From Abandoned… to Adopted… to Anointed

I was born on February 14, 1973, in San Antonio, Texas.
The time of my birth is unknown, and so is the woman who gave me life. I’ve never met her. I don’t know her name or her story. But I’ve often wondered:

Was she forced to give me up?
Was I unwanted?
Was I a mistake… or the result of something tragic?

Though the questions remain unanswered, one thing is clear:

She chose life.
And for that, I am forever grateful.

At just 14 days old, I was adopted by a loving missionary couple. They raised me in the ways of faith, filled my life with purpose, and gave me a home I could call my own. Their love saved me—and set me on a path I never could’ve imagined.

A Life on Mission

I grew up in Mexico, lived in Spain as a missionary, and eventually moved to the United States. Along the way, I met and married Javier, a kind, faith-filled man who shared my passion for ministry and family.

Before our wedding, I was told by doctors I could never have children. The pain of that news was crushing. But Javier embraced me, my story, and our future with hope—saying, “Then we’ll adopt.”

But God had other plans…

By His grace, we welcomed two miracle daughters into our lives:
💖 Dulce Maria (born September 2009)
💖 Sophia (born 2011)

Love and Loss

Life seemed like a fairytale—until it wasn’t.
In 2010, Javier was diagnosed with aplastic anemia, a life-threatening illness. He fought bravely for 8 years through transplants, treatments, and trials. In March of 2019, surrounded by prayer and love, he went home to be with the Lord.

That season of my life brought unimaginable grief, confusion, and even betrayal. I found myself a widow, a single mother, and a woman holding the shattered pieces of a life I thought was unbreakable.

But even in my darkest hour…

But God.

Running Toward Healing

In my pain, I chose to fight for healing—body, mind, and spirit.
I committed to a 90-day physical transformation challenge. Every day, I got up, showed up, and pushed through the tears, doubts, and fear.

It all led to one powerful moment:
On October 27, 2019, I ran my first 10K race—a lifelong dream tucked away since childhood. That race wasn’t just about fitness. It was about reclaiming my identity. Rediscovering joy. Honoring my husband's legacy. And becoming the woman God created me to be.

Who I Am Today

I am:

  • A mother to two beautiful girls

  • A widow who loved deeply

  • An overcomer of loss, betrayal, depression, and fear

  • A missionary at heart

  • A woman of faith, committed to living on purpose

Each day, I rise with intention—to chase dreams, inspire others, and keep believing that the best is still ahead.

My Life Motto

“It’s better to look back and say, ‘I can’t believe I did that,’ than to look back and say, ‘I wish I did that.’”

Final Words

I’ve learned that our past doesn’t define us—it refines us.
You may face grief, betrayal, fear, or doubt, but never give up.
Your story matters. Your dreams matter. YOU matter.

So press on.
Even when you don’t feel strong.
Even when it’s hard.
Even when the race feels too long.

Because someone, somewhere, is watching—and your story might be the reason they choose not to give up.

This is my story.
This is my testimony.
And I believe... the best is yet to come.