To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
Wyoming deserves leadership that puts our state first.
David Giralt grew up in Casper, served our country in uniform as an Army Ranger, and now he’s ready to serve Wyoming in Congress.
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Great to run into my friend, Secretary of the VA @RepDougCollins in Gainesville today!
Appreciate the hard work he is doing to put veterans first every day!
Feliz Cinco de Mayo, jefe Jackson!
Georgia’s Illegal Alien Employer of the Year... nobody does it better.
While Georgians are begging for secure borders, Slick Rick keeps putting foreigners first and ignoring the law.
Sad!
That didn't take long: Lt. Gov. Burt Jones' campaign is out with an attack ad highlighting Rick Jackson's "I don't know" debate answer on whether he's employed workers who are in the U.S. illegally. "He's not just hiring illegal immigrants. He's lying to Georgians." #gapol
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Being a true conservative means having the courage to say no.
And I do, often.
To Democrats and the Left.
To special interests.
And yes, even to members of my own party.
If it were up to the insiders at the Gold Dome, I wouldn’t win this election.
But it’s not. It’s up to you.
After 12 years in the U.S. Army, I'm ready to serve again. Wyoming native, Army Ranger, and America First Republican David Giralt is running for Congress here in state of Wyoming.
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Seems like a good a day to re-up this South Carolina historical treasure from the former Senator from Clarendon about liquor, “the oil of conversation.”