My Stalker Taught Me a Bullet Proof Strategy


“This is what the Lord says to you: 'Do not be afraid or discouraged

...For the battle is not yours, but God's."

2 Chronicles 20:15


Yesterday, God brought to my mind a terrible past experience that I went through. Many of you remember the ten months of hell that I went through with a stalker.


Justin was about 9 months old, and I was scared out of my mind. This guy caused an uproar in my neighborhood. So many nights, countless nights for almost one year, he was caught on my property. It was the 4th of July weekend, I wanted to go see the fireworks, but I couldn’t for fear of this man. I stayed home and was watching from my family room. I was laying on the couch with Justin on me, holding him. My phone rang, it was my neighbor. She said, “Where are you in the house? That guy is sitting on top of the tree, looking down at you from your skylight window. I called the police, don’t be afraid. My son is coming over to your house!” The police showed up within seconds but couldn’t catch him.


These stories are many, he tried to break into the master bathroom one night while I was in the shower. Breaking my bathroom window and cracking the stone wall surrounding my home. It was so scary, the entire police department knew me by my first name, and they still do. So many nights police cars surrounded the entire neighborhood, shutting down every street leading to my home, and with powerful lights trying to find this man. Not to mention every night a police car parked in my driveway at night so I could have at least a few hours of sleep. I couldn’t go anywhere without someone with me. Accompanied to work and back, church, supermarket, hairdresser. Get the point? My life was not free to do as I wished. I was about to lose my mind.


The police sat with my neighbor and my mom who saw this man many times, and they gave a description, a sketch was created, and they were looking for a man that looked like what they described. My mom was coming to my house, she arrived to see this man standing in front of my window watching me. I was in my son’s room, putting the baby clothes away. It was nighttime, with the light on, I didn’t see him staring at me from the window. My mom called the police. The police just couldn’t catch him. He was a sophisticated stalker with a scanner. So, when my neighbors or my mom called the police, he would hear it and run before they got there.


Over ten long months of this ordeal almost every night. One day in May, I had just arrived home, the baby was with my parents, the person who was designated to watch over me for that day had another appointment and left me safely in the house. I was so angry. Just angry. I felt like a prisoner, and I wanted figs. It was fig season. I decided no more, I can’t live like this. So, I left my house to go get the figs. My family called me, "Where are you? Turn the car around and come home now.” No way, I’m not going to be afraid anymore. I wanted this man to confront me so that all this could end.