David Palmer

David PalmerLetting God Choose

My name is David Palmer. I am a paint specialist at L-3 Communications. I use the latest technology in stripping paint, painting planes and aircraft parts. I tint and blend paints to match existing colors. I would like to tell you my story.


We live in Celeste, Texas. We home-schooled our combined twelve children. Our children have been active in musicals and dramas at the Greenville Auditorium. I am learning time management while balancing work and family.

I grew up in a Christian family and went to church every time the doors were open. I had a childhood salvation experience when I was six years old.  I didn't really have an understanding of what it meant at the time. I was involved in children's choirs and other church ministries. In my teenage years, I developed a drug problem. I started experimenting with alcohol and drugs. As my heart grew colder towards the Gospel of Jesus Christ, I continue to drift away. I joined the Army at seventeen years of age for the purpose of drinking alcohol. The alcohol affected my ability to I served my country. After nineteen months, I was released from the Army. I drifted from place to place. I was semi-homeless for a time. I did not really settle down in a career or location. I had a failed marriage and a child. While watching the World Series, I was intently listening to the Most Valuable Player (MVP) of the 1988 Dodgers, Orel Leonard Hershiser IV. He was invited to say a few words on live television. He spoke with humility and gave the glory to God for the Dodger’s success. My heart was beginning to soften towards God. I thought to myself, “Orel you deserved the award. You earned it.”

I was trying to settle into a routine of working, paying my bills and child support, and had a live-in girlfriend. As I was working for a printing company in Plano, Texas, I would visit with customers. They would talk about different things, but mostly they would talk about religion. Initially, I had a rejection to religious talk, but I found myself listening to their conversations even when I should have been doing other things. One day while at work, I heard the word prodigal spoken. Not into my ears, but into my heart or my spirit. I knew that it came from God and that I hadn't drifted so far away from Him that I couldn't go home. My brother-in-law invited me over to his house for his birthday party. After celebrating with him, he said, “I noticed something different about you. I'd like to talk to you after everyone leaves.” He presented “The Roman Road” from my childhood New Testament Bible. I listened intently and prayed the “Prayer of Salvation” with him and truly meant it. I didn't feel anything at that moment, but God knew my heart. This was on a Saturday evening. The next day I saw a church that had message on the marque, “Welcome! Sign up Singles.” I went into the church and felt welcomed. I presented myself to the pastor that Sunday after the church service. I knew that I needed to be baptized, and he said, “Be here at 5 p.m.” I probably should have called my mom and let her know, but I wasn't thinking.

The next day my brother-in-law came by with some beer, and I was always up for a beer. But when he came over, there was something different that happened. I remember that the color of the fall leaves were more vibrant. I was listening to the birds, and all the other sounds around me. But when I opened the beer, it didn't feel right in my hands. After I took a couple of sips of beer, it didn't taste right. I didn't even finish it. That was my last drink. My heart started to change, and I was examining the music that I listen too. At first I thought that it was not important. It's just music. But when I listened to the lyrics, I thought that I don't really want to listen to this, and changed the radio station to Christian contemporary music. I became a voracious Bible reader. I would get off from work at 5 p.m., go home, and fix my dinner. Then I would read my Bible until I fell asleep. I went through the New Testament rather quickly. It took a month to read, and then I started on the Old Testament. I found myself wanting something more, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I had a desire to do some kind of ministry and discovered jail ministry. I was living in Garland and going to church in Austin, Texas. One Sunday, while I was visiting this church in Austin, they asked me to come down to the front, and they were going to pray for me. I went down to the altar and received the baptism of the Holy Spirit. However, I didn't speak in tongues. That came later when there was more power in my life.

 I found these things called podcasts, that I could listen to on my phone and downloaded a lot of different Christian teachings. One of these teachers was Sid Roth who was teaching about the baptism of the Holy Spirit and praying in tongues. As I listen to his teaching, I did just as he said. I was able to receive the gift of praying in tongues. I would treat my job with the men and women that I work with at L-3 as part of my ministry, along with ministry to my family, my church family, and Full Gospel Businessmen.

After my baptism experience, I was able to join one of the local jail ministries in Garland, Texas.  I would go weekly. I was single at that time, and I was looking for a Christian woman to share my life! I found some candidates that either I rejected or they rejected me. I told God that I don't want to date anyone until it's the woman that You want me to marry. I made a list and waited on God. God brought Stacy into my life. Before we were married, I heard a crazy teaching on the sin of Onan, and I proposed that to Stacy. She accepted, and we would let God chose the size of our family. Stacy was the one that said, “Let's have lots of babies.” She found a teaching about a full quiver and we had eight children during the first eleven years. We waited almost 10 years after that to have our last child five years ago.  “Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They shall not be ashamed. But shall speak with their enemies in the gate” – Psalm 127:5 (NKJV).

David Palmer's Hearing His Voice Testimony

David Palmer's Testimony