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Turn on a porch light for $9 a month. Your name goes on the wall, and everything I make stays free for the families who need it.
A porch light for $9 a month. Your name on the wall; everything I make stays free.
A boy in a hoodie, the people who show up for him, a family at dusk, a campfire — from the Home to You video
ARTIST · STORYTELLER ·
FOSTER CARE ADVOCATE
FOSTER CARE ADVOCATE
Somebody left the light on for you.
Right now, seven porch lights are on.See the wall ↓
THE PORCH LIGHT
Keep the porch light on for a kid who’s never had one.
Tonight there are 328,947 kids in foster care in this country. A porch light is the smallest promise there is: someone is expecting you. This is where we turn more of them on.
Tonight there are 328,947 kids in foster care. A porch light is the smallest promise there is: someone is expecting you.
MY STORY
A guy from Iowa who makes music, loves Jesus, and refuses to stand by while children go unseen.
Music started for me at 15, in a bedroom, and a fire lit that year that has never gone out. People wonder if I grew up in foster care. I didn’t. I grew up in a good Christian home with two loving parents, anxious to live up to the positive labels: the good kid, the perfect child, the quiet one. Then I went to work as a youth counselor at a residential treatment facility and met kids carrying the opposite labels. It turns out both kinds can crush you.
A 12-year-old at a treatment center told me that care and love are two different things, and that he wasn’t sure he was loved. That moment broke me. A nine-year-old in black and red Nike gave me the tug that made me a foster parent in my mid-twenties, single, not ready. And on September 14, 2026, a judge made my foster son my son. The song came true.
Somewhere in there the calling got bigger than one kid: a song, a film, a book, a community, and a mission to make sure the next kid finds a light on.
I wasn’t in foster care. I grew up in a good Christian home, anxious to live up to the positive labels. Then I went to work at a residential treatment facility and met kids carrying the opposite kind. A 12-year-old who wasn’t sure he was loved broke my heart open; a nine-year-old in black and red Nike made me a foster dad in my mid-twenties, single, not ready.
On September 14, 2026, a judge made my foster son my son. The song came true, and the calling got bigger than one kid.
HOW TO HELP
People keep asking how to help. Two doors.
Get involved
Fostering, mentoring, foster closets, aging-out programs, volunteering. Real organizations near you, searchable by zip code.
Real ways to help near you, by zip code: fostering, mentoring, foster closets, volunteering.
The song that started all of this.
Written from the perspective of a kid in foster care: the duffel bag, the caseworker’s back seat, the house you’ve never seen until tonight. Agencies use it to recruit foster parents. It’s free to them, forever.
Written from the seat of a kid in foster care. Agencies use it to recruit foster parents, free, forever.
THE COMMUNITY
This is a home, not an audience.
“We greet people by name. First-timers get welcomed home. Nobody stands in the doorway alone.”
Foster parents, adoptive families and people who want to help, sharing resources, finding friends and getting their questions answered. Two Zooms a month. One place to keep up with the work.
Foster parents, adoptive families and people who want to help, sharing resources, finding friends and getting questions answered. Two Zooms a month.
Don’t give me money you shouldn’t be giving. If a light costs you groceries, keep the groceries. I mean that.
Every dollar funds the music, the videos, the streams and this community. It never funds my ability to foster.