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The Lord was like; “Why don’t you let me tell you what I think about you?”
"I would stab myself with a sewing needle. Or any kind of needle. Just to feel that pain. To know, you're still here. You're still human. You're still alive in some way. To make that pain, just show what I felt on the inside....
I began to fill it with my surroundings, which was women and alcohol. It wasn’t long until I found myself with a $70,000 a year cocaine addiction.
"I grew up in a preacher’s home. When I started thinking about the cowboy deal my dad was like, “We don’t do that.” I said, with a laugh, “What do you mean, we?”
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 remember during middle school and high school I think I had basically nobody to talk to outside of my family about like; "This is what I am struggling with the Lord." Like; “Why isn’t He talking to me? Why can’t I hear His ...
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
I did everything imaginable you can do and probably by the grace of God. A lot of people would have been in prison for some of the stuff I did.
They had read an article in the Tampa Tribune newspaper about my Yoga classes at four universities. They knew I was a seeker of truth, hungry for reality.