As a little five-year-old girl, I stood in a courtroom watching my mother choose a man over her three little girls. The decision my mother made that day started me down a road filled with pain, rejection, and abuse, causing me to wonder if love really existed. After being in several foster homes and experiencing more physical and sexual abuse, I became even more confused on what love was and if I would ever experience it. As I grew into a teenager, I thought I found true love in the arms of an older man. However, that relationship started a domino effect of bad relationships falling one by one, until all hope of finding love had faded away. The next eighteen years I would walk through a series of events that would challenge and push me to search for the one thing that could break the chains of my past. After years of looking, my search led me to finding grace, the only thing powerful enough to erase my past and set me free.
