Lady Elect Read Free

then you should pack your things and leave. Because the next time he lays unholy hands on you, you may not survive it. And you should seek professional help from an abuse therapist for yourself. It isn’t normal behavior for you to have accepted your husband’s fury for so long. Ask the therapist to help you find out why you willingly tolerated his mood swings.
    â€œAnd you have to learn who you are in God. My husband taught me that women must realize their worth and own it. Because if we don’t own it, we become vulnerable. And vulnerability is a pathway for the devil to destroy us, often through the very ones who claim they love us.”
    Lance was well pleased with Arykah’s Christ-like attitude. Maybe he could go ahead and sit Mother Pansie down after all. He’d have to wait and see. He tightened his tie around his neck and leaned back in his chair while he watched God work through his wife.
    Arykah dabbed the young lady’s tears with a Kleenex tissue that she had pulled from a box on Lance’s desk. “And you have to always protect your gates. Gates are openings that lead to your soul. Through our eye gates we may have seen our parents become victims of spousal abuse. And because we see it, our souls accept it as normal behavior.
    â€œThat’s a trick of the enemy. Our ear gates can become flooded with damaging words spoken to us through verbal abuse.
    â€œI once dated a man who constantly told me that I was too fat, that I wasn’t pretty, that I was unattractive, and that I would never be loved by a man. And I believed that lie for years before Bishop Howell deposited a word of release into me. I tolerated that man’s behavior because it was what I had become used to.
    â€œAnd we have to protect our vagina gates also. Mother Pansie may have told you that it was impossible for a husband to rape his wife, but that was absolutely not true. How do you feel when your husband forces himself on you for sex?”
    The young lady sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I feel violated because he’s so rough with me. He never kisses me. Never asks how I feel or if I’m in the mood for sex. He just tells me what he wants, and then takes it from me and demands that I do things I don’t want to do. And sometimes he bites my breasts until they bleed. And after he’s done, he calls me dirty names.”
    Arykah was flabbergasted, and Lance was appalled. But he sat silent and let Arykah do her thing that she was doing so well.
    Arykah knew all too well what it felt like to be in the arms of a man that didn’t love her. Listening to the young lady’s story brought tears to Arykah’s own eyes. She squeezed the woman’s hands for comfort. “When I’m with my husband, I feel safe and secure. I feel protected and adored. He cares what my feelings are. There’s no dirty name-calling. There’s no hurt or pain. Only love, comfort, and security. When a man takes his wife’s body by force and inflicts sexual pain upon her, he’s raping her. And what you must do is start loving yourself and get out of this relationship because it’s not holy, which means it’s not of God.”
    Arykah looked across the desk at Lance to see, through his facial expression, if she had crossed any lines. Lance softly smiled at his wife and nodded his head in agreement with everything she had said. He was well pleased.
    â€œBishop Howell and I will always be here for you, and we want you to feel free to come to us for anything. We are your spiritual parents, and we’ll do all that we can to encourage you and keep you strong in the Lord,” Arykah assured the young lady.
    Lance stood and encouraged the young lady to follow Lady Arykah’s advice. He assigned certain scriptures pertaining to strength, courage, and peace for her to study.
    He led the three of them in prayer for the young lady’s strength and peace of mind.
    The young lady hugged