I have been a meth-user/alcoholic for 30 years. I found myself homeless for the last 5 years. In October of 2007, I found myself living in the desert on Russsell Rd. and Boulder Hywy with my girl friend not really worrying about anything except when and how to get high. My family had disowned me, my son and daughter told me not to come around them until I could get clean. Thirteen months went by before I could see my first grand child. In November of 2007 I started going to the service in the park with Walter. I was only going because I was hungry. After about six months it became more than that… I was no longer going just for the food. Some of the things this long haired guy was saying to us began to make sense… I was never really into God. The last time I went to church I was ten years old. Now I was forty seven. I started reading with my girlfriend on a daily basis. We started in John and went from there. We never missed a service. Instead of being hungry for just food I was hungry for the word of God. We were in the desert and didn’t have anywhere else to go. We were told we had to leave the desert. We had a motel room for one week. When we returned to the desert to get our stuff we found that somebody had stolen our tent. The only thing we had to call home… For the first time in my life I was not worried about not having anywhere to go. I found myself in the desert with my girlfriend on a futon praying and crying for God to help us. Three days later, we had a friend offer us a place to live, but they were still using drugs, that was very hard on us because we had just gotten off the drugs and it became a daily struggle to stay clean. Night after night we would fight. Then we met Pastor Dale and his wife Susie. Now I get to spend time with my grandsons, Nolan and Ethan, and my son, Bobby. My daughter Krystal calls me and I know in my heart of hearts that the night I sat on that little futon in the middle of the desert and put everything into God’s hands that He’s the one that made all of this possible. I never thought in my whole life, being a drug user/dealer having to carry a gun all the time that I would ever be sitting here praying to and thanking God for everything that He has given me. Thanking Him for the relationship that I now have with my family and my girlfriend and my church family. Most of all I thank Him for giving me my life back. THANK YOU, JESUS!