How Gary LeVox Learned to Live on Faith

Rascal Flatts' singer Gary LeVox relied on the power of hope to achieve success as a musician. But another job inspired him first.

By Gary LeVox, Nashville, Tennessee

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A faint glow appeared on the dark horizon.

Nashville was close, I could feel it. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms.

I’d made this six-hour drive down I-71 from Columbus, Ohio, so many weekends to sing at karaoke bars with my cousin Jay, who lived in a tiny one-bedroom not far from Music Row.

But this time was different. I was moving to Nashville for good. Every time my truck hit a bump, I heard everything I owned rattle in the back, reminding me of what a huge leap I’d made. The biggest of my life.

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I was 27, and knew success in Music City was a long shot. I left behind a job I’d had for 10 years, a job I loved, training the developmentally disabled to work and live independently. Now, nearing that distant glow, I thought about the clients I’d left.

My eyes still felt wet from the tears I’d shared with Ruth, whom I’d worked with for seven years. She’ll be okay. But will she ever understand how much she meant to me?

Music was big in my family. My grandfather taught me to sing my first song when I was seven, “Old Rugged Cross.” I recorded it on a little tape recorder, my high, quiet voice struggling to be heard over my grandfather’s guitar.

I got my first electric guitar for Christmas that year, and learned to play by watching my dad and my grandfather.

The first time I sang in public I was nine, in the Christmas pageant at church. Over the years, my little voice got big. I never took lessons; it was a gift from God. One that I wanted more and more to use.

By high school I knew I wanted to be a singer. Guitar strings and tapes weren’t free, though. Mom suggested I take a summer job where she worked, at the Ohio Department of Mental Retardation. My mom, grandmother and Jay’s mom had all worked there for decades.

“Follow me around, see how you like it,” Mom said.

That first day I watched Mom guide a man down a hallway, pushing a vacuum. She was training him for a janitorial job, but he kept missing spots. They repeated the hallway over and over. He’ll never get this right, I thought. How does Mom do it? But they kept at it.

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Finally, at the end of the day, he cleaned the entire floor by himself. He was beaming. He hugged me, hugged Mom. I couldn’t help but smile, his joy was contagious.

I wasn’t finding much to smile about in music. After a stint in college, I played clubs around Columbus, but couldn’t make a living. I was frustrated.

In the meantime, I got a job doing what I’d watched Mom do so well. I trained seven to eight people a day, breaking down, step by step, each part of having a job: punching a time card, packing a lunch, basic conversation.

One of my clients got so nervous in front of people he couldn’t fill up a bottle of cleaning fluid without spilling it. But every day he tried harder. He didn’t let the small stuff get him down.

I didn’t stop dreaming about a music career, but I could see why Mom liked this job. The people are inspiring.

One day I was at the training center when a group of clients came back from the Special Olympics. I was about to turn back to what I was doing. But then I saw my client–the one who’d made all those spills.

That can’t be… He was proudly displaying a medal he’d won racing in front of a stadium full of strangers.

Wow. He’d put aside his fears. Just because he had challenges didn’t mean he would give up. That took a kind of faith I’d never seen before. He took a risk each day, hopeful he’d succeed. I was happy my client had done it. I longed to draw on that kind of courage myself.

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Changed spoke to me as much as "God Bless the Broken Road". God Bless you Gary! God will use you to bring glory to His name! I loved reading your testimony! God uses us in so many ways! Your story gave me so much to think about. Like how I need to step out more in faith and allow God to use me. I am hoping to get to your concert in Des Moines! Keep stepping out in faith and write and sing more songs the above mentioned songs! Blerssings!!

Changed has only just reached us in Australia, but it is amazing and fits so well with group of women being saved from drug addiction and prostitution.
The video brings tears to the eyes as does Jay's story. God can really use all you are doing.

I loved the article it inspired me a lot. I love the song "Changed" and the way you use God in the song. I also, love all you songs. In fact, I know a lot of them by heart.

i always wanted to be a singer and i wished every night that you would make my dream come true and that i would meet you i am 13 years old and i am a angle at singing and i went through a lot with my family and for many of years for christmas all i wished is to meet you and you would sing me a song and i would become famous to live the dream and halp my family i live in the town of windham. so if you are reading this [which i hope you are] could you please give me my one and only wish thank you.you are my idle forever more.

love,
Samantha joan