God, please now my future see, make it clear where I should be. Open windows, close the doors, not my will, my God, but Yours.

Christmas is a time to mark our progress through this earthly journey. Because of Christmas, this we know: Christ was born for us. He is love, and the plans he has for us always surpass our own.

I write about true-life type things.

Reader loyalty will stay because I'm not changing.

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.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.

Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.