For as long as I can remember, I really had nothing to complain about. I had a great childhood, an awesome sister, two loving parents and great friends. My parents made sure that my sister and I felt loved every single day. They gave us their time, their attention, and whatever they had to make us happy. They invested in my education by making me go to great private schools, enrolling me in the team sports of my choosing, and being very much involved in every single step of my upbringing. Like I said, nothing to complain about.

I grew up in a Christian household. Both of my parents were Christian and the values that stemmed from their beliefs were the very foundation of my childhood education. Generosity, compassion, integrity, empathy, love, all were important pillars in our lives. I went to church every single week, practically from the day I was born. On December 6 1996, my mother sang at church during a friday service with her newborn in her arms. I was nine days old at the time. So, I guess I can say that I was born in the church.

As the years went by, I was more and more involved in the church ecosystem. I was there every sunday, everyone knew who I was, and I knew who they were. I went to every youth group outing, every special event, every concert, you name it. I was there for it all. But why? Why was I at every single church event? Maybe because I liked the people that were there, or because my parents encouraged me to go, or because I was one of the “cool” kids. Honestly, I can probably think of a million reasons why, but one of them was definitely not on that list: a deep desire to know God. Yes I was young, but I always had the lingering feeling that the God I was supposed to love, glorify, and seek was my parents’ God, not mine. I never chose to go to church, I never chose to give my life to Christ. I was simply following my parents while being a good boy in the process.

I guess that’s the hard part about growing up in a christian family. Always asking yourself if you would have chosen to follow God if your parents didn’t raise you in that world. A difficult question to answer, and one I am sure many people have asked themselves at one point or another.

Anyhow, it wasn’t really something that I spent a lot of time pondering on at that time. So time passed, years went by and at the age of 18, I got baptized. What did that mean for me? Honestly, I don’t really have an answer for you. Maybe because I felt I needed to do it, or because some of my friends did it. Nonetheless, on the day of my 18th birthday, I officially got baptized. My family was so proud, as well as my friends and my pastors at church.

However, I wasn’t actually the model of a “great christian” at that time. Even though I was well behaved most of the time, I was into some toxic habits, had bad influences, and was hiding it from most of the people I knew. Especially from myself. I mean, bad things only happen to others right? I never once thought that I had a problem, or that needed guidance. I honestly didn't really care. It just worked for me.

To make things worse, I was extremely disappointed by the Church at that time. Unfortunately, a series of events led me to drift away from that part of my life. It started with “I’m too tired to go to church today”, to “I don’t feel like going”, and finally I just stopped going altogether. I was at an age where my parents couldn’t force me to go, so they went and I stayed home.

At that moment of my life, I thought I had it good. I had my fun, a little too much fun.. I went out, partied, got wasted, got high, you name it. I felt like it was all normal. Everyone was doing it, and it would have felt weird not to hop on that bandwagon. Plus, I knew that I was in control of my body and that I wouldn’t allow myself to reach a point where I’d let my habits get the best of me (or so I thought). A little drink here, a little hit there, what was all the fuss about?

Amongst all that “fun”, my passion for music slowly re-emerged. A passion that was passed down to me by my parents, who had a deep love for music. Having been themselves part of the music business for many years, it was in their blood. Mark, a great friend of mine, a guy I grew up with, shared that same love. We started playing together in my parents’ basement. Now, fast-forward a couple years, what started out as a hobby between friends became an actual career. Music was our life, nothing else mattered. I had finally found myself. Music gave me a sense of purpose, an identity, and endless possibilities.

Something strange happened though. Just a couple days after we got the incredible news that our music project was now supported by the Canadian government, I still felt like it wasn’t enough. Was this event supposed to make me feel fulfilled? Wasn’t this the objective I was working towards for all these years? Why do I still feel this way? I should be happier by now, a lot happier…

Fast forward several months, Mark and I were preparing our first ever headline event. Our first live show in Montreal. It was a chance for us to prove to the world, and to ourselves, that we had what it took to make music for a living. Mark, Simon (our manager), and I had worked so hard to get to this point, and it was now our job to deliver. Thankfully, accompanied by some amazing musicians, the concert was a hit. Sold out show, great atmosphere, solid performance, we nailed it. And honestly, I felt at home. When I was on that stage, singing and entertaining the crowd, I knew that I was going to do this for the rest of my life. For once in my life, I knew what I was meant to do.

