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From Pain to Purpose – Held by God’s Grace

Praise the Lord!

I was born into a broken family, where love felt distant and rejection was familiar. Even basic comforts like sitting on a sofa or sleeping on a bed were denied to me. My mother was sent away from my father’s house, and I stayed behind – raised by a father who became paralyzed when I was just 11.

Even as a little girl, I was never treated with affection. My grandmother treated my mother cruelly, and I too became a target – simply because I was born a daughter.

But in the middle of this pain, God planted a light. I found strength in my studies. My teachers and friends lifted me up with love and encouragement. I became a top student in Malayalam medium – a small sign that God had His hand on me, even when I felt unseen.

At the age of 18, I was sent to live with my mother – a woman broken by her own suffering. There was no emotional bond between us. But God sent me a helper: my younger brother. He supported me, guided me, and helped me rebuild. He was a true gift from God.

By His grace, I was married to a kind, broad-minded Army man. My brother arranged the marriage, and though Army life brought its own set of challenges – including war and long separations – God protected us. I chose to leave job opportunities behind so I could raise my daughter with full attention, love, and care. God blessed me with a bold, kind-hearted husband and a loving father to our daughter – a true backbone of strength in our lives. His courage gave us protection, and his love gave us stability

She grew up to be brilliant – a topper in school and college. But life brought another storm.

Her marriage ended in emotional abuse. Her narcissistic husband tried to damage our peace, ruin our reputation, and isolate us from loved ones. It was a season of deep pain, but we stood firm in faith – and chose justice over silence. With God’s strength, we took legal steps through the Domestic Violence Act.

Even while facing court battles and emotional wounds, my daughter stood tall – completing her MSc with distinction. Her victory is a testament to God’s grace and her inner courage.

Gratitude Amidst the Storm

Some days, the weight of pain is too much – watching my only daughter silently carry the wounds of betrayal, while holding myself together in prayer. I often wonder how long this journey will last… but even in those moments, I thank God.

Because every morning I wake up is a miracle. Every step forward is strength from above. And every tear I cry is known by my Heavenly Father.

Born a Woman in a World of Trials

It is not easy to be born a woman in a world full of judgment and injustice. We are expected to endure silently, to stay strong, to give endlessly – even when breaking inside.

But through Jesus, I’ve learned this truth:
My worth is not defined by how others treat me, but by how God sees me.

He saw my pain. He lifted me from shame. He gave me dignity. I am not a victim – I am a living witness of His grace.

This is Only a Small Part of My Story

There are so many untold struggles, silent prayers, and invisible scars. But I choose to share this part not for sympathy – but to testify:

That His grace has carried me.
That His love has sustained me.
That His faithfulness has never failed me.

The rest of our story – mine and my daughter’s – is still being written by the Author of Life. And I believe, in His perfect time, it will all come together… beautifully.

Please continue to keep us in your prayers.
All glory to Jesus.

With love and unshakable faith,
Geetha Sam

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