Jan Blaising grew up skipping rocks in Indiana – a preacher’s daughter with a rebel’s heart. Her first songs were red Crayola scratch marks on her blue notebook of staff paper so Jan could remember her songs. Though Jan has
“Cradled by the Moon” – “When the hardest part is only just beginning … I know I’m cradled by the light of the moon” – words that ring true for me during life’s challenging times. In my darkest hours, I
