As I looked back for answers I saw illuminated by a distant light the image of where I thought I should be. Suddenly, my eyes were open and thus realizing the battle between the flesh and the inner soul and a request began to bring it under control.
Autumn Frost started out as short letter to a nephew, explaining that I shared in some of the same hardship as he, but the correspondents woke me every night replaying events of my former life.
Having said that, I knew God didn't call an uneducated, dyslexic guy like me to far exceed a vision to write a book just for my own therapy.
It's not about me, its about what God can do with any of us.
