Joy Cometh

One afternoon during a quiet time with the Lord, my eye was drawn to a small angel on the bookshelf. On the angel's skirt was one word: joy. While contemplating on the word, a verse immediately came to mind: "Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning."
Suddenly, the outline for the book came so quickly that I could not write it down fast enough. Even though I wrote this novel prayerfully with the Bible and concordance by my side, I truly feel this work belongs to God 100 percent.
As you read through the chapters, may you say I feel like Charles. I'm Kay. My daughter is as outspoken as Evie Grace. I feel like James with the problems of this world on my shoulders. I'm dealing with grief like Thomas.
I hope that you find this fast-paced book not only a compelling read but that in the process readers are drawn closer to God and others with love and true unity. A welcoming beacon shining brightly at a time of such darkness and hatred in the world.