How God Kept Me C/O Married To My Rapist
Hello, hello, hello family! Welcome to another week of inspiration and motivation. I know by this title that you are already intrigued. Let me just say this; you are in for a treat! No, this is not my story. This week’s contributor hails all the way from Waycross Georgia. Ms. Lorene Cobb agreed to bless us with a bit of inspiration this week and I am honored that she accepted. She wanted to share her testimony with us in her own unique way and cover a topic that she feels can sometimes be looked over in the church. Now I know you all are going to want to start a conversation with this one! So, without further a due…let’s go!
I thank God for giving me this opportunity to share this testimony with you. I thank First Lady King for considering me for this Monday.
I had no idea of what I was going to share with you all, but I kept hearing, “share your testimony”. This is only one of many:
I was 16 years old and in school, playing basketball. Very insecure. My parents didn't talk to us about boys, sex, or nothing. My sister, Mary tried to keep me sheltered and away from the clubs, but I was curious and kept sneaking in. (I was a back slider) I was a pretty good dancer. Earned the nickname, “Soul Train”. I was innocent, pure, a virgin. Never had kissed a boy.
So, I had the opportunity to go to another club with someone I knew. (It was nine miles away) So I took it, but things went from fun to fear. The driver told everyone that in order to ride with him, they had to drink a quart of beer. I was no drinker. One of the guys told him, “You know that girl don’t drink”. His response to everybody was “everybody that rode with me if they want to get back home, better drink the beer.” (fear) I remember drinking a cup. Still today I can’t remember anything else about that night.
A few months later the basketball team had a game in Albany Georgia. It was super hot on that bus. Once I stepped off the bus, I fainted. My teacher took me to the hospital. Guess what? I was pregnant! I didn't even know what I had done to get pregnant. I had to tell my daddy. I was so ashamed and afraid. I didn’t go back to school. I had a talk with the driver and asked him what happened that night. He said we made out in front of my daddy’s house. ( I didn't remember any of it)
I had my daughter three months later. He and his mom had talked to a judge that gave them temporary custody of her. From that point on, I started plotting how to get her back. Right after that, I found out that he was also seeing my neighbor who was 15 at the time and became pregnant. (He had been enlisted in the Army about a year at this time) So, a judge gave him an ultimatum. Either he married her or she was going to the detention center. He married her. The marriage lasted maybe a year. At this time, he was stationed in Germany.
The plot thickens. My opportunity to do some “get back” came. He started writing me and later asked me to marry him. My daddy told me, “girl, don’t marry that boy. Disobedience has consequences”. I did it anyway. Once he got me away from my family, the real him started coming out. The violence began. He was stationed in Fort Stewart when he busted my nose and kicked me in my private parts. I ended up having a miscarriage and an ectopic pregnancy. (the 2nd one) I told the doctor and his 1st Sgt about the abuse. Nothing was ever done for me or to him.
(This part is very important. How great God is.
I was visiting my daughter in his hometown about 14 miles away. I got sick out there and couldn't breathe. I remember my daddy used to tell us when you’re dying, the first thing that's cold is your feet.(don't know if that’s true, but that was my daddy’s story) I remember jumping out of the bed and running to the front porch where I passed out. I don't remember anything else until I got to the hospital. I was told that I had died for 5 minutes. A few months later is when I had my 1st ectopic pregnancy. I was in the shower when I felt a pop in my stomach. The pain was so bad I couldn't do anything but scream. My husband at that time took me to the hospital. They told me I was pregnant, but bleeding internally and they didn't know why. They sent me home and told me to call my Dr. he had me come into his office right away and told me what he thought and admitted me to the hospital. I was nine weeks and the baby had burst my tubes)
To make a long story short, at every duty station we were at, he got more abusive. He slammed my head on the kitchen floor which resulted in my having seizures. Once again, there are consequences for your disobedience. I must also so; warning before destruction.
1st Corinthians says: Know Ye not that ye are the temple of god and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you.
Psalms 10:4-5 says: The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts. His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
I was 15 years in this marriage because I couldn't (or rather didn’t know how to get out.) Once again, the military wouldn't help me. They took care of their own. I was sent to talk to a chaplain who told me it was my fault that I was getting abused. (really) I wanted to share this part of my testimony with you because the church does not talk about being abused.
Years later after my divorce, I couldn't sleep. ( I had returned back to my first love, Jesus) I had to go to him and ask him to forgive me for anything and everything he felt I had done to him. Forgiveness wasn't for him, but for me. I had such peace come upon me. I was able to talk to him afterward without getting angry. But it was several years after that, that God brought it back to my remembrance. I was married to my rapist. That’s how I got pregnant. Not once, but twice he raped me. There was physical, emotional, sexual, verbal, and mental abuse. But God kept me. I had come to realize he kept me because he has a purpose for my life. Even if I feel like I don’t know my purpose, it is to keep following him and listening to him. He will lead me to my purpose. God bless. To be continued…
God Is Everything.
He is the first and last. The beginning and the end. He is the keeper of creation and the creator of all. He is the architect of the universe and the manager of all times. He always was, he always is, and he always will be unmoved, unchanged, undefeated, and never undone. He was bruised and brought healing. He was pierced and eased pain. He was persecuted and brought freedom. He was dead and brought life! He is risen and brings power! He reigns and brings peace. The world cant defeat him, the schools can't explain him and the leaders can’t ignore him. Herod couldn't kill him, the Pharisees couldn't confuse him, and the people couldn't hold him! Nero couldn't crush him, Hitler couldn't silence him, the New Age can’t forget him
