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.

I couldn't imagine, you know, God having a plan for my life. I thought I planned my life out.

Memory calls us back, Mystery draws us forward.

I ended up getting on my knees right there in my bedroom. I didn't have a tract that had, you know, 'here's how you pray to receive Christ' on it. I had never seen a tract in my life. I had never read a Bible.

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.

My dad was a good man but an emotionally absent father, and so I had to look for that male attention somewhere else, and found it in a brother-in-law. He just happened to be an alcoholic.

I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew I needed God in my life.