I wasn't raised to be a methamphetamine manufacturer. I wasn't raised to be a drug dealer. I was raised in the church. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be in the in crowd. I wanted to feel accepted. Just growing up in school, I didn't really feel that accepted, so my next friend that I made, she was a cheerleader, and she was the life of the party. She knew everybody, and I thought that would be a perfect match for me because then I can get to know everybody, and she was fun to hang around with.
I got into all the things that my friend was into. She was an avid drinker, and by the time I was 16, I was drinking quite a bit. Pretty soon someone asked me if I wanted to have some cocaine, and I was invited to this party, and the cocaine was just running rampant. One thing led to another, and pretty soon I started to sell cocaine. I thought, "I can quit any time I want. That this really doesn't have a hold on me. I'm just doing this for fun." I was deceived.
I had a friend, she was in the same thing I was into. She was into manufacturing as well. One day, a train had went by, and somehow she didn't see the other train coming, and her body was just scattered. It was thrown from the car, her head was decapitated from her, and that right there just devastated me. I started thinking, "Is this all that life has to offer?"
My parents, in the mean time, had been praying for me that I would come back to the Lord. They actually had invited me to a prophecy seminar. The evangelist, he made a call. It's like I knew that the Holy Spirit was convicting me, but yet it wasn't even like it was me. I literally was picked up, and taken down to the front. I was just hysterically bawling. You can be raised in the church, and do all kinds of things, and the devil will make you think that God won't accept you back, but God is merciful. He is loving and it doesn't matter what you've done. He just wants you to come back home.
My name is JeAnn Davis, and I reclaimed my faith.