How Did I
SURVIVE & OVERCOME Domestic Violence By: Prophetess Covington
I
am a Sixty-five-year-old mother of two, grandmother of ten, and great grandmother of three. I’m so grateful to God that He has kept me and that I don’t look like what I have been through. I was a child born into rejection, one who has been abused, in some way, by every man that has been in her life. If it wasn’t for the Lord by my side, I really don’t know where I would have been. Being rejected as a child and not having the love that I needed caused me to look for love in all the wrong places and to feel less than I am. I had low self-esteem and was extremely shy or timid. My need to be loved made me allow myself to be mistreated and abused by men. I met my ex-husband at a sports bar when I was backsliding. I’ve always loved the Lord and grew up in the church, but because of my issues of rejection, I wanted a man who would love me. Little did I know
I was in for a rude awakening. Shortly after we met, we moved in together. Things were okay but not great. He acted as if he cared for me, but deep down inside, I knew he didn’t. I started going back to church. I joined and was very active in the Ministry. I went to school to become a minister, and graduated to become a certified Evangelism Trainer. I was living a double life because only one person who was my friend in the church knew I was living in sin. I felt unclean and convicted every day, but I didn’t stop. This man was cheating, and I knew it. Even when I found out, he laughed. I accepted his fake apology and dealt with it. This went on for about a year. I started getting depressed and always worrying about what he was doing, when he wasn’t at home. One evening, sitting at home, I heard a voice say “Leave him.” I started
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feeling a stirring in my spirit, and I knew that it was God because I heard Him say it again, “Leave this man.” I started looking for a place and told him I couldn’t live in sin anymore, that I was leaving. He called me from work one night, crying, said he was sorry and asked if I would marry him on June 19th. I was so excited he asked me to marry him that I forgot what the Lord had told me. I was definitely deceived because I was a Christian, and he wasn’t. We were unequally yoked, but that didn’t matter. I was so excited to hear a man say that he loved me that I got off focus on everything else. I married this man, even though my girls were upset. The day I walked down the aisle, I looked at him and saw a demon. His face was disfigured, his eyes were a deep red like a demon’s, and he had this sort of crazy looking smirk on his face. My legs started wobbling, and I
