"I started writing the songs for Ransomed almost immediately after my father’s cancer diagnosis in December of 2006. It was such a volatile time for me. Emotionally, I was all over the map. One minute I’d be feeling strong and full of faith…believing God for the miraculous…the next minute I’d be curled up under the covers crying, begging God to wake me from this nightmare. And yet no matter how I felt, Sunday would always come. And I was the worship leader, so I didn’t have the luxury of avoiding God for any extended period of time…not dealing with my feelings. Every week I had a decision to make. Would I choose to tell the Lord how good He was? Would I bless the name of Jesus in the midst of my heartache? Would I make the decision to WORSHIP? I cannot begin to find the words to explain the growth that took place in my heart during that extremely tumultuous time. God took me to a place of depth and maturity in my own personal worship that I’ve never experienced before. With my own eyes, I watched Him take a situation that looked bleak and hopeless, and turn that very thing into a vessel of hope!
I often think about the woman who came to Jesus with an alabaster jar of expensive perfume, which she poured out on his head, wiping his feet with her tears. As long as that jar remained sealed, the scent could not escape. But when it was broken, the fragrance of the perfume filled the room, and one of the most beautiful acts of worship ever recorded took place, between a sinful woman and her Savior. I believe now more than ever, that the deepest and most beautiful form of worship happens when we come to that place of brokenness before the Lord, and allow the fragrance of our surrender to escape through the fractures in our shell.
In Mark 14:8, Jesus says of that woman, 'She did what she could.'
Oh what I would give for Jesus to say the same of me."