We have a son, 29. He's been in drugs and alcohol for 12 years. He just walked away from sober living. So [I] get hurt. And how do I get through this? Well, your radio station, when I found it, I turned it on. I just kept listening to this Christian station. Didn't know nothing about it. And of course [those] little girls right there and we're dancing, and it just gives us so much peace. Like, I'm more relaxed, more at peace. Even though I'm in the middle of a messy storm for The Who knows 25th time. And then this was last year I--when we made a house move, I've had it on every morning. So when I turn that on. I will pick out a song that morning and I'll just sit and listen and just don't move and I just close my eyes and I just turn that song into a prayer. How they pray it back to God right away and something happens. That song that really helps me and I'm crying because--because how much it means to me through my day. It really does inspire me to finish my day, and sometimes it's a long day, but there's something about radio, right? There's something about atmosphere in the home. It just changes things.

Father we thank you for your goodness and your grace in our lives. We thank you for your love and as school approaches I think of my grandkids going to school. I bring each one before your throne of grace. I pray that you would be honoured in their hearts and in their minds as they do school work, as they do extra curricular activities. I also pray that you would help them to each find a close friend that has similar values. And help them to be children of integrity. I pray this all in your name, amen.

I was born into a hard home. My mother drank and left husbands for the next boyfriend she met in a bar. We moved constantly. These new men would beat her, and she kept chasing the next one who might love her—all while dragging me along as a young girl. When I was four, a neighbour invited us to an Easter Sunday service. That day at church, I was given a chocolate Easter egg and a colouring picture of Jesus’ face. I kept that picture, and when I’d hide in the closet to escape the violence, I would talk to it—not realizing I was actually praying. God stayed with me throughout a harsh life with an atheist mother. She was angry that God never loved her and wouldn’t allow anything Christian in our home. But I would quietly sneak out of bed and turn on the TV to watch Billy Graham’s messages of hope and love. Even at a young age, I was drawn into God's love. At 14, I started going to church on my own and was baptized. I've spent my life seeking God, raising my children to love the Lord, and building a happy home with a wonderful husband. My mother is now 83—a hardened atheist filled with hate. She’s had the chance to accept Christ, but has openly said she’s fine going to hell. Still, I believe the prayers of my grandmothers, who were both Christians, helped lead me to salvation. My father once encountered Jesus in a white light—others saw the light around him too—but he still struggles, searching for faith and not finding God. I’m thankful every day that Christ came to me so young. He saved me, guided me, and held me through a hard life. Mercy upon mercy.