I have been saved since I was 8. I was molested when I was 5 or 6. Over the years I had come to the realization that the molestation was a part of me that was hidden in my heart that I needed to dig up and destroy.... See, I don't know who it was

Listen to this praise report Jeff shared at Princeton Pike Church on Sunday, September 7th.

If I told you my story….

I love that song (MyStory) by Big Daddy Weave. It just speaks to my heart. The Lord has guided every step of my life - every piece of my story. As the words of the song say, ‘you would hear life..’,

If only I could tell it right.

What does it mean to be a true disciple of Christ? I remember sitting down and coming face to face with that question one day. The part of me that was very high minded about my thoughts on theology and doctrine started to form an intellectualized answer, even if only in my mind. Had I spoken it to those who didn’t know better, it would have sounded well thought out and authoritative. After all, I had certainly been presenting myself with an air of authority on such matters for quite some time. Yet I knew when I put it in simple terms, I wasn’t a true disciple and had not been for quite some time.

I joined the Navy at 17 and sailed all around the world.  I was introduced to drugs and alcohol and continued that life style when I was discharged.  I got hired on at Fischer Body and became friends with some guys who also used drugs and drank a lot.  We became pretty tight.

As a child, who is still to know the difference between right from wrong, I question and argue with my imaginary guardian, who seems to listen and consoles me. But when I started listening to the world around me from the people that influenced me at home and from school, the quiet time that I spent with my imaginary guardian was disrupted. I found myself listening more to the noise of this world and entertained the lies of my disappointments. The feeling of being unloved, unwanted, and good for nothing made me feel so insignificant, worthless and shameful.

I was 7-years-old when I started fantasizing and believing lies about my identity. That I was attracted to the same sex. READ MORE 

I stand healed—365 days cancer-free! I can’t help but lift my hands in praise and thank the Lord for His mercy, His healing, and His faithfulness through it all.

In Joshua 4, after God miraculously parted the Jordan River for the Israelites, He commanded them to take twelve stones from the river and build a memorial. “These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever” (Joshua 4:7). Why? Because God wanted them to remember what He had done for them. To never forget His power, His deliverance, and His goodness.

Like those stones, my scars are a memorial. They tell a story—not of pain, but of victory.