Brought tears to my eyes today as I listen to the UCB channel this morning as I prepare my breakfast. As I hear my name thinking it's someone else who has my name until I hear this " Sending Love to Everyone who's trying their best to heal from things that they don't discuss." That is one of my captions on my own Facebook :two_hearts: I have listened and will continue to listen to this channel it brightens my every day! Gives me confidence courage power and he fights through me daily. I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you the voice on the radio if I met you I would give you a big hug but I don't drive so I can't get to you lol you made the silence heard today I know he came spoke through you to me when you read my caption today I'm am overjoyed :grinning_face:❤️:people_hugging::pray::100: love your channel UCB

I'm a psychologist and I had a client who told me about the station - and I now listen to it every day and I absolutely love it! It get's you in the right head space in the morning. Thanks for all that you do!

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.