About a week ago, I was driving to Kingston with my grandson, who is 12 years old, and I always listen to UCB. That's the only thing on in my truck. But I said Ace, would you like to pick a station to listen to? And he said, “Oh, no, grandma. Christian radio is just fine with me.” I was just thrilled to hear him say that and to know that he was eager to listen to more Christian music. He's made a commitment to Christ and he listens to Christian radio. His mom and stepfather listen to Christian music. So he was just happy to--to listen to it.

Yesterday I traded in my car for a new car, and when I traded in the old car I left the radio station on 103.1 UCB Radio, so the next person that got in the car would hear the hope of Jesus.

Hope means to me that I will be here again tomorrow- counting on God's love and presence. My glass is always half full. I like to look for the Light who will give me hope. I count my blessings. In 80 year's, I've received a lot.