It's a miracle!

You just can't make this (stuff) up." That was printed on a business card, with a picture of Snoopy dressed as a sleuth, that was handed to me recently by an old man in my sunrise meeting, and it aptly articulates the reason I am writing this story. Because no matter what I come up with for a storyline, how amazingly developed the characters are, or what aha! moments they may stumble upon, nothing can come close to real life. Turns out, God's a better storyteller than I am.

I was just over 30 when I finally decided to take responsibility for my life. After a particularly gruesome... Login to read more
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