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I Always Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer.

I'm Receiving 300 To 500 Letters Every Week From People Telling Me That God Used My Stories To Save Their Marriage Or To Introduce Them To Christ Or To Heal A Relationship That Had Been Broken.

Christmas Is ... A Time To Mark Our Progress Through This Earthly Journey. Every December We Can Look Back And Marvel At The Designs Of God And Realize How Very Little We Are In Control Of The Events That Shaped The Past Year. Then, With Hearts Full, Look To The Celebration Of That Silent, Holy Night, And All Its Certainty. Because Of Christmas, This We Know: Christ Was Born For Us. He Is Love, And The Plans He Has For Us Always Surpass Those Of Our Own.

It's Not How We Fall That Defines Us As Christians. It's How We Get Up Again.

I Write About The Trials And Triumphs Of Contemporary Life - And Often The Readers See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.