He gives power to the faint and weary, and to him who has no might He increases strength [causing it to multiply and making it to abound]
The Lord God is my Strength, my personal bravery, and my invincible army; He makes my feet like hinds' feet and will make me to walk [not to stand still in terror, but to walk] and make [spiritual] progress upon my high places [of trouble, suffering, or responsibility]!
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Here's my sexual assault survival story...I am a 15 year sexual assault survivor. When I was 24 years old, I'd made two major decisions in my life. The first was to move out on my own into a new apartment and the second was to give my life to Christ.
On Friday, November 22, 1996, I returned home from a friend’s house earlier than I had expected. As I walked with my head down, carefully watching each step up the dimly lit path towards the entrance of the apartment building, I noticed that a few lights were blown which made it even darker. I lift my head to reach for the door knob and noticed a man standing there pulling a mask over his head.
He immediately pulled out a handgun, pointed it straight at me and says, "Give me your purse and turn around and walk that way." We walked to the back of the apartment building, and I began to recite the 23rd Psalm. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want...
We continued to walk through the woods while he blurts out all kinds of obscenities and I continued to pray to God to help me. Just then we finally get to clearing of grass, then he walked from behind me, stood in front of me, pointed the gun right at my forehead. I cringed as the touch of the cold steel sent chills throughout my body. I begin to frantically plead for my life, he told me to shut up and to get down on my knees. I was forced to perform orally on him as he pointed the handgun at my left temple. After a brief moment of that, he forced me to lie down on the cold wet grass.
I thought to myself as I lay there on the cold crisp grass that was dampened with dew, "My, look at all the stars out in the sky tonight how beautiful they are; but where's the moon?" It was all I could do to take my mind off of what was about to happen to me. I could feel the cold steel of the handgun pressing into the left side of my stomach as he proceeded to violently take what belonged to me, the most private part of me...
For a moment I felt nothing; I felt numb as he continued to push into me. It was like I was in limbo; neither here nor there. I remember silently praying, "God, please help me." And then something happened! It was as if God had taken my spirit out of my body and up with Him. I was having an out-of-body experience; out of my body and into God's Presence! I knew my body was lying on the grass being brutally assaulted at gunpoint by this crazed person, but I had an aerial view of this horrible event taking place. I could see everything as if God had taken me up to sit at His feet, hallelujah! God wanted to be sure that my spirit was not harmed in any way, shape, or form. And although my body was harmed, my spirit was not.
After the awful attack, I was advised by my friends and family to seek the help of a professional to help me heal; reluctantly I accepted, but only after a few couple of months did I actually see a therapist. In the meantime, I spent a lot of time in prayer, seeking God for answers as to why He allowed this to happen to me and asking Him to heal the scars left behind from the assault.
God revealed to me that He allowed me to survive being sexually assaulted so that I may be a beacon of light to those women who have suffered through this and to help them heal and move forward with their lives. God told me that there is someone out there that needs to hear my story. Was it you?