Our perception of time is interesting. Time seems to go by much faster as we age. As I prepared to give my testimony, I reflected about how my mom must have felt waiting for me to come back to the Lord. For years she prayed; for years I drank and ran from God.

The hope of answered prayer is inevitable, however, the waiting is seemingly unending. I have thought about the many prayers I have said on behalf of friends, loved ones and clients, waiting until the day the breakthrough comes. In some...

The night air was cold as I stumbled down the street at 2:30 a.m. I had been drinking all day. My life played in my mind like an old-reel horror film. Anger gave way to pain and hopelessness. All of the things that I had done – the drinking, the endless revolving door of men, the stealing, the lies, the family gatherings I missed, the thoughts...