God, Open My Eyes
I was irresponsible.
I knew he wasn’t being faithful and I was still having sex with him, unprotected.
That’s all I could think about during a presentation at our church from a local woman who runs a nonprofit program for women. She told our leadership team that so many women are bound in unhealthy and abusive relationships. They stop taking care of themselves and give their hearts and bodies away to men that don’t deserve to have them.
This woman rattled off statistics saying that in 2010, African Americans were 8.5 times more likely to be diagnosed with HIV infection, as compared to the white population. And African American females have 20 times the AIDS rate as white females.
Although I had heard this information before, this time, it struck me differently. It made me say, “But for the grace of God, there go I.”
I wasn’t just listening to this expert because it was a mandatory training session our pastor set up to help us more effectively minister to women. I was also reflecting on the miracle of my deliverance from bondage.