I was raised in a Catholic home, attending Mass regularly. I was baptized as an infant, and from 2nd through 12th grade, I attended Catholic school. As a young girl, I was an altar server and cross bearer every Sunday morning. I received my first confession, first holy communion, and at 16, I was confirmed.

I thought that meant I was saved.

I believed that by following the rules and traditions of the Catholic Church, I was on the right path. But deep inside, I felt incomplete—empty and lost.

As I entered adulthood, that emptiness grew. I didn’t read my Bible. I put my trust in all the wrong places—unhealthy relationships, the pursuit of love, and worldly validation—anything to fill the void in my heart.

I kept going to church, but I was completely detached. Spiritually dry. I was empty. Lonely. Lost. Hopeless. Depressed. I tried hard to find love wherever I could, but it only left me more broken. The deeper into sin I fell, the greater the grief that followed.

I hit rock bottom.

At 27, the life I once knew fell apart. My parents separated. My dad stopped speaking to me. I was crushed. I couldn’t keep a job. I cried under the covers for years. My heart was shattered.

And then—flat on the floor, weeping in agony—I surrendered. I begged God to forgive me. I asked for His grace and mercy. I cried out to Jesus with everything I had. In that moment, with nothing left to give and nowhere else to go…

Jesus rescued me.

Finding New Life in Christ

From that day forward, everything began to change. The weight of despair lifted as I placed my trust in Jesus. I opened the Bible, and for the first time, the words came alive. I realized that all the emptiness I had felt was because I had been searching for fulfillment in everything but Him.

God began restoring my life in miraculous ways. He brought me my wonderful husband, and together we’ve been blessed with two beautiful children. Our family is a daily reminder of His grace, goodness, and faithfulness.

A Journey of Reconciliation

Shortly after I got married, my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. We had barely spoken in years, but I prayed for him constantly.

One week before he passed, he apologized to my mom and to me. He expressed deep regret for his sins. And I believe with all my heart that he gave his life to Jesus in those final days.

That healing—between him and God, between him and us—is proof of God’s mercy. Even in death, God can write a story of redemption.

Living in His Grace

Today, I am not the person I once was. Life still has its battles, but now I walk in the strength of my Savior. I’m no longer empty—I’m filled with purpose. I’m no longer lost—I’m found. I’m no longer hopeless—I am redeemed.

I will forever praise God for the day He met me in my mess and pulled me out. He turned my mourning into dancing. My sorrow into joy. My brokenness into beauty.

From My Heart to Yours…

I share this not to spotlight my past—but to glorify the One who rescued me.

And to tell you:

There is hope.
There is healing.
There is new life in Jesus.

If you’re feeling far from God… if you’re tired, hurting, or full of regret—Jesus is near.

He is the lifeboat. He is the Savior.

He rescued me.
And He can rescue you too.