Mayra’s growth was rapid. It was time for her first Jericho paycheck and she had worked hard for her money. When she arrived at her rented room, she locked up her money and went to pick-up her child from the babysitter. While she was out, someone broke into her room and stole her money. She was so discouraged that she began to listen to the lies of the enemy. “You might as well give in and go back out to the streets. You’ll never be anything but a worthless prostitute.” Feeling disheartened and angry, she soon believed the enemy of her soul. From there it was only a few steps back to the streets. But, Mayra’s belonged to the King of Kings and it was not the end of the story.
At Jericho, she had learned that she was a new creature and that the Scriptures called her a daughter of the King which made her a Princess. Now standing on the street corner clothed in her former streetwear, these new truths began to clash with the enemy’s words. The battle was on in her mind. As she stepped up onto the running board of a former client’s car, she heard the Lord say to her clearly, “You are my Princess and you do not belong here any longer.” There was no mistaking His voice. She was able to retrace her steps and return home without having gotten any farther into the filth that God had saved her from. Mayra never returned to the streets except to evangelize, after that experience in June.