My Parents Used To Say Faith Wasn't

I Developed A Deep Sadness For Celebrities, A Pity That They Often Are Caught In A Plastic World That Runs Too Hard And Too Fast, And That Many Times That World Means Destroyed Relationships With Everyone They Know And Love.

You Can't Base Your Decisions On Anyone's Opinion But Yours And God's.

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.

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

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.