Leah Lovelace-Square - The Silent Victim: Testimony of a Nobody

THE SILENT VICTIM

Testimony of a Nobody

LEAH LOVELACE-SQUARE

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I would like to honor a lady that was like an angel in my life. You brought out the best in me. You were an essential part of the foundation in my life, and without that foundation, I would have remained lost. You werent perfect and never claimed to be; however, your character demonstrated an essence of perfection that goes untouched. Your humility, meekness, patience, lessons, love for your family, passion to teach, and firmness in what you believed in helped me to know who I was even when I felt lost. You were in my thoughts when I fought so hard to come out of my mess. You were there when I struggled the most and helped me to pick up the pieces when I fell. You were there through my sickness. You were there in my darkest hour praying over my life. Thank God, you were there to witness the goodness of the Lord working in my life and through my deliverance. You will always be in my heart, and the lessons you taught will remain a part of me. Thank God for you, my grandmother, my Nanny, Ruby Mae Williams. I will always love you. Thank you!

Rest In Peace

CHAPTER 1

The Plan

A few years back my cousin and I were sitting on the sofa in her living room. Just two ladies sharing some time together while the kids played in the back room, not talking about much, when she asked me so openly, What made you go this way after all these years? She was referring to the decision I had made to follow the way of Jesus Christ. It stunned me. That moment I realized that it wasnt just a decision I had made but an action that others had come to notice. I had never given thought to it in the past because my decisions and actions I had made in Christ had been an instinct and not a thought-out plan. However, very easily, almost with the same response I had when I got up and gave my life to Christ, I answered my cousin, Because I gave enough of my life to the ways of Satan. Right then, at that very moment, the spirit of God released revelation in me. I had given myself to the devil! I did! Not my parents or the situations I had gone through. The struggles and heartache I had experienced wouldnt have given me a first-class ticket to hell. The decision I made in my past was determining my future, and by the grace of God, there was a way out. Thank God, I found the way out!

What happened, I thought, that pushed me into that path to hell to begin with? I had always been a spiritual person, I thought. I wasnt in church praying, or fasting on a regular basis; however, I had a strong belief in God. I knew who He was. I had faith that He was the only way to heaven. I had situations that happened to me like everyone else, but it shouldnt have given me enough ammo to fall from grace. I thought I was on the right track. I was not saved yet; however, I made plans to be when I got myself together. When I was complete with living my young adult life and having a few more experiences, I would have been ready to give my life to Christ.

I had enough understanding to what that meant. My parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles had shown me the way of living for the Lord. I was exposed to the Bible before I could read fluently. I was in church periodically and knew what to do and whom to go to when I needed understanding of the Bible. I knew how to pray and prayed very often. I even had enough wisdom to know to pray when seeking anything because the Lord was who supplied my needs. However, when I looked back on my life, all that I knew was so distant from me during that dark time. It was as if a wall had been built between me and the truth, and the conscience that I once had that convicted me in the past was no longer there to make me hesitate when I was going too far. I stepped too far away from what I knew and stepped into unfamiliar territory without any protection, any good judgement, and not enough faith to be pulled back from experiences that I should never had been tainted with. I was lured into a mindset that literally opened the gates of Hell in my life, and I was at a point of no return! I became a victim to the work of the enemy, and the shame I had within myself was greater than my belief in life after the decisions I had made.

Shay was his name! He was the last good thing in my life that I could remember. We met my senior year of high school in Baumholder, Germany. It was about late winter when I was working at a fast food restaurant that I noticed this soldier coming to my counter every evening ordering the same shrimp and fries basket from Popeyes. Though he hung out with a wilder group, Shay had a calmness about him that I found so interesting. He didnt have the demeanor of the typical young men enlisting into the military that I had gotten accustom to being around and honestly couldnt stand. Being raised in the military as an Army brat since I was four years old, I felt very educated on understanding the different maturity levels of the soldier. Having a boss for a daddy, Bulldog Lovelace is what they called him, most men kept their distance anyway. From my experience, I didnt find soldiers very attractive. I was aware that I really was not in their lane nor up to their speed. I wasnt infatuated in the lifestyle of being a military wife as many spoke about as I grew up. Even my mother found it exciting to possibly be the mother-in-law of a military son. I was a senior. I had some plans, and though I felt I was growing distant from my boyfriend, we were still an item at the moment. Still I found myself day by day noticing this Shay. After some time passed and almost immediately after I found myself living the single life from the break up, Shay became more than just a soldier passing by my restaurant daily. He became my first real soldier friend, and we quickly grew into a couple.

I was surprised by the way Shay handled our relationship. He wasnt quick to rush anything physical between us. Our phone time was very fair, though he had a full career, and I hadnt even begun my adult life yet. He was so respectful of my family. He would always mention how he must stay on Moms good side and make sure not to disrespect Dad. Shay changed my thought process of what I thought to be the typical soldier, always hunting for the next girl to take advantage of and throw away. Never looking for anything serious, and if marriage did come to be, adultery was a sure thing to follow. Less often did I share my thoughts with others on my judgment of the typical soldier; however, it was there and strong. Shay really changed that in me and even made me feel bad having such thoughts about others before getting to know them. Our relationship was surprisingly good, and as we grew closer to graduation, I started to think what would happen to us. Shay had a career, a tour commitment in Germany, and wasnt close to end of his tour. I was on my way to hair school in West Pennsylvania for two years. It would have been much more feasible to find that we would only be a few hours away if Shay was back in his hometown of Baltimore, but this was Germany and the military. How likely were we to keep our relationship strong stretched across an entire sea? Yet, there was still plenty of time to think about that. I still had a few more months before graduation, and who knew what would happen as June grew closer?