The truth was this: Love is a decision.

I write about the trials and triumphs of contemporary life - and often the readers see themselves between the lines of the story.

You're gifted to do something.

I write about true-life type things.

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.

It's not how we fall that defines us as Christians. It's how we get up again.

You need to have time to really hear God.