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This Is My Story 

January/February 2018

 

We all have a story to tell—our backgrounds, our accomplishments, and sometimes, our mistakes. Often, we know people for who they are in the here and now. It’s only when we know what God has brought people through and where He’s brought them from that we can rejoice with them in their testimonies of God’s goodness!

I was blessed to be raised by godly parents. If the church doors were open, we were there—whether it be for a church service or maintaining the house of God. However, as a thirteen-year-old girl, I experienced my most traumatic experience to date—while at church.

It was a cold night in early March. I’d been allowed to go to the parking lot to start and warm the family car. My mother and younger four siblings were just inside the church doors, preparing to join me in the car. My father was finishing playing music with another man in the church, as was so often their practice after service. I thought it was taking them awhile to join me so I dashed back in the church to see what was delaying them. I then went back to the car.

As I shut the driver’s door, the door behind me opened. My first thought was that one of my siblings had followed. However, a gun was put to my head and a gruff voice told me to start driving. I didn’t know how to drive! I quickly said as much and then was shoved to the passenger side of the car as the man climbed over the seat—gun in hand. As we exited the parking lot, I opened the door and jumped out, running for the church door. The man followed me, eventually catching up and knocking me out with the butt of the gun.

The story is longer than I have space for in this article, but God was watching over me. Even though I experienced lacerations, a concussion, and nightmares, God was merciful. My story could have had a much different ending. I praise God for His goodness and that He allowed a way of escape. I owe Him my life and devotion!

 

Melody Reever, Editor

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