My Jeans And My God.

I was in my early teen years, still innocent, trusting and unassuming.  There was in our neighbourhood a lady who had become like a family friend and has gained trust in our home. She was a very jovial lady in her mid-thirties I believe. She never got unnoticed when she walked into a room; she had a way of throwing in some happiness and made everyone laugh with her jokes. I used to run errands for her go to the stores or just help her out when she needs my help. We spoke the same language so I just kind of saw her as a relative. My mum never objected, she is full of trust; she brought us up to help anyone who is in need of our help.

When we got into the house he led us to the sitting room upstairs.  And when we got upstairs he invited us to another room which I discovered to be his bedroom. It was large and had a sitting area, I wondered a bit as to why they wanted me in there with them but dropped it since she was there with me. I refused to take my eyes off the TV, trying to mind my business. Suddenly it started; one of the greatest ordeals of my life, her “friend” walked up to me and started talking funny, I thought it was a joke until I looked around to discover my “big friend” was no longer in the room.

Next thing this huge guy with hard short breaths pulled me from the sitting area and carried me into his bed. I started calling “my big friend” but it dawned on me, she was in the know of what was going on. I looked at the door and realized it was already latched. I knew I had to fight, how I would be able to stop this hefty guy from doing what he wanted was still unknown.

 

My Jeans.
He put his hands on me, pleading and forcing, making annoying and frightening promises in between his short smelly breaths and pleas; I WAS SCARED! I thought to myself that if this guy had his way with me, I would probably not be able to walk again or I would die from bleeding. I kicked, hit, and fought to keep his hands off me. He held unto the waist of my jeans, struggling hard to undo the buttons, I cried and fought. My jeans had four buttons and he had undone two, in my fear I aimed hard with my knees and got him between his legs, and boy, did I really get him. He took his heavy, sweaty, smelly self-off me and held “himself”, groaning in pains. I ran to the door, quickly unlatched it, ran down stairs and saw “my big friend” waiting downstairs, sitting in front of the TV. I didn’t say a word, I just ran to the car (if I had cash on me I would have taken a taxi).

She joined me in the car few minutes later and we went home in silence- she didn’t say a word. That made me even angrier. How could she do this to me, how could she have wanted to use me this way after all the trust my family had in her? Of course now I know better, but I cannot help wondering how things would have been with me if they had succeeded. Thank God He delivered me from their wicked thoughts and plans.

When I got home I couldn’t tell my mum or dad… (Sounds familiar?). Couldn’t tell my brothers, I have three, which were all grown then, I was afraid they might kill her. I think I might have mentioned it to one of my sisters, not too sure.

These things happen every day; most times it does not end up like mine. We need to be careful, we need to be prayerful, we need to mind younger people under our influence, so they are not taken for granted, we need to teach and preach caution to them.  We need to love them and earn their trusts so they can share any and everything with us.

My God!
But I have to say I am grateful to God that He delivered me, He had mercy on me and did not allow me to be taken by the craftiness of the enemy, I know the real enemy behind this and I am glad I got the victory over him. Looking back, I can testify that God loves me, He didn’t allow what I could not bear to come upon me, and He made a way of escape for me, Halleluiah!

He disappointeth the devices of the crafty, so that their hands cannot perform their enterprise. Job-5:12 Click To Tweet

There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it. 1Corinthians 10:13

The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD. Isaiah-38:20 

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