We had finally reached the end of that show and my head was in the clouds. I felt like a superstar. Everyone was coming to congratulate Mark and I for our amazing performance. As the people started leaving and heading out towards the afterparty, something happened. On that night, at that specific moment, May 22, 2021, something extremely powerful changed my life forever. It is almost impossible to describe what I felt inside. I was filled with a sudden burst of love, hope, confusion, indecisiveness, all at the same time. For some reason, I knew that at that moment, the God I had ran away from for so many years was reaching out to me. He spoke deeply to my heart for what felt like hours, but it happened in a fraction of a second. I had a choice to make. A choice that would mark the start of the rest of my life.

Oddly enough, the next day, I was flying out to Reunion Island to meet my wife’s (who was my girlfriend at the time) family for the first time. We had planned on staying there for six weeks. The longest time I ever spent away from the studio and my music project (before that, I hadn’t spent one day away from music since the start of my career). It’s funny how this divine intervention was immediately followed by this time off. Some time to think, to reflect and to make sense of all this. Coincidence? I doubt it.

As days went on, I started praying again. I wasn’t too sure how to go about it at first, being it had been years since I had last spoken to the man upstairs. I wanted to ask God what He wanted to reveal to me. I needed to know: why now? Why did He make me go through all of this, reach this point, and then show up unannounced? Why did He show up at the precise moment when everything was finally falling into place? I had so many questions, but so little answers. Luckily, I had my wife by my side to help me externalize my thought process. It must have been so annoying for her to hear me blab about my situation and my uncertainties for days, but she pulled through. For that, I will forever be grateful to her.

Then, on June 16 2022, something awesome happened. I was at the beach with my wife and my sister, and spent a couple minutes alone just watching the waves. I was stunned by the beauty of nature, by the greatness of our creator, and by how small we were in comparison. It was crazy to think that the designer of our world could care about someone as tiny as me. How on earth did He have the time to listen to my prayers? How could He care about me after everything I had done? Why did He give us all a beautiful planet to take care of, us humans who are undeserving of His love? Why did He persevere and not give up on me when I wouldn’t even give Him the light of day? And then it hit me. In the simplest of moments, I felt God speaking to my heart. I needed to share His greatness, His message of everlasting love that had changed my life, in the best way that I knew how: music. It suddenly all made sense. My choice wasn’t between making music and something else, it was between making music for the world (and for my own gain) or for Him (to share His glory). I came to realize that all this time, I was in training. I didn’t see it at the time, but I needed to go through this season of my life in order to accomplish even greater things for Him.

This period of my life made me realize that God doesn’t necessarily give us what we want, He gives us what we need. He knows our desires, He knows our strengths, our weaknesses, and He will make them all work together in order for us to accomplish His plan for our life. God is never on time, but He’s never late.

Then came the hard part: deciding what to do next. I could either act on this calling that I had received, or dismiss it all together and continue along the path that I was on. However, I was so convinced that the choice was obvious for me. I knew what I had to do, but acting on it was the biggest leap of faith I could ever make. But I took the leap, and said yes!

Fast-forward to today, even though it made me go through the most difficult season of my life, I am so grateful for what God has done and how he has blessed my life in so many ways. I am now happily married to the love of my life, I am pursuing a theology major at the University of Laval - ITF campus (Institut de théologie pour la francophonie), and I am blessed with the priviledge of making music everyday for the one who changed my life.

I am so excited to find out what God has in store for the next chapter of my life. My prayer is that He may use me as an ambassador in order to bring others to Him. That what He has done with me may be a source of hope and encouragement for others who desperately need it.

If God could do it for me, He can do it for you. Be blessed and I hope to get the chance to meet with you one day.