He Found Me in the Wilderness

My life is a living testimony of the faithfulness of El Shaddai. From wandering to wonder, from ashes to beauty, every chapter declares that He keeps His covenant—even when I did not.

I first encountered Yeshua in Nashua, NH. My girlfriend led me to church, and what began as curiosity turned into conviction. I gave my life to Christ, was baptized by my first pastor, Kyn, in his backyard pool, and began walking the narrow road. As Paul wrote, “He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus” (Philippians 1:6, NASB).

That word has carried me through seasons I never expected.

Later, I moved to Syracuse, NY, to help plant a church. I served faithfully, even becoming an ordained pastor. But ministry without intimacy became a burden too heavy. I burned out, divorced, and eventually walked away—not just from ministry, but from God Himself. I wandered in a spiritual wilderness for nearly two decades, my heart hardened by disappointment.

But God is not like man. He never forgets His promises.

In October 2023, thinking I was preparing for retirement, I began to write. What started as a hobby turned into a holy calling. God breathed into dry bones once more. I felt life return. I began to pursue people again—not to build a platform, but to share His love.

“This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life” (Ezekiel 37:5, NASB).

In this new awakening, I joined Freedom Worship Center in West Boylston, MA. There, the Lord began restoring what I thought was lost. I was surrounded by worship, healing, and Spirit-led fellowship. The Lord rekindled my vision and gave me brothers who walk by faith, not title. Though I later stepped away from formal membership, I did not step away from covering. The Church is not a building—it is a Body.

Today, I walk in obedience again. I go where He sends me—house to house, church to church. I pray, I listen, I encourage. I sow the Word, and He brings the increase.

He orders my steps.

I’ve walked into congregations where the message confirmed what God whispered in my heart all week. I’ve met strangers who unknowingly spoke prophetic words into my life. I’ve wept at altars, felt His peace descend like a cloud, and watched as hope rekindled in hearts He allowed me to minister to.

Sometimes, I speak. Sometimes, I listen. Sometimes, I just sit in the back and intercede. But always, I obey. And always, He is faithful.

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way” (Psalm 37:23, NKJV).

Through trials, He preserved me. Through illness, He healed me. Through lack, He provided. Through grief, He comforted. Through loneliness, He gave me brothers. And in every season, He proved His name: Faithful and True.

• When I lost my voice, He gave me words again.
• When I doubted His call, He confirmed it through others.
• When I fell, He lifted me.
• When I felt unseen, He showed up in power.

As I wrote recently in my journal of Ebenezers:

“Even in places where I was only meant to pass through, He used me to sow something eternal.”

He has not wasted a single tear. He has not missed a single cry.

“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus”(Philippians 4:7, NASB).

So if you’re reading this, hear me clearly:

God still raises dry bones. He still restores lost years. He still breathes on dust and makes it live.

If He could do it in me, He can do it in you.

“I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5, NASB). That is not a poetic promise—it is the bedrock of my life.

I am nothing apart from Him. But in Him, I have everything. And He is still leading me, one step at a time.

Come back. Return. Surrender. Obey.

He is waiting to write your story, too.