Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Daniel: Part One

Today we start with my hubby's story. We are going to break it up in chunks because there is lots to tell!

Daniel:

Who would have ever thought that my life would end up as it has today? I didn’t think I would ever be this happy and I didn’t think I would ever be able to experience God in the ways I have in my life time. I have so many things to be thankful for. My life hasn’t been easy but everything I have experienced has been worth it.  My life has been full of God stories and blessings ever since the day my parents got married and tried to have children. My parents tried for years to have children when the doctors told my mom that she wouldn’t be able to have children. That is when my parents decided to adopt my sister. A few months after her adoption my mom and dad found out they were pregnant. I was their miracle baby, the son my mom feared she would never have and would never be able to provide for my dad.

                My dad is a pastor and we lived in Missouri on a farm. I saw my dad work really hard my whole life, we were up at dawn working on the farm. A farm turned out to be the perfect place for me. When I was little the doctors thought I had ADD, after speaking with several doctors they told my mom to just keep me busy, that’s what they did. Boy they kept me busy, we worked long hard hours on the farm, but from what it instilled in me I’m so thankful. I saw my dad preach, take care of my mom and our family and follow God fully. It was my parents who taught me how to trust God fully and follow him no matter how hard that may be. In 1975 dad got a call with the opportunity to preach in Oregon. It was amazing to see my parents rally together and do what they had to do to fulfill that call. My dad leased the farm and sold enough livestock to move out to the coast and live off of for a month. We loaded up everything we owned and moved to Oregon. I saw my dad step out on his faith, when we arrived in Oregon everything began falling into place. That rocked my world and on Sunday February 13, 1975 I accepted Christ into my life and asked him to be my savior. On the following Sunday I was baptized, the Missionary Baptist way, in running water. In very, very frigid cold water, I can still feel the goose bumps and chills from that water, and I will never forget. We lived in Oregon for five years and we saw God work in great ways throughout those five years. God blessed us in powerful ways. It was incredible to see him work through that little church. I know there were many times when my parents weren’t sure how they were going to make it on dad’s small paycheck from the church, but we always saw God provide. We never missed a meal in fact while we were there we had some of the most incredible seafood I have ever had. Every once in a while I still crave some of that fresh seafood.

                In 1980 we moved back to our farm in Missouri, and my dad began preaching at  a local church in Missouri and he also worked at the university. This was a tough stretch for our family. Our garden thrived, the church was doing great, it was during this time that some things went down in our family that caused me to question how my dad, who had so much faith before could make the decisions that he was making. I questioned my parents, their decisions, how my family handled things and since they were who I saw God through I questioned and doubted God. It was during this time that I was in high school. Oh my, I was not a good kid in high school; it is incredible that I didn’t get in more trouble than I did. Nonetheless, my senior year in high school I met Janice.

Right after graduation I began working at an engineering firm, nine months later Janice and I got married, and while I was working at the engineering firm I began pursing my construction management degree. Five years into my career in drilling and five years into our marriage we were blessed with our sweet daughter, Tiffany. She is my pride and joy I love her with all of my heart and the first several months of her life were some of the coolest times I ever got to spend with her I learned a lot during that time with her. A year after our daughter was born in October of 1990 Tiffany and I were leaving Janice’s dads house, we were on East Division Street behind Union Hall in Springfield, Mo. I stopped to look for Tiffany’s pacifier because she had dropped it and would not let me go any further until she had it. While I was looking for her pacifier I heard something so I looked up and saw this little boy jumping up and down screaming trying to wake up his grandpa. They weren’t very far from us so I ran over to see what was going on and to see if I could help. When I got over there I began to assess the situation, it looked as if his grandfather had, had a heart attack he was blue and unresponsive, I checked his pulse and I thought he was going to die. I told the little boy to go call 911 and I began CPR. When the boy returned he asked if there was any way he could help me, while I did the chest compressions he was able to do the breathing. After a little bit I checked his pulse again and he had a regular pulse again. Praise Jesus!!  A few seconds later he started coughing and he began breathing, about that time the paramedics had arrived and they took over.

