You may have learned about my story from Dateline or Dr.Phil, but there is so much to my story than the night a few shots of a gun changed me forever. This is my story:
You see, that gun didn't break me. I chose to stand, and I will fight to keep standing. My journey has not been one that I would have planned, but through it all I have found truths that have set me free. I have been given a second chance. A second chance to find myself. A second chance at love. A second chance to remember why I am still here. A chance to find strength way beyond my own.
I have learned:
That I was never alone . . .
That God had a greater plan for me . . .
That I must seek forgiveness . . .
That I was going to fight to be the best mom I can be . . .
That I could overcome betrayal trauma . . .
That my kids are stronger than I ever knew . . .
That we are not the only blended family that has a lot to learn . . .
That I had a Savior who knew my name and where I had been . . .
You see. It is in our weakest moments, that we find our greatest strength. It is in those crossroads in our lives that we get to decide to stand or fall. It is not the past that makes us who we will become, but our belief in ourselves regardless of it. We get to chose what will define us. God didn't put us on this planet to just get by. He put us here so we could learn to fight. Fight for freedoms. Fight for faith. Fight for our families. Fight for second chances. And that is why I chose to stand. To prove to myself —and to my God—that this world will not break me . . . it will only build me stronger.