I thought I would get pregnant. A million thoughts ran through my mind between the time I was raped and my next menstrual cycle. What if I got pregnant? How will I tell my parents who got me pregnant? Would my parents believe me? How will I nurture a child whose father I don’t know?
Does God really loves me?
Why then would He allow this to happen to me?
I couldn’t ask, because I wouldn’t know if it was proper to. I stood there for a while wondering. “Just take a sip, dear, and tell us what you think”. I was pulled back to reality by Pastor John’s voice. “OK sir!” I took a sip. I had barely swallowed the drink, when I started feeling dizzy. “What’s happening to me?”