Barefoot In A Holler was birthed in the Eastern Kentucky mountains over a cup of coffee while I was sitting barefoot on my porch. As I was talking to Jesus and contemplating how I had been stripped bare of my life and having to begin a new life away from every comfort and everything I’ve ever known. Every comfort and everything that made my life what it was…was a closed chapter. Stripped bare like my bare feet. I immediately realized when you are barring your soul for Jesus, you are bare, you are stripped. Every part of you is known, counted for and there is nothing Jesus doesn’t know because you are bare.
Collective Circle Gathering 