Donna's Story

Donna MAs I reflect on my life, I marvel at God’s mercy, love, healing and provision. I marvel at how He saved me and showed me that He loves me: Donna Mighty, the mother of two beautiful girls, Chelsea-Starr, and Janae-Rose.

In 2012, my mother passed away. By the morning of May 13, 2013 - the day after Mother’s Day - I knew only God could save me from the pain I was feeling. I had been holding in so much pain and grief, and it didn’t all start with the death of my mom. God would reveal to me, in a long journey, that He’s not only my provider but He’s also my healer and my restorer.

I came to Charlotte in 2002 to be with my now former husband. I had no friends or family here. One Sunday morning I had a burning desire to be in church, and having driven by Central on my way to work, I decided to attend here. About my third time attending, the lady I sat beside me invited me to the Contagious Christianity Life Group, which I still attend.

Donna and GirlsWhile I was pregnant in 2003, I shared with one person in the life group how my then-husband was pressuring me to abort our baby. This sister in Christ told me how much she had regretted her decision to abort her child in order to get away from her abusive husband. Even though God gave me this personal encounter, I wish I could say my road ahead was easy. One day my husband told me if I aborted the baby, he would stay, but if I didn’t, he would leave. I felt that the Lord was asking me to make a choice: would I trust the Lord to provide, or not? That baby is now my God-fearing, smart, beautiful, compassionate 15-year-old, Janae-Rose, who has won a full scholarship to spend her high school sophomore year in Spain starting this fall.

Being alone, single and pregnant, with a 2-year-old, was a challenge. As a hardworking, self-sufficient woman (or what I now call pride), I did not share my struggles with my life group. But God, in His kindness and grace, always impressed upon someone to help me in my time of need.

When I went into labor, I drove myself to the hospital, and called a member from my life group, Chris, to see if she could ask my friend Gloria, also from my life group, to pick up my 3-year-old from the babysitter and keep her until after I had the baby. With my “I can do it by myself” attitude, I did not think of asking anyone to be with me in the delivery room - I was ready to give birth alone. I was shocked when Chris came to the hospital. Again, God provided someone to help me.

I had learned to know God as my provider. However, He was still determined to show me that He’s my ALL, that He loves me, and I can trust Him totally.

I had learned not to trust people, because I was molested from age 7 to 16 by “safe people” who were supposed to care for me. My goal was to work hard, educate myself, and never ask for any help, because I never wanted to be in a position where I needed anyone. When I got saved and baptized at 12, I was sure the abuse would stop, and couldn’t understand why God didn’t stop it. During the abusive years I learned to fear God, but not trust Him.

Finally, in 2013 I cried out to the Lord for help. He brought me on a journey of healing which I could scarcely imagine.

I had volunteered with Central’s Women’s Ministry to work with women who had been trafficked. But as I sat in the training session and listened to some of the effects of abuse being discussed, I bit my lips to hold back the tears. While the training was meant to prepare me to help ladies who were in a crisis mode resulting from their own traumas, God showed me I was in such crisis myself. I reached out to the person who did the training. She gave me resources, and God provided an amazing Christian therapist for the journey. Through scriptures and Godly wisdom, she helped me unearth memories which held me captive. As I dug up old pains, I cried, but somehow discovered that God had been with me all the time.

Today, I stand in awe of God’s love for me. As I watched my older daughter being baptized, I was amazed by His love, healing and His restoration. As the girls and I are reading through the Bible as a family, and I hear their heart for God, I am grateful for Christ’s healing of my blood line. Not only is the Lord my provider, He’s my healer, He loves me, and I trust Him. He is my ALL. I stand ready for His next thing in my life, knowing that I will never have to do anything by myself.

“He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins. He has showered his kindness on us, along with all wisdom and understanding.”

Ephesians 1:7-8