Pondering what to say about myself, I have settled on this. What matters most is that I spend the first hour or two of every morning with Jesus. 

Before I say good morning to my husband…or tackle my defiant hair…or even (heaven forgive me) brush my teeth, I shuffle into my prayer room in my house slippers and bathrobe. Coffee cup in one hand, Bible in the other, face as make-up free if not as wrinkle-free as the day I was born, I meet the only Person in the universe who loves me enough to think I am beautiful that way. 

And I am changed in His presence.

I started those early morning trysts in 1983 at the age of 29 after making such a terrific mess of my life that only divine intervention could salvage it. My fa