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“Amazing Grace” Series: There is Hope Beyond Your SufferingThis Holy Week, let us be inspired by the faith, hope and love of moms who have amazing stories to tell — stories of Amazing Grace.
Today, Maundy (or Holy) Thursday, as we recall Jesus’ Last Supper with His Apostles, followed by His agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, His betrayal by Judas and His arrest, we gain inspiration from a mom who also experienced suffering, pain and betrayal, yet found strength in God. Read on to know more about her story.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
Alice* is a 28-year old stay-at-home-mom to Abel*, one year old. In her own words, she shares how she moved from being a battered woman to a woman full of hope, faith and love: I became a single mom by chance. I never wanted to be a single mom - I mean, who would, right? When I learned of my pregnancy (which was planned by the way), the father of my child and I already had marriage plans. But things changed when he started hitting me - and it only became worse from there.
I was 26 years old when I got pregnant, while the father of my son was five years my junior. My family didn’t approve of our relationship from the very beginning since he was an undergraduate and unemployed, and my family would always say that someone like me - a professional - didn’t deserve a man like him.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
Despite this, I fought for our relationship, going “underground” at times. I would seldom go home to our house and would instead stay at my boyfriend’s place. My usual reason for not going home would be because I was working. I had two jobs at that time - I worked at a call center by night and by day, I practiced my medical profession. So, on the nights when I didn’t go home, my family thought I was spending the night at my office.
I was happy with him. I was happy with my newfound freedom - or so I thought. Everything changed when the abuse began.
My then-boyfriend hit me four times on separate occasions. In all those instances, I was already pregnant. I was having a difficult pregnancy and was at risk of losing the baby, but he still hurt me.1 of 3 NEXT