Looking back, I can see that even the hardest parts of my life carried a purpose.

There were blessings I didn’t recognize at the time—even in places I never expected to find them. My time in prison, as difficult as it was, became a turning point. It slowed me down long enough to understand what the Lord had for me, and what I had been missing all along.

That doesn’t mean everything was restored the way I might have hoped.

There are still consequences. Some relationships, especially within my family, remain fractured. Those are realities I carry, and they remind me daily of the cost of living my way.

But God has been faithful in ways I didn’t earn.

For the past 22 years, I’ve been blessed with a steady and loving home life with my wife, Robin. Along the way, we’ve shared life with more than a few good dogs—each one adding a little more joy to the journey. I stay rooted in Bible studies, both attending and leading one with friends I’ve known since childhood. I still attend my home church, Nashville First Baptist, where I was on the cradle roll. Robin and I have also led a Bible Study for the unhoused community for the past 20 years.

I’m grateful for the many Godly men and women in my life—dear friends who continue to encourage me, challenge me, and help keep me on the right path.

And yes—I still ride my Harley.

Life today isn’t about perfection. It’s about direction. It’s about continuing to walk the path God set before me, one day at a time, with gratitude for where I’ve been brought and hope for what’s still ahead.

My prayer is simple—that something in this story encourages you, wherever you are in your own journey.