About Amy

A Bit of My Story...

Hi, I’m Amy Denson, a Christian author and songwriter. I write and sing about the places where faith meets real life — where beauty can be found in brokenness, and where God’s love remains steady, even when things appear hopeless. 🌿

Family — The Sweetest Joy; The Hardest Classroom

My husband and I met in Christian school as teenagers, and all these years later, we’re still walking side by side — now with six grown kids and a lively crew of grandkids who keep us laughing and crying in all the best ways.

My family of origin... well, that’s a different story. It’s been a source of sadness and confusion for many years — a chance for me to vent, cry, bang my head against a few walls, and then go back to resting in what I can’t control. Some things just stay in God’s hands, whether we like it or not.

And I hold my husband, kids, grandkids, and sweet friends a little closer, and thank God for them every single day.

They’re living proof that beauty can grow from hard places. 🌿

Sojourn and Spiritual Wounding

For two decades, my family was part of a community that began with such beauty and promise — a picture of shared faith and belonging. But over time, control and shame slowly replaced grace, leaving deep spiritual wounds in our family and in many others.

God has been kind to lead me on a long journey of healing from that experience. I still wrestle with regrets, questions, and, at times, the lingering effects of trauma. But I’ve also found deep peace — and the gentle, steady comfort of the Holy Spirit.

Though I will always love and miss my former church family, God has nestled us into the hearts of some amazing, Jesus-loving saints whose kindness continues to heal and delight us.

The ways of God with His children are unfathomable. Our loving Father will go to great lengths to sanctify us — to humble us, to bring us to the place of beautiful brokenness and blessed emptiness — it is in those very places that we come to know Him deeply.

This is a lifelong process. And I’m here for it. I’d be honored to walk alongside you as you journey with Him through all that He allows and redeems in your life. 🌿

I wrote my first melody at the breakfast table when I was seven, staring at my mother’s Serenity Prayer plaque. I didn’t think of myself as creative then, and it never crossed my mind that I could write songs—until I was grown, married, and wrangling two toddlers.

When I was twenty-five, Brent (aka My Wonderful, The Man Upstairs, and G-Daddy) and I joined the community I mentioned earlier. There, we discovered a rare and beautiful practice called the open-participatory church gathering — where anyone could share, much like a big family get-together.

Not long after, I found an old guitar in the attic of our rental house, and my best friend Mary taught me a few chords. After a childhood spent chained by the ankle to one of our three pianos, imprisoned by my piano-teacher mother every afternoon, the freedom of playing guitar was thrilling, and the songs started coming. Some of my musical friends and I wrote scads of worship songs that became staples in our church gatherings.

But after the “grenades” — and our painful separation from that precious community, the only friends our children had ever known — I continued writing songs. There were times I wasn’t feeling very worshippy. Sometimes I just need to write the truth about what I'm going through. Those songs help me speak my truth and cry out to my Father to help make sense of things. And even if some things never make sense, He comes close and comforts me.

I call those my healing songs.

If there’s one thing I can do for hours without even realizing how much time has passed (well, besides writing), it’s singing, recording, and writing songs. And I’m so excited to share some of my songs with you- the sacred, the healing, and just plain fun songs too. 🌿

Sangin', Playin', and Writin'

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