From childhood to graduating high school

Greetings in Christ,
I grew up in a "Christian" home grew up in the "church" going there my whole life. I even accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior when I was four years old sitting on my mothers lap. I remember this because we had gotten in an accident. I have always been a very spiritual intone individual even at a very young age. My life was far from normal, I grew up in a Christian home as I said, but my family's lives were very far from God.
I grew up with my father serving in the Army as a Lt. Colonel. He was a very quiet man yet at the same time he was also very controlling and manipulative. I can recount several times he beat my older brothers, and abused me verbally not to mention mentally as well. My mother tried to make up for all of this of course by being both the mother and the father. This of course did not work and only led to further tension in the home. I can remember so many times when I wished all the fighting would end, but it never did.
My parents and my older brothers tried to hide everything from me growing up, so that I wouldn't be exposed to it. How I regret that to this day. The hypocrisy and double standard in my family's home was really bad. Spiritual tension was a reality that I lived with growing up.
I was sent to "church" to be good a good little boy. The truth was at this time, I wasn't a good little boy. I was an anger kid with a temper to back it up. I would get in fights to take out my anger on other kids. So many times I was in the principal's office. In fact my parents had to send me to a private school because I was such a bad kid. I would smash kid's noses and the like. My anger wasn't focused and it definitely wasn't healthy. I was labeled "ADHD" and "BIOPOLAR" because I couldn't control my anger. Thankfully that diagnosis proved to be wrong later in my teenager years when I got out from under the massive amount of pills the doctors had me on to “sedate” me.
What happened next I will never forget. One night my dad and I were fighting, after we got done fighting, I went up to my mom and told her I cannot handle fighting with my dad. Within the next few weeks my parents were separated.
I of course was hanging out with the wrong crowd, yet I was still a leader at the church I was going to as well as at school. I was living a double life just like my parents. Then the truth smacked me in the face like a hammer. God had put several people into my life at this time who were really godly men. They helped to model for me what being a Christian man is all about.
I was on a mission's trip when this happened when God just broke through my distorted view of Himself and it just broke me. It was a long and hard road back to restoration. There was a problem of course. At this time I was addicted to pornography. This went on for years till one day I just couldn't hack it anymore and said enough is enough.
Then the year after that mission's trip which was my freshmen year in high school I went on the same mission's trip. There God once again spoke to me and took me to another level in Him. When I was six years old I remember God speaking to me so clearly its words were like fire in my bones. God told me that I would be a vehicle to bring the Body back to Unity and order and that families would be restored and lives would be changed through the ministry He was calling me into. Little did I know till my freshmen year in high school what that would mean. The Lord had to take me literally through the fires of hell to show me what this meant.
Another year went by and my life was in shambles yet still. I was still involved in leadership. At this point I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what I was supposed to do but I was stubborn. I went on that same mission's trip again, and it was my junior year now in high school. God spoke to me so clearly there that I got on my knees and started weeping clearly yet I was still stubborn. I wanted to be a professional golfer and nothing would stop me from that. God was still at work in me.
Then it happened my junior year. I was on my knees in my room. I had to move out of my house because my mother was treating me so poorly. I was living with my middle brother just outside of Seattle, Washington. The Lord spoke to me as clearly as light is day.
He told me I had to forgive my parents and that He was going to bless me beyond anything that I had ever seen. And the next day I walked down the road with my father and I forgave him for all the emotional abuse that he had done to me and my family. I didn't have to do this but the Lord told me something else. That summer at camp the Lord a few months before that had told me that because of this act that I had done He was going to move like never before at the youth group camp.
The camp was jam packed. Our youth group had almost four hundred kids at this camp. We were all around pasture participating in a rodeo. The rodeo was almost over when all of the sudden one of the freshmen riding a horse (which was part of the rodeo) at the last lap the horse fell down and died for no apparent reason at all because the horse was in top flight condition. At that moment I knew what God was up to because He spoke to me. Everyone literally was weeping it didn't matter who you were. God moved there I mean you couldn't hardly breathe the Presence of the Holy Spirit was so strong. There was weeping, repentance all over the place. It was truly glorious. As I looked around I said, "Lord is that what you meant earlier this year?" Then I walked outside and sat on a chair and then the Holy Spirit came upon me so strongly I bowed my head and started weeping uncontrollably. I could see nothing but pure white light as if the Presence of the Holy Spirit was just right there upon me. My eyes couldn't open either. I came out of it and saw that a bunch of my friends were around me to hug me and love me. They will never know what that meant to me.
My senior year in high school came around. I had a strong feeling because of what the Lord was doing that I was going to enter into the Pastoral ministry. My plans were to go to a bible college yet my heart was still set on golf. How silly I am! Yet God was still working on me.
The Lord then put me in a position of great responsibility. I moved back home to my hometown in Washington. This came with a great price. I had to live with a bunch of friends during the summer months because my own mother wouldn't accept me back into her home. God had a plan. Then after I had lived with quite a few of my friends they suggested that I move into a shelter so I had a stable place to live. I moved to a homeless shelter in downtown Seattle. I lived there for two months with all sorts of drug dealers and what not. Yet at the same time the Lord had placed me as the senior class leader for my class at church. I was singly responsible for putting all the leaders in my senior class youth group in place. I actually got to pick who was on the senior class leadership team and call the meetings and what not. It was really cool! But I wanted to be closer to my friends not having to wake up at in the morning to travel across Lake Washington to go to school just to be close to my friends. Then the Lord two months after living in a shelter provided me with my own place to live closer to all my friends. It was so awesome and truly mind blowing experience for me.
Part 2 coming tomorrow