Well my story begins on a warm Summer’s day on August 27th 1993. Nurses and doctors were shuffling about as my mother prepared……..just kidding. My name is Michael Lownsbury and here is a little summary about myself. I was born and raised in California to two wonderful and loving parents who dragged me to church every Sunday. I have two older brothers and a sister who is the eldest. Let’s see here…….I was raised in a Christian home by my Christian parents which was great but I never gave it too much thought. Throughout my elementary school career I never really focused and did well in school because I didn’t care. Things really started heading south during my second semester in high school when I was a freshman. I started smoking weed and then drinking followed not too long afterwards. As the years progressed, my life, and especially my faith in God did not. Weed gave way to harder drugs and before I really gave it any thought I was using drugs and alcohol during school and afterwards. By the time I had graduated high school (by the grace of God) I couldn’t care less about God and was only concerned about myself and what I wanted to do. Jesus was the God of my parents and in my mind He was some far away person that I didn’t care about. I believed He exsisted but it was my world and all about me. After high school things became pretty nasty and I started using drugs I never thought I would even touch. I was self destructive, manipulative, totally self absorbed, miserable and depressed. Then in 2012 I got into some trouble with law enforcement which Christ used to break me of my pride. It was rock bottom dude. I reluctantly agreed to go to a Christian recovery center called Canaan Land and that’s when I met my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I stopped running and opened the door after He had been knocking for all those years. He took out my ugly heart of stone and gave me one of flesh. Now I am a new creation in Christ, thank you Jesus! When I met Him He gave me a desire for missions and evangelism. A desire that has just been burning and burning and gnawing (in a good way) at my heart since He saved me. I can’t imagine a life more rewarding and satisfying then a life spent telling others about what Christ did on the cross for all mankind. The beat of my heart is to one day stand before Christ and hear Him tell me, “well done my good and faithful servant,” because I answered the call that He placed on my heart. That’s why I applied to the world race, and with the help of Almighty God and a few bucks that dream will become my reality.
