It's Never Too Late With Truth. It

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.

You Need To Get Down Among The People Who Are The Dirtiest And Dustiest, And The Depravity, And You Need To See Christ's Light Shining There.

I Tell Of Hearts And Souls And Dances... Butterflies And Second Chances; Desperate Ones And Dreamers Bound, Seeking Life From Barren Ground, Who Suffer On In Earthly Fate The Bitter Pain Of Agony Hate, Might But They Stop And Here Forgive Would Break The Bonds To Breathe And Live And Find That God In Goodness Brings A Chance For Change, The Hope Of Wings To Rest In Him, And Self To Die And So Become A Butterfly.

You Need To Have Time To Really Hear God.

This Last Year... I Learned Something About Family. Like It's Not About Blood Alone. It's Being Connected... It's Growing Up Together And Loving Each Other. It's Believing In The Same God And Knowing You'd Do Anything For The Person Across From You At Dinner.