I was raised knowing Jesus Christ. During my early growing-up years, I attended church regularly, mainly because my mother was the choir director and organist. I was baptized at the age of 14 or 15, but only because all the other members of my Sunday School were being baptized. Once I graduated high school, I drifted away from the church and over the next 20 or so years followed a few paths that I wish I hadn’t.
I began to learn about and develop a personal relationship with Jesus Christ through an excellent teaching pastor, a loving congregation, and participation in the choir
Then a co-worker and close friend invited me to a large Baptist Church, where I began to learn about and develop a personal relationship with Jesus Christ through an excellent teaching pastor, a loving congregation, and participation in the choir. I subsequently joined several Bible studies and small groups, all of which have been instrumental in helping me to continually grow in my faith.
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I’d been drinking all day long and pulled out into the path of an oncoming vehicle with a with a woman and all of her children packed into this car. They T-boned me and at that moment everything went blank.
One Sunday the music director said the handbell choir needed more members. I thought, “No, I wasn’t ready to get involved.” At the end of the service I found myself volunteering for bell choir!
One Sunday afternoon I was sitting drunk in a bar, and I’m looking around. The only ones in the bar were the bartender, some shady looking guy in the corner, my ex-boyfriend’s mom, and me. I heard this voice in my head say, “What am I doing here?”
This past year I found a black dot on my thumbnail that looked like a pencil point. Nothing much to it. Then it became an abrasion at the end of my nail. My doctor referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who found it to be malignant skin cancer.
At that point I said, “I can’t do this myself. It’s in your hands, God.” That part I remember clearly. It turns out that it was really, really was up to Him (and a good surgeon).
So when drugs and alcohol came around, it was easy for me to say “yes,” because I didn’t have anything in me saying “no” anymore. As I got more involved with drugs, I got into more crime. I started committing violent crimes, selling drugs, abusing drugs ended up back up in prison.