this space/time world. You see huge mountains looming, and you start wondering how you're going to scale those heights. Meanwhile, because you're not looking where you're going, you stumble on the easy path where I am leading you now. As I help you get back on your feet, you tell Me how worried you are about the cliffs up ahead. But you don't know what will happen today, much less tomorrow. Our path may take an abrupt turn, leading you away from those mountains. There may be an easier way up the mountains than is visible from this distance. If I do lead you up the cliffs, I will equip you thoroughly for that strenuous climb. I will even give My angels charge over you, to preserve you in all your ways. Keep your mind on the present journey, enjoying My Presence. Walk by faith, not by sight, trusting Me to open up the way before you.

You see, my husband and I had been face to face with a Mountain on April 1, 2016, the night he had a stroke. At 11:50pm that evening, our whole lives changed. What we had accomplished with our careers....didn't matter. What we had accomplished financially...didn't matter. The music tours, the gospel charts, the music video's, the accolades, the nominations, the promotions, the vacations, all these things no longer mattered. What did matter was my husband, his health and my family. What mattered after that night had nothing to do with music anymore, nothing to do with "me" but everything to do with my husband and this unexpected journey...so I walked away from what I had been chasing for 16 years. You are probably scratching your head thinking, "well, if she walked away from music...why is she still in music?" Good question....I've asked this question several times and the only answer I have is "God". You see....I decided that I was stepping away from music, I decided I had done enough in music, but that was not God's plan. God's plan was to use Ward's stroke in ways that only He could do.

So, what do we do? We follow Him one step at a time. We face mountains and stumble and God helps us up. We worry in fear of what will come, we worry that it's too hard or if there is an easier way but all God requires is for us to follow him...even if it is a strenuous climb, up a very steep unexpected mountain and we rejoice when we are standing on the other side and see in hindsight He was there all along guiding us, protecting us and preparing us for what was to come. God slowed us down, gave us restoration, rest and healing to be ready for this next chapter that we could only take having gone through what we've gone through facing that mountain.

So one year ago today, I released "When The Mountain Can't Be Moved". Not only was it God's plan to bless me with my first Top Ten song in Singing News Magazine (a song that would have never been written without the events of April 1, 2016), the song that had such a great reaction that we had to rush to create an album around it. That album, "Me, Jesus, & the Highway" became the story of hope and healing in the face of adversity of the events of that night and now I share that story with others. That story continues to grow, as I'm now celebrating my second Top Ten Song in Singing News Magazine with "Hide Me Behind The Cross". So as it says in the devotion above... I'm trying to keep my mind on the present journey, enjoying God presence, trying to walk by faith, not by sight and trusting God to open the way before me.

Everytime I Second Guess Why I Am In This Business...I'll Read This!

This is from Ivan Parker's Newsletter. This is in regards to the song "Who I Am Ain't Who I Was" that Mark Narmore, Rob Harris and Myself wrote. Ivan recorded it on his "Joyride" cd and released it as his first single off of this album.

I literaly pulled off of the road to finish reading this! So, everytime I second guess why I'm in this business and why I continue to believe that God will use me and my music to make a difference...I'll pull this out and read it!

From Ivan's Newsletter:

"I had a sweet lady that recently came to a concert and wanted to share with me her experience concerning one of the new songs "Who I Am Ain't Who I Was". She was in her mid thirties and had brought her young daughter to my concert mainly to hear this song. Her testimony was one that took her several years back as a teenager hanging out with the wrong crowd. She began to join in with the crowd and started to drink at a around 14 years old and found herself hanging out and doing things that she knew went against her parent's teachings. Somewhere around 18 years old she came to accept the fact that she was an alcoholic. For the next several years she lived with a lot of guilt but just kept going with her lifestyle, and at 26 years old she woke up to realize that drug addiction had also taken over her life. In the years ahead she continued to crawl closer to the edge where a decision had to made. Here is the good part! Eighteen months before our conversation took place this edge brought her face to face with a God that her parents had prayed to her whole life. She reached out to HIM for the first time and found out God's forgiveness has no boundaries! He not only saved her but delivered her from these addictions that held her captive and was destroying her life. Then another tough part of her testimony unfolded as the guilt from her past began to set in. The load that haunted her now was that she could not forgive herself. She lived everyday thinking of all the ones in her life she had disappointed and broke their hearts over and over. Then one afternoon driving down the interstate the radio came on without touching it and guess what was playing? "Who I Am Ain't Who I Was" was just starting and it caught her attention and as she listened to those words that would become hers. The spirit of release came over her and as she cried out and pulled over on the side of the interstate God began to bath her with confidence and healing that put her past where it belonged. See God still heals even today no matter what the situation so parents do not give up on that child or spouse or even a mom or dad that you have been praying for. Do not let satan steal your relationship or the joy that WILL come. Remember always to pray and give your all to God but also remember someone has your back and is praying for you!"

