Ready, Go, Snap


                                           For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence.

English: Adam & Eve in garden of Eden Русский:...
English: Adam & Eve in garden of Eden Русский: Адам и Еван в Эдемском саду (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

                                                                               ~Ps. 91:3

Deception and desire are gateways that lead to destruction.  In the garden of Eden, satan used both of these methods.  He deceived Eve into eating the fruit from the tree, “Knowledge of Good and Evil.”  When Eve ate of the forbidden fruit, she desired more of sin.  She enjoyed it so much that she gave it to her husband, Adam.  What did Adam do?  The Bible says that he ate it.  Oftentimes, we want things that aren’t good for us.  In the next several paragraphs, I’m going to share a true story about me falling in love for the first time.  I pray that this will inspire other me that God is real.

Ready

In the fall of 1991, I attended Oral Robert’s University.  It was my Sophomore year. I was a starry-eyed, sheltered young woman who wanted to prove my independence to my parents.  Around the Spring of the year, I met a fine, medium-height, dark-skinned man named ****, in the cafeteria.  I can’t remember all the details of how we met.  I know, that he had my head spinning, and my pulse racing. ((smiling)))

Everyday, he’d wait on me after class, and walked me to my dorm. He showered me with roses, serenaded me with old jams from, “Al Green,” and many others.  He wasn’t like the boys I dated in highschool. He was different, and he made me feel special. Did I mention that he wrote poetry? Yes, he read to me pieces that he wrote.  He was everything I wanted. I felt, that I was Ready for a relationship.

My parents soon recognized that something was keeping my attention from them.  Usually, I called my mother every evening, but when **** came into my life he became first.  My phone calls home ceased,and I stopped studying.  Then one Saturday morning, I decided to call my mother and she asked me, “Janiese why aren’t you answering my phone calls?”  I wanted to lie to my mom, but I knew, that she’d get the story out of me.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, I paused for a moment and said, “Mom I met this great guy.”

At first, she didn’t say anything.  She listened to me go on and on about how we  met.  Then she said, “Hold it right there. Now you’re too young for deep relationships.  Don’t forget about school. Where did he come from?”

I chuckled,” Mom you’re reading way more into this.  You make it seem as if he proposed.  We’re just having fun.”

Then my mom said, ” Janiese make sure that you keep God first, and concentrate on your studies.  A man can come later!”

After that she made me promise to call her every evening.

Go

On June 22, 1992, he pledged his love to me.  He felt that we needed to take our relationship to a deeper level.  He visited me at home on Summer break.  My parents went to the grocery store, so we were alone.  He brought me a beautiful silver necklace and earring set, two pages of a song he wrote, and some expensive perfume..  As he sang to me, I heard my mom’s words, “Please be careful.”   When he finished the song, he leaned over and kissed me.

At first it was slow and soft. Then it became deep.  My heart started racing, and I lost all sense of myself.  When we looked into each others eyes, his eyes were fiery red.  His hand grabbed my breast, and he whispered, “I love you.”  Then he stuck his hands between my thighs, and I  yelled, “Get off me!”  Then we heard my parents coming in the back door.  Quickly, he jumped off of me, and ran upstairs.  I  felt like. he took advantage of me.  In a few seconds,  he awakened feelings in me that I’d never felt before.

When my parents walked in, my mom grabbed me and asked, “Are you ok? You look flushed.”  Just as my father started to ask, where was he. He came downstairs with a sheepish grin on his face, like he won the lottery.  My father looked at me, and I put my head down.  Then he said, “Okay fellow..get your stuff!  I’m taking you to the airport.”  Later on, I found out that his pants had semen on them.  Apparently, it left a noticeable stain.

Snap

We have escaped like a bird from the snare of the fowlers; the snare is broken, and we have escaped

~Ps. 124:7

Flickr - Furryscaly - Where's Mom
Flickr – Furryscaly – Where’s Mom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I went back to school the following Fall semester, I felt, scared.  My father told **** to lose my number, and believe me my father knew how to intimidate.  My brother walked me to my dorm everyday after school.  I remember, feeling grateful that my brother and I wemt to the same school.

     After the first day of school, I started seeing him everywhere like the cafeteria, in some of my classes, and around campus.  He always wore that same sheepish smile on his face.  My brother encouraged me to act normal, and to keep moving.  Then my brother informs me that he and my ex were on the same floor.  Also, my brother told me that he had my pictures posted all over his room. I don’t know when and how he took these pictures of me, but my brother made me give every gift back to him.

     One day my brother couldn’t walk me home.  As I walked across campus my ex followed close behind me.  When I ran, he ran behind me. He yelled my name, but I kept running.  Everything about him was strange.  I felt like a caged bird, suffocating in a trap.  I ran across campus, and  I lost him in a crowd of basketball players.

     Eventually, I reported him, and the school made him move out.  Apparently, his father was Dean of students, and the school let him stay there rent free.  It took a long time for me to feel free.  Several people told me that I was lucky that he didn’t do anything to me because he raped a girl.  I thought back over this story, and I’m glad that God protected me from evil.  Satan tried to snap me in a trap, but God delivered me.

Be Blessed!

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