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The Testimony of Dan Cain

posted Feb 10, 2013, 5:58 PM by Shawn Dakin   [ updated Nov 14, 2013, 4:23 PM ]
I am a sinner saved by the grace of God. I grew up in church, but I never knew God. I knew a lot about God, or at least I thought I did, but I never knew Him. I say that, because I didn't have a relationship with God. I went to youth group, and did everything that a church kid was suppose to do, but I didn't know God. In 2001 I graduated from school, and went to college for awhile. It wasn't really for me. So I eventually joined the Army. I never had a drink of alcohol as a teenager until I joined the military. Alcoholism runs strong in my family, and once that door was open it was a hard one to close. So hard in fact that I became an alcoholic. On top of that I began to abuse steroids. My life slowly started revolving around alcohol, and steroids. Not a whole lot else mattered. In 2007 I met a girl, and we hit it off pretty good. That girl got pregnant, and the drinking became worse. I didn't know how I was going to support a child, half the time I didn't know how I was going to support myself. Nov. 20 2008 God blessed with a beautiful baby boy. I thought that would change my life for the good. I told myself many times now I'm gonna get my life straight, now I'm gonna serve God. Instead I started falling down that slippery slope faster, and faster. Eventually my sons mother left while I was out of town working. At that moment I thought my life was over. I started having thoughts of suicide, and continued to drink more, and more alcohol. I went months without being able to see my baby boy, and at the time I thought that was all I had. In the spring of 2010 I was barely holding on. The thoughts of suicide increased. I couldn't walk past a gun without thinking about taking my own life. I just thought my son would be better without me. A couple of weeks before Easter of 2010 I was on a walk with my son when I ran into my Pastors wife. She invited me to church. I didn't go that week, but on Easter Sunday I managed to drag myself, and my son to church. When I walked into the little church that I grew up in it was like I had never left. I felt loved. That still wasn't enough. I still continued to drink, and take steroids. Deep inside my heart I knew I had to leave behind the life I had been living. One Saturday morning I walked past the mirror in house, and stopped and staired at myself. Looked at the mess I he'd become. I looked a good 10yrs older than I actually was. I believed God was showing me what I needed to see. It was at that moment I realized that I didn't want my son learning from my mistakes. Instead I wanted him to learn from the man of God that I am. That Sunday I gave my heart to God, and the following Wednesday I went to a revival, and was filled with the His holy spirit. The journey I walk today is not always a smooth one. At times I fail. It's not a matter if we fail, but what we choose to do about when we do. Do we brush ourselves off, ask God to forgive us, and carry on learning from our mistakes. Or do we give up. My hope for you is that you never give up, and that you strive to live your life as a child of the most high God.
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