I couldn't imagine, you know, God having a plan for my life. I thought I planned my life out.
I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew I needed God in my life.
I was running from God, but I didn't know I was running from God. I didn't know that.
My life and my plan wasn't very good, but at least it was my plan. It got to that point that I just couldn't stand it any more.
Memory calls us back, Mystery draws us forward.
I was drunk: Christian and drunk. They just don't go together. But that's what happened. And the next day, obviously God had honored those prayers and healed me of alcoholism.