I used to be homeless, slept on the street back in the days in England. I have been blessed today with a wife, four daughters and a son. We got two homes. We got six cars sometimes. So my goal is to just keep on giving. When I'm down your--your song comes on, a message comes on, boom! Back at it again. Right? So the--the most important thing is you guys are encouragers. You're always encouraging us when we listen on the other side. Because nobody knows what everybody is going through, right? Now that you told me that you guys can pray for me, I'll definitely be using you guys for prayer line as well. Thank you so much.

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.

We lost my sister about 12 years ago now and there was a song that just came on the radio and it was just hit me. Praise the Lord, Oh my soul. And then the ending there where it says that, you know, “when my time has come, still my soul will be praising.” And my sister was a newly convert. And I know where she is because, you know, of her aversion to Christ and how she, you know, asked for forgiveness and--and God came into her heart, and it was very evident. And I know that, you know, she is with the Lord right now and someday I'll see her again. And that song was just so, so encouraging to my soul. So that was wonderful.