By the time I was thirty I had experienced five failed marriages. I felt like I could do nothing right;
"No matter what situation you’re in, there is hope and God is able."
I completely gave in to the depression and I gave into the addiction. I became homeless. I lost custody of my sons. It was then that I cried out to the Lord.
When I walked away it felt like I was doing a very crude thing, in a lot of ways. Interestingly enough, a couple of months later she was saved.
That’s the key thing here and when someone says they’re gay or homosexual, that is now saying; “That is my identity.”
Because he was a quadriplegic I felt bad about divorcing him.
"I said to myself, “Okay God if I die tonight, I’m going to die obeying you.”