Deadly Desperation

All of the women listed above had no idea that one choice, in some cases, a seemingly innocent choice would lead to their murders. They probably had no clue that a simple decision to hook up with some man would lead to the loss of their lives.

Hardcore sisters would say that those women probably had a clue that the men were violent, but chose to ignore it. Or they would say that those women were stupid and desperate, as if you have to be stupid to be desperate; and that death is a consequence of stupidity. Wrong, so wrong. Almost all of the women I mentioned earlier were educated and had a lot on the ball.

I asked the Lord how to make better choices in men and heard in my spirit, “Don’t be desperate.” Of course, my next request was an explanation of what it meant to be desperate. The dictionary definition stated something about being in a state of hopelessness that leads to rash decisions, or suffering extreme need or anxiety. And one of the last entries read, “Involving extreme danger or possible disaster.”

I asked the Lord if the nurse was desperate for a man, and He let me know that she was not. In fact, in a series of thoughts, the Lord showed me exactly what she was desperate to have and to hold: love and affection—as she knew love and affection. On a day when she was vulnerable and not necessarily feeling desperate but desperate nonetheless, the nurse met the man who would wine and dine her, and charm her into a lair of deception, then ultimately kill her.

The nurse, Kelly, Karen, Joyce and Mary never in a million years thought they’d die at the hands of men they loved. They never thought that the need to be loved and to feel warmth and affection would ever lead them to make a choice that would lead to death. So let’s rule out stupidity, because it would take an awfully brain cell-deprived woman to willfully choose to be with someone they know, in advance, would kill them.
Back in the day, being a desperate woman meant that you were overly aggressive in pursuing a guy, or a tad bit too enthusiastic about receiving male attention. At worst, my personal acts of desperation led me to play snooper blooper and tail a man around town in my car, or call and hang up, or even be just a little too available whenever a certain man called. At my absolute desperate worst, I endured some humiliation and abuse. By the grace of God Almighty, I have been spared great physical, emotional, and spiritual harm. By His grace, my life has been spared.