After enduring a painful physically abusive relationship, Lindsay was finally getting on her feet again. She had the job and son of her dreams. Life was finally on the upswing. When her husband came home from prison, things took a turn for the worse. It all came to a head on the day her world stood still.
My husband came home from prison. Less than a week after coming home, he started becoming abusive again. He had just gotten out of prison after nearly 3 years for what he did to me while I was 4 months pregnant with my son. The whole time, I'd been waiting for him to come home.
When he came home my son was 2.5. My son only knew his father through our visits to the prison. He immediately fell into his old ways, which for some reason surprised me. I thought he had changed. After multiple fights, him repeatedly threatening my life and him holding my son and I hostage in our home, the holy spirit gave me courage and discernment. I started plotting my departure. After being home less than two months he had ruined our lives all over again. I had my dream job, a beautiful son and was finally getting back on my feet. I left it all behind. We were 2,000 miles away before he knew we were gone.
January 2009 would change Lindsay's life forever. When the barrel of a loaded gun touched her temple, Lindsay heard yelling echoing in the background. Her life flashed before her eyes.
"This is what happens right before you die", I thought to myself.
In those seconds that felt like hours, I was snatched back to childhood. I saw myself running and playing. I heard my Mom whispering she loved me as she gave me a nose kiss.
"This is going to devastate her", I thought to myself as I sat on my knees, waiting for him to pull the trigger.
After that thought, something in my mind yelled RUN! An angel carried me out of that third floor apartment. That was just beginning of a long, horrifying night. I was left naked from the bottom down, running to houses and banging on the doors. That flashback is something I remember vividly to this day.
After escaping an abusive relationship that nearly cost Lindsay her life, she found healing and forgiveness through a prayerful process that was sometimes met with stubbornness.
If I didn't forgive him, he would still be controlling me. I know that's what God wanted from us.
After finding healing for herself, Lindsay set out on a mission to provide other survivors with tools to rebuild their own lives. She founded two businesses that allow her to sow into the lives of other domestic violence survivors.
Every year, I publicly post the pictures of my face and tell a bit of my story. Every year a friend, acquaintance or stranger inboxes me for advice. I also volunteer at a womens shelter and have created two businesses with the hopes of providing survivors with employment to help them start over.
To discover more about Lindsay Harris and her initiatives, follow her on Instagram @IAmLins