By Antonio Flores
Today I want to share what God has done in my life—because everything I am now, everything I’ve overcome, and everything I’m becoming—It’s all because of Him.
For a long time, alcohol had a grip on me. I used it to deal with stress, to numb pain, to avoid things I didn’t want to face. I thought it helped me escape, but really, it was pulling me deeper into a place where I felt empty, disconnected, and ashamed. It affected my health. It affected my peace. And it affected my relationship with my daughters. I wasn’t the father I wanted to be. I wasn’t the man God wanted me to be.
And the truth is … I knew it.
I could feel myself slipping. I could feel myself drifting away from the people who mattered most. I felt lost. And during that time, there’s a verse that speaks exactly to where I was:
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).
That was me. Brokenhearted. Crushed in spirit. But God was still close—even when I didn’t realize it. Looking back now, I can see His fingerprints all over my story—even in the moments when I felt the most lost, the most ashamed, the most disconnected from who I was supposed to be.
Growing up, I didn’t always understand what it meant to have a relationship with God. I knew about Him, but I didn’t really know Him. Life moved fast, and I learned early on to deal with things by keeping them inside. I didn’t talk about my feelings. I didn’t talk about my struggles. I just pushed through, thinking that’s what a man was supposed to do.
But the truth is, I carried a lot of weight. A lot of pressure. A lot of pain I never dealt with.
And as I got older, I started looking for ways to escape it. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was trying to fill a hole in my heart—a hole that only God could fill. Alcohol became the thing I turned to. At first, it felt harmless, like something that helped me relax, helped me forget, helped me cope. But slowly, without even noticing, it became something I depended on.
I didn’t wake up one day and say, “I’m going to lose myself.” It happened little by little … One compromise at a time … One bad habit turning into a lifestyle.
And the more I drank, the more I drifted from myself, from my purpose, from the people I loved. I was there physically, but emotionally—and spiritually—I was far away. I felt empty. I felt disconnected. I felt like I was just going through the motions, trying to survive another day.
There were moments when I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the man staring back at me. Moments when I knew I wasn’t being the father I wanted to be. Moments when I felt like I was losing control, but I didn’t know how to stop.
I didn’t know how to ask for help. I didn’t know how to admit I was struggling. I didn’t know how to let God in.
But even in those moments—the moments I felt the farthest from Him—God was still close. He was still watching over me. He was still protecting me from things I didn’t even see. He was still whispering to my heart, even when I wasn’t listening.
And now, looking back, I can see that God was planting seeds long before I ever stepped into this church. Seeds through my mom. Seeds through my daughters. Seeds through the quiet moments when I felt broken but didn’t know why.
I didn’t know it then, but God was already preparing my heart for the day He would call me back home.
What finally opened my eyes were my daughters. They were the reason I started to see what alcohol was doing to me. I wanted to be present and to be healthy for them. I wanted to be the dad they deserved. Their love pushed me to face the truth that I couldn’t keep living the way I was living.
And during that time, there’s another verse that became real in my life:
With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible (Matthew 19:26).
Because breaking free from addiction felt impossible, changing my life felt impossible. But God stepped in, and what I couldn’t do on my own, He did through His power.
Around that same time, God used someone else in my life too—my mom. She’s the one who referred me to the Arvada Seventh-day Adventist Church. She saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself yet. She believed God had more for me, even when I didn’t believe it.
Before I ever walked through the doors of this church, I watched the services online four or five times. I kept listening to Pastor Gordon and Pastor Milos. And there was one sermon Pastor Gordon preached … this one message … that hit me so hard I started crying right there at home. I didn’t expect it. I didn’t plan it. But God touched my heart in that moment. He broke something open inside me—and in the best way.
And the very next week, I walked into this church for the first time.
I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know if I would fit in. But the moment I stepped inside, I felt something different: I felt peace, I felt welcome, and I felt like God was saying, “You’re home.”
Two months later, my daughter Jazelle started coming to church with me. And that meant everything to me. To see her walk through those doors—to see her worship and to see her growing in faith—that was God working not just in me, but in my family.
