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Just a Little bit About Me
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Before I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ officially as my Saviour on June 9th of 1998, I had always felt His presences in my life. When I was a child, I did attend church. It was, and still is, your typical little white country church. I went to that church until I was old enough, as allowed by my parents, to make my decision to stop attending church. But that didn’t stop me from believing in God. At that time, I always knew that God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit were one. I just never knew how. Just like everyone else, I believed that as long as you believed on God and was a good person with a good heart, you were going to go to Heaven when you died. With that in mind, I started doing things my way, in a sense. When I joined the Army, I took up two of the greater evils, smoking and drinking. I even got to the point to where I was becoming an alcoholic. I never crossed that line. I had somewhat, in a sense, strict morals. I was, and still am, honest and open to anyone in my life. There were events in my life that if God had not intervened, then I would be walking the wrong path today. Looking back now, I knew that I had always been in God’s grace, guiding me to become the man I am now. He was there with me when I was deployed for Operation Desert Shield/Storm.
In June of 1993, I was married. By this time, I had almost stopped my drinking and smoking. And in that marriage, two beautiful daughters were born. Then the marriage started to have problems. By then, I had got away from the Lord more than I did, from when I was in the service. One night, in February of 1997, I came home to an empty house. In a sense, I felt joy, because the pain that I was bearing was gone. But I was saddened at the same time, because my children were gone. Then I started to drink and smoke, more, again. I was happy. In April of 1998, the divorce was final. But the divorce was your typical divorce. Problems! For over a year, I was compounded with hate, accused of all types of wrong doings, and my daughters were being used to get to me. I started going to church again in April of 1998. I needed direction, and I quickly learned that church is a place to learn about God, and I learned more, and I also understood a lot of the whys. The pressure and the stress of the divorce, another failed relationship, the drinking, the partying, started to take it’s toll on me. On June 9th, 1998, I went into my bedroom, I knelt down beside my bed, and I cried out to the Lord Jesus Christ, with tears streaming down my face, and ask Him to forgive me and to wash me clean and to take away these burdens that I have. I apologized for not being there for Him, for the things I have done in the past and the list went on and on. And then, I felt a great relief. A warm feeling came over me. There was joy in my heart. I went to work that evening with a smile on my face. I have given my life to Christ. I had washed my soul with His blood. My friends, I am Saved! Amen.
December
12th, 1998, was a day like almost any other day. I had my daughters
that weekend. Big plans. Close to Christmas. That day, we had been schedule to
attend a play practice for my church. No one was there, so I took them to my
parent’s home, and then to
As you can see, we
didn’t exactly make it. Courtney was unhurt. The only
thing that happened to her was she received seatbelt burns. My injuries were a
shattered right heel, broken right tibia, shattered right hip socket, cracked
right pelvis, minor spinal cord injury and a concussion. Jessica received
almost the same injuries as I have, but she also had not found until the dash in my car was pulled back to get me out,
1 and a half hours after my accident. The recovery for Jessica and I is still
going. We still have a long way to go, but when I look back, we had come a long
way. The one thing I remember the most, is the Sunday before the accident, my
pastor had preached on when we face adversities, but rather say, ‘What do you want me to
and that had helped me a lot.
