I was born in Mexico. My father brought our family to the U.S. when I was 10yrs old. When I was 17 I ran away from an abusive home with my boyfriend, not knowing I was going into another. I married him not knowing that He was an alcoholic. And for the next fifteen years of my life I lived in fear for my life and my children’s. I was always running in my mind and didn’t know where. One day I met a lady who said that she always prayed for all the families in the neighborhood. I didn’t know why she would do that for me, but it made me feel like maybe she knew about my situation. Eventually my children started to go to church, and then I started to go also. I started to make friends who loved me with an unconditional love even though they knew about my life. And I wanted to know more about that kind of love. So they told me about a living God that had given his only Son so He could die for my sins. And He had risen from the dead and was preparing a place for me up in heaven. All I needed to do was confess all my sins and ask him to forgive me of all the things I had done in my life and ask Him to come into my heart to live forever. Do you think that I would not take a chance on Jesus when for all my life I had not been able to do anything right?