I grew up in church and I thought I knew who Jesus was. I went to a Seventh Day Adventist school and church. I was baptized in 6th grade. So I thought I was going to be alright, I thought I was saved no matter what I did as long as I would ask for forgiveness. Maybe I should have been Baptist. But anyway, I thought I was ok and I was on my way to heaven. I can’t count all the times I have talked about the Lord sitting on the barstool with some other guy who thought he was on his way to heaven too. I don’t know why I started drinking, I don’t know if it was to fit in or if it was to fill the void of my brother moving away to go to college. Anyhow, I was by myself after he left and being a younger brother I looked up to him. Growing up on a ranch can get pretty boring by yourself. So with my brother gone I found some friends to spend time with. It ain’t no fun talking to cows and pigs. The cows look at ya like you’re dumb and the pigs didn’t have very nice things to say. I started smoking when I was 14 and drinking I think at 15 or so. It didn’t seem to be that great of an idea the next day, but for some reason the days kept on coming. I couldn’t tell you how many times I told the Lord I would never drink again. By the time I was 19 or 20 I was drunk about every night. I would go out for days at a time without coming home, staying at friends houses and having parties for days. When I finally hit the big 21, I hit the jackpot. I found all the clubs and bars in the big cities like Tampa and Orlando. Driving about 2 hours to go to these clubs became almost an every weekend thing. I also can’t count how many times I have driven back from these cities and don’t remember a thing. I would remember leaving and then waking up in bed. I know the Lord has taken care of me my whole life and I know He has some great plans for me because I should have been dead many times over. Wrecking cars at high speeds, I wrecked one four times in a week. I have wrecked my motorcycles running from the cops, drunk, thinking I was going to get away. I heard the voice of the Lord for the first time when I was drunk in 2005. I heard Him tell me to put my helmet on three times. Praise God, I finally listened because there is no way I would have lived through this wreck I had. The side of the helmet was almost scraped off. You would think I would have learned from this, but all I learned was not to drink and drive my bike. No matter what I have ever done in my life, I now know the Lord took care of me, He watched me in my drunken stupors when I was helping the devil kill me. I have moved all over this country trying to run from problems that seemed to follow me everywhere I went. I never had to go find trouble because it pretty much knew where I was most of the time. I would go to jail all the time and it always seemed to be someone else’s fault. I never wanted to accept who I had become. I became the person I said I never would be. A drunken idiot. I hated myself. So I said I would change when I moved up to North Carolina. I wanted to run again from who I had become. Some friends asked me to move with them here so I did. Finally, I got away from all the negative people and things. I thought this was what the doctor ordered. But a few months after moving here I was back to doing the same thing I did in Florida. I woke up in jail again on Dec. 17 th , 2007 – after being stunned twice with a taser by the wonderful Hendersonville P.D. – and made a choice. I can be the person the Lord is calling me to be or I can keep on going till I’m dead or in prison. I have been arrested on 11 felonies and about 30 misdemeanors in my adult life and managed to stay out of prison. I cried out to the Lord once again asking for Him to free me from this drinking thing that had me bound so tightly. Even though I had told the Lord I would never drink again and if He would take this headache away – this time it was different. I had never meant ANYTHING I had ever said as much as I meant it this time. And I have not ever taken another drink. Being around people drinking doesn’t bother me, that’s how I KNOW it was Jesus taking it from me. When I was in that jail cell I also asked the Lord to give me a good woman, and 24 hours after I got out I met Sarah. And when the Lord heard my prayer, He gave me the perfect one. Anyone who could put up with MY family is a prayer answered indeed. I knew there was something about her, but couldn’t put my finger on it. Good thing too because Gods finger was on it. We decided to live together and I can say that was not what God intended. We fought like cats and dogs. She left me and I couldn’t blame her. After she was gone for 2 months or so, and me not being able to see or speak to her (judges orders, yea it was that bad) I got mad and blamed God for all of this. How could a God who loves us so much do this to me? I lay in bed and yelled at Him for maybe an hour. I said ok Lord, what do you want me to do? I didn’t know the Lord could text, but right after I said that I got a text that said “He died for you, now live for Him”. And that was it. I made my mind up right then I would do whatever He wanted me to do. I gave up on Sarah and focused on Jesus. The bible says to seek the Lord and He WILL give you the desires of your heart. After I gave everything to Him and I sought Him like never before, He gave me everything I have ever wanted and then some. I just can’t wait to see what’s next.