“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out!” – Romans 11:33

“On May 29, 2025, I went to the ER because my CO₂ levels were dangerously high. Within hours, my life changed completely. I was given a medication that caused respiratory failure. I stopped breathing. Twice.”

That is part of an epilogue I recently wrote describing my 44-day hospital stay. I go on to say that “one of the darkest, most difficult times in my life has become one of the greatest blessings in my life.”

Hello, my name is Tim, and I was diagnosed with Facioscapulohumeral Muscular Dystrophy (FSHD) when I was 12. For the past ten-plus years I have lived life wheelchair-bound, but I want to declare — through tears — to you today that God is good. There are rare instances in life when you can see God bring things full circle. This is one of those times.

When I wrote that some of the darkest days had become one of the greatest blessings in my life, I didn’t realize the true depth of that statement until today.

The reason I went into respiratory failure in the first place was my unsafe, run-down van.

My wheelchair has no way to lock down securely, and the week prior, my wife had to brake suddenly during a trip to Houston. My chair — with me in it — were thrown into the back of the front seat. I didn’t know it at the time, but that impact caused my CO₂ levels to start rising, which sent me to the hospital and changed the course of my life.

And it was that hospital stay where God met me.

Where He ignited my passion for writing.

Where my debut novel Fields of Faith was born.

Later, He inspired me to write a poem about a little country church in the hills of Tennessee. I sent it to a great man of faith, Pastor Burt Wallace — the very man whose video inspired the poem. That’s when God began opening doors I never saw coming. He put some incredible men of faith into my life.

And now, unbelievably, those very men are helping me raise funds for something I have prayed for for years — a safe, reliable wheelchair-accessible van.

A van that won’t put my life at risk.

A van that will let me keep going to church, where I’ve taught Sunday School for 23 years.

A van that will let me keep showing up to the ministry God entrusted to me.

A van that will allow me to breathe easier, travel safely, and continue living out the calling He placed on my life.

God took the thing that broke me…and used it to build something I never could have imagined.

He took the danger… and brought purpose.

He took the fear… and brought fellowship.

He took the suffering… and brought a story that’s still unfolding.

If you feel led to give, pray, or share, please know this:

You are becoming part of the story God is writing.

A story of grace in weakness.

A story of provision in the impossible.

A story where even the darkest days become the soil for new blessings.

And if you’re walking through your own valley right now, I want you to know:

God still listens.

He has not forgotten you.

He has not abandoned you.

Your prayers are not lost — they are held by the same God who carried me through my hardest season.

“The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit.” Psalm 34:17-18

I am living proof that God still moves, still answers, and still shows up right on time. My suffering isn't the end of the story — it was the beginning of God doing something far greater than I could see.

From the bottom of my heart — thank you.

Thank you for helping me continue forward safely, faithfully, and with hope.

God bless!