Wisdom From a Blank Piece of Paper

"The thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy"... John 10:10

I did not want to go to church yesterday...I mean I did...but I didn't. But...I put on my big girl pants and went to church (not sure I was in the right frame of mind going in there...but I was straightened out by the time I left)

Ok... We have all heard " the Lord works in mysterious ways" right? Right!

So in church this morning they had Prayer Stations setup and one particular station had these white pieces of paper and what you would do is paint on that white paper with watercolors or markers. A white word would appear from underneath the color with a word that maybe you needed, or described you, or gave you a little wink from God to say... I'm here, you're on the right path, don't give up, believe in what you are doing because I believe in what you are doing.

Wanna know my word? HaHa...did you think I would give it up that easy? No way!

This past week has been really tough for me. People's actions were called into question, people I care about who use to be close were ripped apart and relationships ruined. People's morals and heart were doubted and it's safe to say things will never be the same.

In this past week several people intruded upon and had things stolen from them and didn't even realize it. That's what a thief does... He steals from us and in the commotion of trying to figure the who, what, when, how and why we don't realize what we have truly lost.
In this situation faced this past week, this if what the thief stole. Trust in one another, Belief in unrewarded kindness, Faith that our journey is worth the journey, Love in each other, Trust and caring for those hurting around us. He replaced it with Reluctance, Disappointment, Anger and the ability to Hate another one of his children.

But what I realized Sunday morning, in that little white piece of paper was this. God was saying there is still this word. This word helps us believe that all these hurts and disappointments can be healed. This word lets you remember that there is forgiveness. This word...4 little letters...letting us know, letting ME know that when you are doing good, the thief wants to rob that from you. So you have to have this word to wake up everyday, push forward, find the stuff that thief stole from you, get it back and start over.

My white piece of paper was one of maybe 100. I pulled it from the middle of the stack because...I was a doubting Thomas that morning.

This was my word...

I will close with this. Our preacher said these words and they hit me right between the eyes! Drop your agenda's, quit trying to be right and let God love and forgive you!

It's soo PURPLE!!!!!!!!!!

Today my entry is not about radio spins or radio stations adding my song. It's not about cd sales and where I'll be 6 months from now. It's not about how big a stage I can sing on or what I might say someday if I were lucky enough to receive an award. It's not about what I should wear today or what shoes go with what outfit or how I'm going to fix my hair.

Today is about a little girl who is struggling. Today is about a little girl who is smiling and is going to smile until her last breath is gone. Today is about a mother and father who are looking their worst fear in the eyes... watching their "baby girl" in a fight for her life.

For me...today is about perspective...what and who is important in your life. For me...today is about looking past myself and seeing what I can do for those around me. For me...today is another chance to make a difference in someone's life. For me...today is another chance to be Salt and Light.

I've only known Savannah for 6 months and she had me at "HI". An amazing child from God who has been placed in this walk, I believe, to effect the lives of those around her. And boy has she done that!!! She's amazing...even on her worst days...she tries to smile. Is it fair that this beautiful child is fighting Cancer for her life...NO. Is it fair that while all the other kids her age are going to see Justin Beiber at the theater, she is stuck in a bed with unimaginable pain? NO
Is it fair that she does not know what her tomorrows may bring as she approaches her 11th birthday on February 23rd? NO

None of it seems fair...BUT, let me tell you what this hand picked angel from God has accomplished in her 10yrs.
She's Laughed and made others laugh.
She's cried and made others cry.
She's acted silly and made others act silly too.
She's been a wonderful daughter, an amazing big sister, an unforgettable niece, a precious step-daughter... and someone who has brought together thousands of people through her story, with her smile and with her heart...and to me an inspiration whom I'll will never forget.
I'm not blogging this to make everyone feel bad...not at all. I just want to make people to be more aware and consider what's really important and what's really not.

6 months from now I won't remember what I wore or how I did my hair or what shoes I picked out to wear on this day...but I will remember Savannah's Smile and how she befriended a stranger who was coming to her house to "cheer her up" and "encourage" her in her walk...and how that stranger...me, who wanted to be a blessing in a little girls life, walked away that evening completely blessed by her.

I love you Savannah.
It's so PURPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/savannahswandal

All Aboard! Toot Toot

Hello Everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Welcome to my BLOG!!!!!!!! Guess What! I have NO IDEA as to what I'm doing!! LOL

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my music career. Tomorrow... it all begins. Tomorrow Tomorrow I love ya Tomorrow... you're only a day away!!!!
I remember singing this in some competition in my "younger years".

Get those phones ready everyone...... IT'S TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Get your radio station on speed dial and wait for the secret code from me! :0) LOL
It will be as follows: GO! (lol)

Love ya all so much and thank you SOOOO MUCH for supporting me and my music.
God never wastes a hurt and everything happens for a reason.

t