The last seven years I worked for the engineering company I became a driller because we needed the money, I didn’t want to but I did.  That’s when my drinking habit started slowly; I would drink to go to sleep, because I had to say good night to my baby girl over the phone when I was traveling. In 1994 I was on the road for 100 days straight. Then in 1995 Janice and I separated this was when Tiffany was six years old. Over these next two years my alcohol and drug abuse got worse. The weekends I had Tiffany were the toughest because at the end of the weekend I had to take Tiffany back to Janice at the house I built for us. Toward the end of my career at Engineering company I had a $300 a week habit I would use meth in the mornings to get going and alcohol at night to feel numb and go to sleep. It was about this time that some good christian friends of mine that I had kind of lost touch with, called me and invited me over for some home cooked food. I love food, and I hadn’t had a hot home cooked meal in weeks and possibly months so of course I agreed. At the end of our first dinner they asked me if I wanted to come back the next two weeks. I said, “of course this food is AMAZING.” On the third week they asked if it was ok if they prayed for me, I agreed after all I grew up believing in God so I thought what the heck. However, this was one of the most anointed prayers I have ever heard, it blew me away. At that point God broke me it was a surreal feeling, I asked for forgiveness and I asked him to take it all away, all of the addictions. I was broken there in their living room, but had so much peace. I left their house feeling whole, I felt like a new man, with a new mission. I went home and flushed the rest of my meth down the toilet and poured out all the alcohol. Then I locked myself in my home and went through the stages of detoxification, I have never felt anything like that before in my life, there were times that I didn’t think I would make it through the next minute let alone survive being drug free. Every time I felt as though I was going to die I would just pray and that peace I felt in my friend’s living room came back. I could feel God wrap his arms around me and give me the strength to make it through. I have no idea how I made it besides God. I told God that it had to be me and him. I’m a living testament to the fact that our God is a healer and he miraculously healed me.  I have talked to doctors and rehab facilities and they have said that I should not have survived that on my own. All that to say if you are where I was please seek help, don’t give up, you are worth it. I have no signs that I have ever been addicted to these things. That is unheard of especially with meth. In fact I have spoke to doctors and they have said that you don’t quit meth; it’s something that people struggle with and then die. I have never gone back; in fact even the smell of alcohol turns my stomach now.

Thanks for reading!

*just to let you know names have been changed! :)

Monday, July 29, 2013

God Stories...the beginning

We have sat down to share our stories many times, we just couldn't figure out the best way to go about it. We have started a book several times but we just cant seem to finish it...I mean how do you complete a book about all the things that God has done in your life when he continues to work every day?

So I began to think what better way than to write a blog?! Then not only can you read how God works in our lives but you can share your God stories too!!!

The whole idea for writing and sharing God Stories came several years ago when I met an amazing man who had an incredible story (little did I know this amazing man would one day be my husband) we loved talking and getting to know one another. As we got to know each other he started telling me his story, he told me about how God had worked in his life, and how when he looks back on his story there is no doubt in his mind that God is not only real but ever present a

nd active in his life. I was blown away and I told him that we had to share this with others.

So we sat down and I started writing, we sat out a timeline and got everything together but for some reason a book just wouldn't come together. Time just kept moving forward and his story sat on the back burner with us thinking about it every once in a while.

A lot has changed since we originally sat down and compiled his stories, now we have some incredible stories of how God worked in our lives and how we see him moving every day. We are now married with two amazing boys, living life as a family of four, approaching our 6th anniversary in December.

So here we are now....over the next several weeks/months/years we will share Daniel's Stories, then my (Angela's) stories...then we will share our stories. After we share a few we want you to join in to share your stories of hope, your stories of the ways that God has worked in your life. Our world needs hope and we need reminders of how great God is and that he is in control, that he loves us, and that he is here with us.

We are excited for our journey together! Come join us