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.

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.

God has used UCB Radio to impact my life in powerful and personal ways. During some of my most difficult seasons—especially while navigating life with Muscular Dystrophy, heart failure, and the aftermath of a stroke—UCB has been a steady stream of encouragement and truth. There were days when I felt weak, uncertain, or alone, and a song or message would play at just the right moment to remind me that God sees me, loves me, and is still working in my life. UCB has helped strengthen my faith by keeping my heart and mind focused on Christ throughout the day. It’s more than just background noise—it’s a lifeline that lifts my spirit, feeds my soul, and keeps hope alive when the world feels heavy. I’m so grateful for how God continues to use UCB Radio to minister to me and countless others.