Testimonies

Dustin Roberts

Hello reader, and welcome to my attempt at giving you my life story as briefly as I can. Now, to begin here, I want to give a little background of who I am so that the rest of everything else makes more sense. I am Dustin Roberts, the son of Timothy and Veronica Roberts; I have been a military brat my whole life due to the fact my dad has been in the army for 25 years. As a result of this military brat status, I have moved 13 times in my 18 years of life, which has played a significant role in shaping me into who I am today. I have had the pleasure of meeting so many people alongside the pain of having to say goodbye to just as many. Anyways, that is just a bit of background about me, now to explain just how much God has been a blessing in my life.
     To truly begin, I was born in Oklahoma at Fort Sill on June 13th, 2006. For the first few years of my life, my family was incredibly inconsistent with church, and looking back now, we certainly did not escape the price for it. We eventually started somewhat regularly going to church in Tacoma, Washington; however, it was a non-denominational church and did not move my heart toward the Lord in any proper way. After that, my family down to San Antonio, Texas where I started to develop in my mindset toward church, but never really got fully sold into it.
     Right around this time, I also began falling into the vice grip of worldly addictions which seriously stunted any growth in the faith that would have taken place in my life at that time. Unfortunately, this would mark the beginning of a downward spiral in my life in which I continually drifted away from God which in turn only made my life more miserable. I struggled hard and fell into depression only to be amplified by the pandemic. With a mind filled to the brim with nothing but hopelessness and hearing the news that my family would have to move again, I had decided that enough was enough. I was tired of living in a world that seemed to want nothing to do with me, and I attempted to take my own life. Thankfully, God had a bigger plan in store for me whether I wanted to or not. My parents placed me in a mental institution, and I recuperated mentally, but spiritually I was still dead. Soon after, I returned to the very same things that had kept me shackled up in my own mind for so long, but it would not be long before God intervened.
     Flash forward to June of 2024, and I am preparing to go up to a church camp. I did not want to go in the slightest bit, but an unseen hand moving amid my parents and youth pastor made it, so that I practically had to go. I can only thank God I did. My mindset was in all the wrong places, and yet on June 14th, 2022, through the words of Pastor Park Sutton, I finally gave up my pride and knelt at the altar on the right hadn side of that tabernacle and was saved. I remember distinctly feeling light as a feather, finally free of the weight of my failures, pain, and feeling of insignificance. I was not shouting from the rooftops, but I was unfathomably joyous at the thought of how my life was about to change.
     Speaking of change, ever since that day my life has steadily been growing and getting better. Under the influence of many good godly men, I have gotten to know God more each day and furthered my walk with Him continually. Of course, with that, I heard the calling to preach and for about a year responded only with “there is no way God could really want me.” After falling under conviction time after time, I finally responded to the call and gave up my life in full service to God.

There is not a day that goes by in which I cannot thank God for saving, changing, and using a sinner like me!