How God brought me through
There were many times in my life when I could have died. Truly, many times.
Looking back now, I believe with all my heart that someone must have been praying for me. I don't know who. My mother worked all the time when I was young, and we didn't go to church much. I don't know if she prayed for me or not.
But I know this - someone was praying.
Because again and again, when my life could have ended, something happened that protected me. A situation changed. A moment shifted. Help appeared when it shouldn't have. Somehow I made it through things that should have destroyed me.
At the time I didn't understand it. But now I believe God was watching over me even when I didn't know Him yet.
He was bringing me through.
My life has been a long journey through pain, survival, and grace. As a child, I experienced trauma, instability, and a deep loss of safety. My family broke apart, and I grew up carrying fear, confusion, and responsibilities far beyond my years.
As I got older, I searched for belonging and love in all the wrong places. I became trapped in abusive relationships, addiction, and a cycle of chaos that seemed impossible to escape. There were many moments when my life could have ended-violence, dangerous situations, and choices that nearly destroyed me.
At the time, I did not know God. But looking back now, I can see His protection over and over again.
A stalled car on railroad tracks started just moments before a train arrived. In another moment of desperation, I was stopped from harming myself by a mental health center sign that appeared exactly when I needed it. Time and again, I was spared when I should not have been.
Everything began to change when I met a coworker named Deborah. She became my friend and gently shared her faith with me. She answered my questions, spoke to me about God with kindness, and invited me to church.
Through her friendship, I began to see that there was another way to live.
After leaving an abusive marriage and serving divorce papers, I felt peace for the first time in years. It was not loud or overwhelming - it was the quiet ability to breathe again.
I gave my life to Christ in a small church where I felt seen and welcomed.
My life did not suddenly become perfect, but I began to understand that God had been protecting me even when I did not know Him.
One Sunday at church, my young son Job lay at my feet playing quietly with his little trains. When the altar call was given, I asked if he wanted to go up for prayer.
He said yes.
We walked to the front where the elderly pastor gently asked him what he needed. Job answered, "I can't breathe. I want my nose so I can breathe."
He prayed for him with quiet kindness.
On the drive home, his nose began running heavily. I had tissues ready like always, but it would not stop,it ran the entire way home and finally stopped when we reached our driveway.
From that day forward, his breathing was never the same.
He was only four years old, but he had the simple faith of a child,the kind Jesus spoke about.
It was not loud or dramatic. It was gentle, sincere, and real. And I will never forget it.
There were many moments when I should not have survived. Yet I did.
I believe God preserved my life for a purpose.
Today, I am still walking that journey. I do not have all the answers, but I know this:
God was there in the darkness.
God protected me when I could not protect myself.
God gave me peace when chaos ended.
And God is not finished with me yet.
This ministry and website were born from that journey- a place of hope, encouragement, and practical help for anyone who feels lost, broken, or alone.
If you are struggling today, please know you are not alone. God sees you, He loves you, and He has not forgotten you.
He rescued me more times than I can count, and I believe He can restore what feels broken in your life too.
God is still writing my story.