At the age of eleven a burglar broke in our house, stabbed my mother to death and stabbed me thirty-nine times. And then I was saved. I was so excited!
It was / is the grace of God why I'm still alive. Now I live with the conviction to encourage those that's been scarred and can't move on... Sitting on the pew in church, my hands start to sweat as I was very fidgety. I couldn’t stop looking at others as they stood up with their hands lifted up toward God giving Him praise. Not only that, it felt like there was a beam of light shining right on my
forehead. I hesitated for a while and then I stood up and ended up in the middle isle, heading toward the altar to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior. The preacher spoke and asks me to repeat the words of repentance, forgiveness, and acceptance. One week later was Labor Day in 1984. We had our traditional celebration which was the best event of the summer. We always had a really good time. Once the celebration was over, it was time to go back to school. That night after preparing for the first day of school, I fell into a deep sleep with a smile on my face. Suddenly, I heard my mother screaming. I jumped up and ran in her room and seen a man of slender build, towering over my mother in the dark with a knife in his hand. Everything was happening so fast. I ran away and ended up in the closet and began to pray frantically, “Jesus, I don't want to die!” After the prayer, I received the courage to go get help. I began to sneak down the hallway, seen the phone and attempted to call family that lived down the street. Eventually the burglar noticed me and charged at me with his knife and began stabbing me. He stabbed me approximately thirty-nine times in the face, back, neck, arm and foot. My mother getting up from her injuries ran after him to get him off of me. Unfortunately, he was too strong, so he threw her off and continued to attack my mother and myself until we were unable to move. Barely alive, I kept my eyes open and watched him take my mother's life away. There was nothing else I could do but just lay there. After he left the house, a voice said, “Go to sleep.” As I began to fall asleep the Spirit of the Lord spoke and said "Get up!" Immediately I began
to receive strength in my body and was able to stand, walk and get help. I was rushed to the hospital straight into surgery. The doctor said I wasn't going to survive but only a couple of hours because I was severely injured. After a couple hours passed, medical staff was dumbfounded because they expected me to die but God intervened and performed a miracle in their midst. During my duration in the hospital, medical staff said I wouldn't talk or walk anymore but to God be the glory, I've been healed and can walk and talk! At the age of eleven I was challenged with this trial that seemed to be too much for a young person to handle. But I understood enough to hearken to the voice of the Lord. Only because I trusted God I survived. For several years I carried the mindset of being a victim? I accepted my tragedy as defeat. However, it was only by the grace of God that my mindset changed and understanding that I am no longer a victim but a victor! (Romans 8:35-39) I live with the conviction to tell my testimony of how it is possible to change a horrific situation into a victory by the leading of the Lord. Therefore I am persuaded to encourage, strengthen, and motivate those that's broken hearted, discouraged, can't forgive, unhealed, and those that have given up on life because of the trial they face. We are not scarred for death but scarred for life! http://www.cbn.com/media/player/index.aspx?s=%2Fvod%2FRR52v3_WS