And I also want to mention my oldest daughter, Kylie. She’s not really interested in church right now, and that’s okay. I love her, and I know God is working on her heart in His timing. I trust that the same God who reached me, the same God who reached Jazelle, is watching over her too. I believe her moment will come, and when it does, it’ll be powerful.
I also want to be honest about something difficult. Since giving my life to Jesus, my relationship with my wife has been challenging. We don’t believe the same things right now, and alcohol is still in the house and it’s been tough. But I still love her, and I’m praying for her. And I believe God is working on her heart too, even if I can’t see it yet. I’m trusting Him with my marriage, just like I trusted Him with my life.
And through all of this, God kept teaching me what real love looks like. There’s a passage that has shaped me deeply: 1 Corinthians 13:4–8. It reminds me that love is patient, love is kind, it doesn’t give up when things get hard, it doesn’t walk away, it protects, it trusts, it hopes, and it endures. And there’s one line that hits me every time:
“Love never fails.”
I hold onto that. Because, even when I failed, God’s love didn’t. Even when I was broken, His love stayed. Even when relationships in my life felt strained or uncertain, His love kept working beneath the surface. That’s the love that changed me. That’s the love that’s healing my family. That’s the love I’m learning to walk in every day.
And I’ve seen something else too … God isn’t just working in me. I believe He’s working in the people around me. At my job, me and some of the guys started doing a little Bible study together. Just talking about God, reading a few verses, encouraging each other. And that’s something I never imagined happening before. But that’s what God does—when He changes one life, it starts to spread.
Six months after Jazelle started coming to church, she and I got baptized together in Michigan, in front of my mom at camp. That moment … that moment was powerful. Standing in that water with my daughter, giving our lives to Jesus together, that was one of the greatest blessings God has ever given me.
And now here I am—almost three years sober, alcohol‑free, and almost three years here with my church family. God didn’t just take alcohol out of my life. He restored my heart. He restored my mind. He restored my relationship with my girls. He gave me clarity, peace, and purpose. He gave me a new family in this church. He gave me a new life to walk in.
I’m not perfect. I still have things I’m working on. But I’m not who I used to be. And that’s because of Jesus.
And before I close, I want to speak to anyone who might be struggling with addiction—whether it’s alcohol or drugs, or anything else that has a hold on your life. I want you to hear this from someone who’s been there:
You are not alone. You are not beyond hope. You are not too far gone. And you are not defined by your worst moments.
I know what it feels like to wake up and say, “I’m done,” and then fall right back into the same cycle. I know what it feels like to hide your pain, to pretend you’re okay, to feel ashamed, to feel stuck, to feel like you’ll never break free. I know what it feels like to think you’re fighting a battle you can’t win.
But I’m standing here today as proof that God can break chains you thought were unbreakable. He can lift you out of places you thought you’d never escape. He can restore things you thought were destroyed. He can give you strength you didn’t know you had.
You don’t have to clean yourself up first. You don’t have to fix everything on your own. You don’t have to pretend you’re strong.
You just have to take one step—one honest step—and say, “God, I need You.” And He will meet you right there. Not with judgment. Not with anger. But with love, mercy, and power.
If He could take me—a man who was lost, hurting, and drowning in addiction—and give me a new life, He can do the same for you. Your story isn’t over. Your breakthrough is possible. Your healing is possible. Your freedom is possible. And when God sets you free. You don’t just get your life back, and you get a better one than you can ever imagine.
I share this today because I want people to know that God still breaks chains. He still restores families. He still heals hearts. He still changes lives. If He could take me from where I was—lost, hurting, disconnected—and bring me to where I am today, He can do the same for anyone.
I stand here today because of His grace. Because of His mercy. Because of His love.
Thank you, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
And I want to end with this verse, because it speaks to my journey—and to the journey God is still taking me on:
He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus (Philippians 1:6).
—Antonio Flores is a member of the Arvada Seventh-day Adventist Church. Photo by Liz Kirkland via Adobe Firefly.


























