Whenever I'm in the car it's always tricky to pick between the Christian album or UCB radio. But UCB Radio is always awesome to listen to, if I'm looking for new songs to check out, just in the car, driving to church or work, it's an awesome way to connect and listen to some good music.

So I--I listen to all kinds of different music and I was just getting to the point where nothing was motivating me. Sure, the dance songs were great and the old 70's rock I grew up with is awesome and everything, but I'm like I need something fresh. I need something new. So I was scrolling around stations and honestly I can't even remember. What song it was, but it might have been, you say. And I'm like Ohh, I love this song, but I don't really want to listen to another pop station cause I only ever heard it on a pop station. Right? So I left it cause I love the song. And then another faith-based song came on. I'm like ohh. This is Christian rock. Yes. Finally something different and then it's been there ever since, like two months now. And every time I think, oh, maybe I'll go back to some Top 40 just to, you know, dance around the house or whatever. Something like don't stop praying comes on. I'm like. Oh, it's OK. I'll dance to this. It's bizarre. I go to bed at night and I'm singing one of the songs I wake up in the morning. It's in my head. I'm like this is why I listen to it. This is why.

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.