Shout Out-Max Reeves

This is to honor you Max and to say how proud of you I am for telling your story from meth, needles, guns, Brice Hospital and jail, to God. The Lord is using you in a mighty way to help others. You are His servant and He smiles on you. May He continue to show you favor in Jesus Name.

Recovering addicts are warriors who have found the courage to fight. They aren’t just fighting for themselves, but also for the people who love them. Giving up the drugs, alcohol etc. will be one of the most difficult things they ever do. The agony of withdrawals, the tears, guilt and then maintaining sobriety will be a battle. It is a constant fight every day, but they don’t have to do it alone. They will either work on recovery or find themselves in a relapse. Jesus will help every step of the way. The Bible says I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world.

 One of Max’s experiences is further down. “If You Do Meth Read This” is about the life of a meth user. A must read.

 Max and I became Face Book (FB) friends when Jim Herbowy went to be with the Lord. I have found myself often reading his posts. His story will give hope to anyone who has experienced drug addiction or are the family/friend of a drug addict. Max lays it on the line. He’s plain spoken and direct about his addiction and about what God has done to transform his life. All the Glory to God.

 I have taken some of Max’s FB posts and put this together. I hope I have done him justice.

 God Bless. Heal the brokenhearted, bind up all their wounds.


 There is power in numbers. There is power in testimony. There is power in the Word of God and there is power in the name of JESUS!!! How else what a demon possessed needle junky have made it out. Surrender to His will. Use your life for His glory. Help the next man. 

 I, the worst needle junky to ever crawl out of refuge am 9 months clean. GLORY TO GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! Now come near all of you who fear God and let me tell you what He has done for me.

 Without God I would still be using or dead! I would still be sleeping in the briars. Digging holes to hide in. I would still be alone. Starving and eating things that would make a Billy goat puke. I would still be suicidal, homicidal, and agoraphobic. With no power, no water, no heat and no air. The bugs would still be eating me. And I would still be a slave to fear!

 God didn’t take away my addiction. He took away my shame, my fear, my guilt, my anxiety, my depression, my sorrow, and my despair!!!! Which in turn took away my addiction!

 MY CHAINS ARE GONE!!! I’VE BEEN SET FREE!!!  God has surely listened and He has heard my prayer! Praise be to God who has not rejected my prayer or withheld His love from me!! Be strong, take heart all of you who hope in the Lord!!!

 I couldn’t do anything right while I was using. Nothing good ever happened to me and never would if I hadn’t read that Bible. Nothing would have ever changed and I would be dead by now. Every day that I live and anything I accomplish is because of God and is a gift of His Grace. That is why I say GLORY TO GOD!!!!!!! GLORY TO GOD I don’t have to live like that anymore!  Glory to God for giving me a reason to live!!!

 Make a stand that everyone will see. Let them know that you are sick and tired of being sick and tired. Let them know that you have found a better way. There is power in testimony. And God can use your story for His glory. Now somebody testify. Give God the glory that He deserves because without Him you will fail. Let me save you some pain! I have tried everything else. Nothing works. With man this is impossible but with God all things are possible.

 I could not get clean until I done some serious reading in the Bible. Then I began to memorize scripture. Then I started listening to nothing but Christian music. I started to notice something. My guilt and shame, my worries had vanished! My fear had disappeared. The reasons I used to use were gone and so was the urge. GLORY TO GOD!!!

Max’s story: If you do METH read this.

The first thing that they do when you get to Brice Hospital is they take a picture of your brain to see how bad the damage that you’ve done is. To see if they can help you at all. There’s people up there that are still stuck in trips which is what happened to me at jail. 2 weeks after I had quit using I was in E- pod. Which is where they put you when you’re dangerous. That’s where they sent me as soon as I came through booking. I never saw a regular pod and the chief of police told Garfield the warden that he couldn’t even let me out till he called up there and told him to. Probably something to do with me telling John Sharren that the law had illegally tapped my Phones and would never get the chance to do it to anybody else again. When they came for me they sent a duce and a half with ten cops in the back. A helicopter and a drone. This was on Mother’s day. I had run from them every day for two weeks. They couldn’t catch me and I was dangerous. Every time they came in my dirt road I would hear them. Not the motors because they would try to come in slow. Until they got to the top of the hill of course where they would hit the gas and try to catch up to me before I hit the woods and disappeared. But the rocks crackling under their tires always gave them away long before they could hit the gas. That and my lookouts.

I had long stopped staying in my trailer. I stayed outside now so I could hear them coming. And you better believe I was tuned in. I had knocked my street light out with a rock because I felt like they were watching me from the woods. They could see me but I couldn’t see them. I barely had hair on my legs from ripping through the briars. Every time I crawled out of the woods here they came again. I was surrounded TERROR ON EVERYSIDE. On one side I had Mom trying to save me from myself. I weighed about 140 by now and couldn’t hardly walk much less run through the woods every time I was spotted. And then I had the neighbors on the other side pretending to be my friends so I would feed their habit. Calling the law on me when I wasn’t looking. Didn’t think I knew about that did you. I’ve got ears and eyes everywhere.

Anyway, I was under attack and running out of strength. I had to make a move quick or die. I had no food. I had no water. I had no power. I had no phone. I had no heat. But I was used to all of this. Now, I had no family, no friends. No one to hear me scream and enemy’s everywhere. Plotting to take my life. They wanted me in jail bad. They were scared of me. All of um including the law. And who could blame them. I wanted to die and had a pistol tied to my wrist. I was having delusions. Bad ones. Everyone was against me. Darkness was my closest friend! They wanted to disarm me and I couldn’t let that happen. There was too much on the line. I couldn’t let the law just come in and take from me what I had lost so much to protect. And I would have rather died than let them do this shit to anyone else. No, they had messed with the wrong one.

Every time I went anywhere I took my two duffle bags of phones. Computers and SD card with me. When I still had power, back in the good old days I would pack up my modem, router and all that good stuff to. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t keep a Facebook to save my soul. I would get locked out of them somehow cutting me off from the world until I was alone. Lonely, starving, and cold. Wet a lot of the time. I stank because I had no water to take a bath. I wasn’t going to jail for no bath so I flipped a canoe over and set buckets under the overhangs on the shed and porch. Catch me some water so I could bath and make Raman noodles with rain water.

I’ve eat animals out of season. Rabbits with fleas and ticks all over um. It was better than risking going to jail and I wasn’t gonna beg for shit. I wasn’t even gonna ask anymore. I was mad at the world! I was hurt so bad I wanted to die! I had nothing left to live for. No reason to fight on.

I couldn’t find the courage to shoot myself and I wasn’t going back to jail. I would die first. I would make them kill me. Do um all a favor. Ain’t like nobody cared. Why you think I ran around with a gun tied to my wrist. That was a technique I had come up with to keep mama from calling the law on me and if she did I was gonna make sure it was the last time. I was going to make sure they had to kill me.


When I got to jail I couldn’t do one lap! I crawled to my bunk! I said the only prayer I knew. I prayed to die!!! I didn’t use the bathroom for 8 days. I was starved and dehydrated! Now I can work a 12 hour shift climbing stairs all day. GLORY TO GOD!!!

Hard times and high waters on the road that I have wondered. 

Bridges left burning. 
A lot of dead end learning. 
Stone walls that I’ve built up. 
Trapped by the way I’m living. 
I want to sing a song of deliverance!
I will lift my hands and drop my chains!
Walk out free in JESUS name. 
I will sing a song of deliverance.
Hallelujah!!! I AM FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Glory to God!