David Gaston

 

 

 

 

I remember when I was a kid, I told everyone I liked the Kansas City Chiefs, well, because my dad liked them.

 

 

Someone said to me "you can't be a bandwagon fan with them!"

 

 

When I got older I figured out what that meant and that they were right.

 

 

 

My dad was born and raised in Arkansas. He met my mom there and work eventually brought them to Kansas. My dad has three younger siblings and two great parents.

 

 

 

I honestly have no idea when and where it started, but somewhere as a kid he drank.

 

 

Later, he turned into an alcoholic.

 

 

 

 

He was bound by the demonic drink until I was twelve.

 

 

 

 

I saw a change in him. A change that no meetings or counselor could cause him to do.

 

 

 

Suddenly, church was very important. Like, we didn't miss any event or service. Ever.

 

 

 

The question on a Sunday afternoon that some may ask their family members, "are we going to church tonight?" was never mentioned at my house.

 

 

I was telling someone a couple days ago that a huge reason why I got saved when I did, at 17, was because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was a God and He was big. Only He could change a man's desires, plans and actions, the way He did my father's.

 

 

 

 

The same man who I sat in the passenger seat and waited while he went into the liquor store to purchase a 24-pack now comes over to see his grandkids as often as he can.

 

The same man who I sat with in our garage while him and his buddies played cards, smoked and drank now sits down with me and my husband and tells us about God.

 

The same man who used to have an anger problem is now the man who washed my feet at a feet washing service and told me how proud he was of me and that he approved of the woman I was becoming.

 

The same man who would yell at the TV when the Chiefs made a bad play (which was often,) now is at church while they are playing.

 

The same man who used to raise a can of beer to his lips on a regular basis now raises his hands praising God.

 

 

 

 

 

My dad was never mean to me. He never even yelled at me that I can recall. But he wasn't a man of God. He was on his way to hell. And he probably knew that.

 

 

When my dad got saved it didn't take him five years to quit cussing or ten years to stop running with his old buddies. It just all stopped... and that's what happens when you really get born again.

 

 

 

My dad is not a perfect man today, but he relies on the Lord in every step he takes. He truly knows the Bible, God's Holy Word, better than any man or woman I know of personally.

 

 I could ask him any question about a passage and he would give a great answer and explanation.

 

 

My dad is not the same man.

 

 

Maybe you need your son, daughter, parents, sibling, or maybe spouse to not be the same person.

 

 

Prayer, my friend.

 

 

PRAYER.

 

Prayers changes everything.

 

 

Call on the Lord. He wants to hear your cries. He wants you to trust Him.

 

 

I believe one reason why my dad got saved when he did, is because I was able to be old enough to see him as two different people. I saw him when he was bound by sin and then I saw him fall into God's sweet grace and he has never been the same since. So, don't question God on why someone isn't being saved today, or tomorrow. Just know that your prayers are heard and you will see your lost saved.

 

 

HAVE a BLESSED Resurrection Day!