About four years after I was born again I remember crying out to God " Lord, whatever it takes." It was such a serious prayer of my heart and I knew that I knew that the Lord said " Okay Frank." The next twenty years were brutal and my life was dismantled piece by piece. Dreams were shattered, ambitions lay broken on the rocks of life, family life, Christian life, ministry, every aspect of what I had known was slowly but surely consumed in a refining fire. I can say now that I would not have it any other way, but if I had had a glimpse into the future I would not, with such ardent zest, cried out with the same passion. I would still have desired it but with a knowing wisdom rather than some thoughts of glory. The battles and the foxholes of life have taken away any boyish notions that there is any other glory in all of this life other than His glory. It is His glory and His,story............bro Frank
