Secular writers can tell a story about the physical, the emotional, and the intellectual parts of a character. But no matter how well they tell the story, they miss a facet that is innately part of all of us - the spiritual.
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 write about the trials and triumphs of contemporary life - and often the readers see themselves between the lines of the story.
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.
Real love never fails.
Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.
