“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do
not give up.”
I was born and raised in Peru, and my childhood was marked by pain and trauma. My parents divorced when I was young, and their custody battle led to my father kidnapping me for weeks. At just three years old, I vividly remember the day he ran over my mom while I was in the car with him. I know what it feels like to experience betrayal and heartbreak. Eventually, my mom gained full custody, and my father moved to the U.S. My mom remarried when I was six, and I went to an all-girls Catholic school. I believed in God but had no real relationship with Him.
As a teenager, I was far from following God’s ways, making many mistakes, some life-changing. After high school, I moved to Florida to work through college at 17. My mom and stepdad’s condition was that I had to live with my father, a man I hardly knew. It was hard, and I felt like I didn’t belong.
A couple of years later, I met my husband. When he proposed, I shared my heavy baggage, explaining how I never wanted to marry due to my past. But we agreed that if our marriage was going to work, we had to do it God’s way. We married in 2006, and by 2007, I accepted Jesus as my Savior.
On Good Friday 2009, I finally understood God’s love, grace, and mercy. That day, I was set free. I began to dive deeper into my faith, serving and forgiving, even my father. Now, my husband and I are happily married with two wonderful kids, and I know I cannot do life without Jesus.