God Kept Me
A Personal Testimony Shared in Trust - Ning Trouble | HSDA Newsletter Team
There are moments in life when someone doesn’t just tell you a story they entrust you with their testimony. What I received was not simply information, but the lived experience of a woman who walked through darkness and survived by the mercy of God.
She spoke to me personally. Her voice carried both pain and peace. Pain from what she had endured, and peace from what God had brought her through.
Her life began with loss. She lost her mother at a very young age, and that early grief shaped much of her emotional journey. Growing up without that covering left her vulnerable in ways she could not fully understand at the time. Like many searching for love, stability, and belonging, she eventually entered a relationship believing she had found someone who would love and protect her.
But what began as hope slowly became captivity.
She described how the relationship changed over time how love turned into control, fear, emotional abuse, and then physical violence. Behind closed doors, she endured things no woman should ever have to experience. Yet she stayed, like so many do, holding on to the hope that things might change, especially as children came into the picture.
Instead, the abuse deepened.
There is a weight in hearing a woman describe not just pain, but survival how she learned to live in silence, how she carried fear while still trying to care for her children, how she functioned while breaking inside. Domestic violence does not only injure the body; it fractures the mind and slowly erodes a woman’s sense of self.
Then came the night she will never forget.
After the birth of her youngest child, the violence escalated to a level that almost took her life. In her own words, she described how a weapon was used against her body, causing catastrophic injuries. Her stomach was torn open, and in that moment, everything should have ended.
But it did not.
She told me how she escaped that house how she ran into the darkness of a country road while gravely wounded, her body broken, her strength fading. There were no words strong enough to fully capture that image: a woman walking through the night, fighting for her life, holding onto what remained of herself while her body was literally failing.
And yet she lived.
What struck me most was not only the brutality of what she endured, but the mystery of preservation. She said she did not lose as much blood as she should have. She knew without question that God had stepped in where no human help was present.
“I should have died,” she said to me quietly. “But God kept me.”
In that moment of testimony, it was clear this was not just survival, it was deliverance.
She went on to share how recovery was not just physical, but deeply emotional and spiritual. Healing her body required surgery and time, but healing her mind and heart required something deeper, restoration. Trauma does not leave quickly. Fear does not disappear overnight. But slowly, through faith, support, and grace, she began to rebuild.
What touched me most was her faith in the midst of it all. She did not only speak about what she suffered, She went on to publish a book, Ning Troubles, which detailed her struggles and how God preserved her. She saw her survival as evidence that her life still had purpose.
She chose, over time, not to be defined by what was done to her, but by what God brought her through.
Today, her testimony stands as a voice for women who are still in the place she once was, trapped, afraid, and unsure if escape is possible. Her life speaks quietly but powerfully: you can survive, and you can be healed.
Domestic violence leaves scars that are both visible and invisible. But her story reminds us that even in the deepest suffering, God is still present. He sees. He keeps. He delivers.
She is living proof that the end of abuse does not have to be the end of life.
And as she shared with me personally, her words remain etched in my heart:
“I should have died… but God kept me.”









