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When I was twelve the Lord woke me up one night and instructed me to pray for my future wife whom I had never met.
I asked her if someone tried to talk her into getting an abortion.
From the very beginning my real dad told me he loved me, but left. He may have loved me, but I don’t know. Then a step dad came in, and said he loved me and my mom, but would also tell me to not tell. It started with fondling...
Every relationship, every encounter, would get worse, would become more perverted, more faceless, more emotionless. I had been with countless men. I could fill up a notebook full of the men that I had been with.
"My grandfather was very perverted. He did things and said things only to me, and it was kept a secret."
You can forgive me of the drinking and the drugs. You can forgive me of the sexual sins that ran deep. But you can’t forgive me for that. That was unforgivable to me.
"She went to the doctor for a sports physical. While there she was asked if she was sexually active. She said; “Yes.” She panicked and froze. Stuff hit the fan."
I didn’t know if God loved me. I was just so desperate. I started to try to find my identity in relationships with guys.
God loves you and he cares about you; and he wants the best for you. You find freedom in his love through surrendering to him.
I was addicted to pornography, I was addicted to masturbation. I was addicted to sex. I was also a heterosexual male