While growing up my mother always made me brush my teeth and visit the dentist regularly.  She even washed my mouth out with soap quite often, but that’s a whole different story.  I hate going to the dentist.  In fact, I could honestly say I’d rather undergo surgery than to have some man’s hands and a loud shrieking drill inside my ever-so-sensitive mouth. Unfortunately, even something as innocent as candy can be toxic to a beautiful smile.  And sometimes we can tell right away how hard someone’s life has been just by his or her smile.

A few days ago I went to visit inmates in a county jail.  I love sharing a message of hope and forgiveness with people who feel desperate, rejected and abandoned.  Because I’ve survived a multitude of sins and traumatic situations myself, I want them to know how much God can change their lives if they surrender to Him, just like He did for me.