People have asked how I could’ve been saved for five years and still end up in rehab for the first time in my life in 2025.
Here’s how.
Before the relapse, I’d been sober longer than I’d been since high school.
I was walking with Jesus. I had Christian community around me. My life had genuinely changed once I finally stopped trying to do everything on my own. Eighteen months without drinking or using was a big deal for me.
Then I met her at a prayer group.
We weren’t treating it like some random fling. We searched it out. I’d never even courted a woman before in my life.
I’d been praying for a wife, and it felt like something God might actually be doing.
I was 36.
Never married. No kids.
I’d always wanted a family. More than that, I wanted the chance to be the kind of father to my kids that I never had.
There was nothing wrong with that desire.
We got engaged.
That’s when the real back and forth started. We weren’t sure if we were compatible, and we broke it off.
I didn’t know what to do with that. I’d never gotten to know a girl like this before.
That’s when the compromise started.
Instead of taking the uncertainty back to God, I started trying to make it work.
The question changed.
It went from:
“Lord, is this You?”
to:
“How do I make this work?”
Then came September 12, 2024. My brother’s birthday.
We were out at Main Event celebrating, and during a bowling game, an ad popped up for a margarita.
Jokingly, the idea got thrown out to get one. Just to have fun. Loosen up a little.
Everything in me screamed no.
But in my head, in that moment, I told myself it was something I could fix later.
And I said yes anyway.
I was telling God:
“You understand. I’m trying to have a family. We’ll have some fun, I’ll step into this with her, and we’ll come back out of it together.”
I knew better.
I just wanted what I wanted badly enough to negotiate with what I knew.
One drink became drinking again.
Then cocaine came into the picture.
Before long, both of us were using again. We even got engaged a second time after addiction had already taken hold.
The relationship I’d compromised so much to preserve was falling apart anyway.
By December I knew it was over, and I ended it.
But ending the relationship didn’t end what I’d reopened.
The addiction stayed.
And once the future I’d compromised for was gone, I spiraled even harder.
The next several months were reckless.
Alcohol. Cocaine. Trying to keep everything looking functional while my life was collapsing underneath me.
On May 30, 2025, less than nine months after that first drink, I walked into rehab for the first time in my life.
What I compromised to keep, I lost.
I wasn’t chasing something obviously evil.
I wanted a wife. I wanted children. I wanted a family.
Good things.
But a good thing becomes an idol when you’re willing to disobey God to have it.
That’s what makes compromise so dangerous.
Sometimes the temptation isn’t, “Choose evil instead of God.”
Sometimes it sounds more reasonable than that.
“God understands.”
“You can fix it later.”
“Just bend here.”
“Surely He wouldn’t ask you to give this up.”
That’s how I talked myself into it.
Jesus didn’t fail me.
I stopped trusting Him with something I desperately wanted and tried to take control of it myself.
I thought obedience might cost me the future I wanted.
Turns out, trying to take that future out of God’s hands cost me far more.
I was a stubborn atheist.
For years, I mocked the idea of God and lived however I wanted.
I was convinced that no argument, no sermon, and no person could ever reach me.
But then I ran out of road.
I hit the end of myself... broken, hopeless, and completely out of options.
So for the first time in my life, I did something I swore I’d never do.
I cried out to God with an open heart.
Not to test Him. Not to argue with Him. Just because I had nothing left.
That night, He met me in a way I will never be able to forget.
It was tangible. It was undeniable. And it changed everything.
Since that moment, I’ve seen Him move too many times to count, in my life and in the lives of others. I’ve watched Him do things that logic can’t explain.
And the truth is simple:
I couldn’t go back to the world even if I wanted to.
Jesus really is the truth.
And once you’ve truly encountered Him, you can’t unexperience it.
I spent my whole life rejecting God.
But because of His mercy and grace, He didn’t reject me.
If you’re still searching…
If you’re still doubting…
If you’re still running…
Hear this:
He’s not looking for perfect people.
He’s looking for honest ones.
He met me when I finally stopped arguing and started listening.
He can meet you too, if you’re willing to come to Him with nothing left to prove.
And for those who already know Jesus:
Don’t let the reality of what you’ve already encountered become normal.
Some of you have seen God move powerfully and still live like it’s not that big of a deal. Protect it. Live like it matters.
And never underestimate the power of your testimony.
God still uses real stories to reach real people who are at the end of themselves.