Sunshine Is Just Beyond The Clouds" Carl

My Parents Used To Say Faith Wasn't Something You Could Pretend About. It Wasn't Real Unless It Looked Like Faith And Acted Like Faith.

Reader Loyalty Will Stay Because I'm Not Changing.

God Grows Fragrant Flowers Of Hope In The Ashes Of Loss.

I Tell Of Hearts And Souls And Dances... Butterflies And Second Chances; Desperate Ones And Dreamers Bound, Seeking Life From Barren Ground, Who Suffer On In Earthly Fate The Bitter Pain Of Agony Hate, Might But They Stop And Here Forgive Would Break The Bonds To Breathe And Live And Find That God In Goodness Brings A Chance For Change, The Hope Of Wings To Rest In Him, And Self To Die And So Become A Butterfly.

I Write About The Trials And Triumphs Of Contemporary Life - And Often The Readers See Themselves Between The Lines Of The Story.