O LORD; hear my prayer, listen to my cry for mercy; in your faithfulness and righteousness come to my relief.
Psalm 143:1
Do not withhold your mercy from me, O LORD; may your love and your truth always protect me.
Psalm 40:11
Have mercy on me, O GOD, have mercy on me, for in you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.
Psalm 57:1
Hello Highly Favored Survivor and Receiver of God's Mercy!
I was baptized on September 18, 1996 and was sexually assaulted on November 22, 1996. Although I attended church regularly growing up, I didn't get really serious about developing a relationship with the Lord until I was saved then baptized in 1996. At that time, my life changed dramatically. Every time the church was open I was there; attending every regular service, prayer service, sunrise service, Tuesday Night bible study, Friday Night Service, Saturday Morning Soup Kitchen, ministry anniversary, Women's Ministry Meeting, choir rehearsal, event rehearsal, you name it--I was there. I was in church so much, my friends stopped inviting me out to gatherings and events because they knew that I would decline in favor of some kind of church service.
As I began to learn more and more about the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I thought to myself, "The Bible is a huge book with a whole lot of little words in it. How was I going to read that whole thing and know every scripture forwards and backwards?" Rev. Jenkins preached in one of his Sunday morning services that , you don't have to know everything thing in the bible, but what you do know, you better know it good. That was all I needed to hear as I felt a tremendous burden being lifted from my shoulders. So every morning I'd carry my bible with me when I left for work. Then I would sit in my car and read the 23rd Psalm over and over again until I memorized it in it's entirety while my car warmed up before driving to work.
It was a cold November night and I felt a little uneasy in my spirit as I walked up the dimly lit stairs and path to my apartment building's front door; but none-the-less I kept walking. As I approached the door I look up and see a man standing at the door but off to the left of me. He's wearing a mask, leather jacket, dark pants, boots, leather gloves, and is holding a gun pointed directly at me. I immediately start reciting the 23rd Psalm...
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever. Amen.
I then pray in my spirit, "O LORD JESUS have MERCY on me, please, please O God. I don't know what's about to go down but I know you can and will protect me." As this person instructed me to walk around to the back of the apartment building, I recited the 23rd Psalm over and over and prayed to the Lord to spare my life and to have mercy on me...and He did. The devil was so angry that I gave my life to Christ, that he launched this brutal attack on me. "...what the devil meant for evil, God meant for good..." (Genesis 15:20) It's 15 years later and I'm still here, finally telling my story because the Lord told me that there is someone in this world that needs to hear it. Is it you???
With love,
Phynyxx Skyy