When I was a freshman in high school, I went to a friend’s house to work on a film project for school. However, her house was not quite the setting we were seeking regarding background and setting. We decided it would be best to film it at her neighbor’s house.
There was a theory we were drugged, but I remember accepting a beer “for celebration” he had said. After two or three beers, I was drunk. My friend was drunk also, to the point of being unable to stand. The man kept attempting to victimize her, so I hid in the bathroom to text a friend for help. I remember nothing about feeling suicidal, but rather simply afraid. However, I texted my friend that I had been suicidal, upon realizing I was drunk, they realized that drunk and suicidal were a terrible combination. The cops were sent.
I believe God guided me to whom I should have texted, placing the word suicidal on my heart. He knew what was necessary to help us.
I had hid in a bush. I was afraid the man would think I informed the police, who could not understand, because of my state, when I said my friend was in his house still. Upon sending out a small search party, they found her half a mile away, barefoot, curled up in a barn and sobbing.
I was afraid and confused, so I asked the officer three times,” Where is God?” Based on his lack of reaction, I knew he could not understand me. Yet, I heard a voice whisper,” I’m here.”
I was driven to a hospital in an ambulance and taken care of well. The man was prosecuted. And despite the nightmares, the recurring flashbacks, I knew God was there. He had protected me from the man in the most unusual way and eventually, provided complete healing for me and my friend.