I’ve seen enough in this life to walk away from faith — and there were times I almost did.
When everything around you keeps breaking, when the people you counted on fall short, when life pushes you to the edge — belief starts to feel optional. There were moments when I looked around and couldn’t see much to hold onto. Not just broken projects. I was the thing that felt broken.
I’ve lived through addiction, disappointment, betrayal, and long seasons of feeling stuck. And I’ve fought to rebuild — not just machines or electronics — but myself. And as I fought, God kept showing up. Not always in quiet whispers. Sometimes He pushed. Hard. He gave me chances I didn’t deserve, skills I didn’t earn, and the drive to keep going when I wanted to quit.
For years, I ignored those blessings. I numbed the spark inside me with alcohol and excuses. But I see now that my ability to create, fix, and build is a gift — a way that God wired me uniquely. And now that I’m sober, I get to use that gift every single day. Not just to make things — but to grow.
Each project is another piece of me coming together.
Each solution is proof I’m not who I used to be.
I don’t have all the answers. I don’t have a fancy testimony.
But I do have this: a changed life — not by my own strength, but by the grace of God.
And that’s why I still believe.
Because I’ve seen Him rebuild what I thought was beyond repair.