I’m not sure if anyone else has trouble talking about themselves, I do, but I’ll try my best to describe who I am.
I grew up in church, doing all things expected of a young man in the church. I believed in God but I did not know him. When I was ten years old I almost died. I flipped over the handlebars on my bike and ruptured my liver. I almost died from internal bleeding and after major surgery and being unconscious for three days I woke up. Eight days in the hospital and six months of recovery later I was completely healed. After that accident I knew God was real…but still did not know Him.
I heard the gospel for the first time when I was fifteen years old while on a Boy Scout camping trip. I overheard my older brother and one of our friends talking about the Bible and what would happen in the End Times. Little did I know at the time but my older brother was struggling with it all as well. I went home but I could not let go of what I heard, and I wrestled for three months with what I heard. I tried reading the Bible but could not understand the meaning of any of it.
I finally spoke to my Dad about it all. He explained that if I would accept the Lord Jesus as my Lord and as my Savior then I would be saved. I accepted Christ that night. The next year I began attending a new church and went on my first mission trip to Mexico for Spring Break. While on that trip I experienced the Holy Spirit moving through me for the first time ever in my life, with the exception of one church service a few months before the trip I had never experienced the Holy Spirit before.
After I came home, I knew I belonged to God and the Jesus was and is my Savior and Lord. I returned to Mexico the next year and then Peru the year after that; growing in the Lord! I went to college and during my summers I served at Winshape Camps in Rome, Ga and loved pouring into the kids there. I grew more in the Lord that I ever could imagine alongside the guys there.
When I was twenty years old, I was driving from school in Mississippi to my families farm in Tennessee for Thanksgiving. On the way there I lost control of my truck and slammed into the guard rail and flipped over into the ditch at 70 miles per hour! In that moment I cried out to God and He filled me with the Holy Spirit and I knew that I would be ok. I felt like he just picked me up and placed me on the ground gently. I did not feel the tossing and turning. When I opened my eyes I found myself upside down and sideways, but alive and in one piece. God had saved me from death…twice.
Recently I have sensed a call to missions. During the past year God has orchestrated circumstances in my life in order to prepare me for the World Race. When I received the phone call that I had been excepted to the World Race; it was such an answer to prayer and an affirmation of what He wants me to do! I am so excited and ready to dedicate a season of my life to complete devotion to the Lord. Though it will be hard. Comfort, stability, certain relationships, habits, expectations…all for the Lord! Let’s go!
I am very passionate about God’s Word, and I look forward to exploring more the spiritual gifts He has given me. I love the outdoors and adventure! Guess that makes me a good candidate for something like this! Pray for me as I prepare and Go! The enemy is at work, but the Lord is greater and more powerful than the enemy and He has made it clear to me that I am to Go!
