It Me

A Release Day Reflection for "On the Move" and "Where the Yellow Leads"

Today I’ve released two songs (which you can stream using any of the links here). They feel connected—both musically and personally, like two chapters of the very same season.

The past few years, I haven’t always known where I was going, but I kept moving. Kept working. Kept showing up. Internally, though, there’s been a quieter journey unfolding—one marked more by listening than by certainty. These songs were born there.

1) On the Move

This one came out of winter.

You know that kind of season—when the light feels thin and you forget what green looks like. When everything slows. When you’re waiting for something to shift but you can’t force it.

It’s about learning to trust that movement is happening even when you can’t see it.

It’s about God meeting you in the shadows instead of trying to escape them.

It’s about believing spring is on its way before there are any visible signs of thaw.

The chorus is simple:

“Meet me where the shadows stay,

Whisper spring is on its way.”

Sometimes faith isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just a whisper that refuses to die.

And sometimes the most honest prayer is: “I know You’re on the move, even when I can't see it.”

2) Where the Yellow Leads

If On The Move is winter waiting, this one is the first hint of color.

It’s about following the quiet pull in your chest when there’s no master map and no sure decree.

It’s about trusting direction without having all the details.

It’s about choosing movement over paralysis—not because everything makes sense, but because something inside you says: go.

“No master map, no sure decree

Just the hum of the wind and the pull in me…”

The “yellow” in the song isn’t a destination.

It’s a leading.

A warmth.

A resonance you learn to follow.

And sometimes the most faithful thing you can do is go where that yellow leads.

Why These Songs Matter to Me

These are probably the most honest songs I’ve released, not because they have all the answers—but because they don’t.

They hold tension.

They hold longing.

They hold hope that doesn’t rush the process.

If I’m honest, I hope they connect. I hope they encourage. I hope they serve someone walking through their own winter or standing at their own unmarked crossroads.

But more than that, they feel true. (Can I say that?)

They feel like me.

And that’s what makes it such a vulnerable thing to release into the world.

So—

if you’ve been in a season of waiting…

if you’ve felt the ache of not knowing what’s next…

if you’ve been listening for the faintest whisper of spring…

if you’ve sensed that quiet pull with no clear map…

These songs are for you, too.

Because maybe we’re all still learning, in our own way, that even when nothing feels right:

God is on the move.

And sometimes,

the bravest thing you can do

is go where the yellow leads.

On the Move 

Verse 1

The light gets thin around this time

And I forget what green looks like

The world slows down, my heart does too

Just waiting here for something new

Chorus

Meet me where the shadows stay

Whisper spring is on its way

Verse 2

Some days it’s hard to find my song

The notes are tired, the lines are long

But You don’t mind a trembling tune

So hum along till I find You

Chorus

Meet me where the shadows stay

Whisper spring is on its way

Bridge

Cause You are on the move

I know You’re on the move

My King is on the move

Verse (ending)

The thaw begins, the rivers sing

The earth remembers everything

* * *

Where The Yellow Leads

Verse 1

Buzzin’ bumblebees like an old tambourine

Cicadas singin’ out hallelujahs over me

The sun hangs low like it’s tired of the fight 

The wind’s got secrets it’s done tryna hide

But I… go where the yellow leads

Verse 2

I met a wand’ring man readin’ signs in the stars

Said, “a faith ain’t faith ‘til it breaks your aching heart”

‘Cause time won’t bless what the soul won’t plead

So I hold my breath and I throw my seed

As I… go where the yellow leads

I go where the yellow leads

It’s got this grip on me

I go where the yellow leads

Verse 3

The gravel on the road knows jack, but I don’t mind

It just keeps rollin’ on and on and on beneath the moon-kissed sky

No master map, no sure decree

Just the hum of the wind and the pull in me

‘Cause I… go where the yellow leads