ONE DAY, WHEN I was about 7 or 8 years old, I was walking home from a friend’s house that lived in my neighborhood just a couple houses down from mine. It was a hot summer day around 2:30 in the afternoon. As I walked home, an awful feeling suddenly came over me. A feeling of anxiousness and a sense something bad was about to happen. You know the feeling; the one that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up. Well, I didn’t know it at that moment, but a car with two men in it was driving slowly behind me watching me.
At this time, even though I was not aware of the two men watching me and creeping up on me, God was and He was doing His best to get my attention. You remember that awful feeling I was telling you about? Well, that was God. He was warning me with all His might to be very careful. As soon as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, the car pulled up next to me. It was a big blue car with the two men inside. Well, not exactly. There was one man with sandy blond hair and blue eyes in the passenger seat closest to me. Driving the vehicle was a man that was dressed up as Goofy. Yes, you read that right! He was dressed like the character Goofy from Disney.
Now, before I can go any further in the story, I have to tell you about my Aunt Maudie. She was, and still is, my favorite aunt. We have always shared a special bond and continue to do so to this day. She has always had a strong relationship with God. She also knows me very well. It was about seven months prior to the “blue car” incident that my aunt began to tell me stories about kids getting kidnapped and being treated horribly. You may think that this was an awful thing for a 7 yr. old to hear, but my aunt felt compelled by God that I needed to hear this kind of warning.
My aunt would sit me down and say, “Now GiGi, you are a sweet girl and you always do what adults tell you. I am afraid that even though your mom and dad tell you not to talk to strangers that you still would be afraid to say no to an adult. So, I am going to tell you a story of two kids that were kidnapped and killed. They were cut up and were found in pieces in a park.”
Now you might be saying, “Wow! What was she thinking telling me that kind of story at my age?” To be honest, I was thinking the same thing. I would tell her it scared me to think about the story and she would say, “GiGi, honey, I don’t intend to scare you or give you nightmares, but I feel so strongly you need to hear this.”
What is important here is that every single time I saw my aunt for seven months prior to the “blue car” creeping up on me, my aunt continued to warn me not to go to any car that approached me or talk to any strangers. She would constantly remind me of the horrors that could happen to a “nice little girl” like me. I listened and indeed had nightmares. I was scared to think such awful people existed in this world. But my aunt persisted and said she knew God was prompting her to warn me.
So, here I am on this warm afternoon, all sixty-five pounds of me, with this awful feeling and two grown men pulling up alongside of me. I could look down the hill and across the field and see my house. The man in the passenger seat said, “Hey little girl. Come here. I want to tell you something.” I was so scared. All I could do was shake my head.
I started to walk faster at this point and told myself, “I am so close to home, I can see my house”.
The blond headed man said, “I just want to ask you a question. Come here.”
By this time, God was literally screaming at me. He was in my head, in my body, in my soul. He was screaming, “Run Gina! Now!!!”
At that moment, I took off running as fast as I could. What was surreal about this is that I took off running even before the man opened the door to impose a threat on me. I listened to God in my head and in addition to that, He had a plan for my escape. He told me to run through the field and not down the street. The reason for this was so I would only have to fight off one of the men chasing me because the other had to drive the car. Also, I played in that field every day and knew exactly where my dog had dug some holes.
So here I am running as fast as I can. Have you ever seen a movie where a woman is running from the bad guy and she’s not even screaming for help? You’re watching the movie, screaming at her saying, “Yell for help, you dummy!” Well, I can relate to that woman in the movie. You see, I opened my mouth to scream so many times, but absolutely nothing came out. So, I continued to run. About fifteen seconds after running away from the car, one of the men grabbed me and we both fell to the ground. At this point, I kept hearing my Aunt Maudie’s stories about those two kids being cut into pieces. This prompted me to fight with all my might as the words kept repeating in my head, “You are not going to cut me up!” I got free for a second and when the man lunged at me, I landed a perfect kick to his nose.
I managed to get up and start running again. I was getting so close to my house, and then I felt the man’s breath on my neck. At that moment, I jumped forward. He fell into the hole that my dog had dug. I knew it was there and my only chance to get away.
As I was running across my driveway, the blue car pulled in to block me from getting to the front door. I heard God say to me, “Jump over the hood”. So, I jumped over the hood just like they did in The Dukes of Hazard (my favorite television show at the time). I managed to get to my front door even though the man stilled chased me all the way up to my porch. I got in the door and inside the house just as the man reached in to grab me. I slammed the door on his hand as hard as I could.
Inside my home, my mom was washing dishes and my dad was reading the newspaper. The man let out a yelp and ran back to the car. Both men drove off. I passed out once I knew I was safe.
When I came to, I told my mom and dad what happened. Later we saw the very same car go down to one of our neighbor’s homes where a little boy lived who was younger than me. We immediately called the neighbor to tell them to call the police and not to answer the door. But the neighbor did answer the door and talked to the blond headed man. The neighbor told us later the man came to the door asking if she had any children he could take to church with him.
Funny how the whole reason he was chasing me was because he wanted to take me to church, right?
As you can see from my story, I learned from a very early age to trust in the Lord with all my heart and all my might. God chose to save me that day. He chose to use my Aunt Maudie to save my life. If she had not scared me, even though God was giving me all the warning signs with the hairs standing up and those awful feelings I felt, I still would have done what I was told and went to the car. But what kept me going and fighting so hard was the phrase, “You are not going to cut me up!”
It was in that field where I was running so fast and fighting so hard I could not find my voice. But it was because of what happened in that field the voice I now hear comes only from God.
I never found out what happened to those men. I don’t know if they ever got caught or were punished. I have to tell you that by the grace of God this incident did not affect me negatively at all. The very next day, I was out playing as though I never had to run for my life. I can only give credit to God. You see, He chose to save me that day. As long as I live, I know God’s voice and what it sounds like. He loved me so much He not only spoke to my soul, but He also reached out through my aunt seven months earlier to prepare me for this incident and save my life. God is my rock and the one who protects me. He gives me a route to him every day. All I have to do is listen.
I’ll leave you with this Bible verse:
“If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Romans 8:31)
May you always hear the beautiful voice of God in your life.
I met Gina at church. She is a beautiful young lady with a heart of gold. Her love for God oozes out of every pore.
I am thankful for Gina’s willingness to share her faith story. May her story encourage others to listen for God’s voice in their life.
Is God speaking to you? What is He telling you today? Can you hear His voice?
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