Hello, my name is Jesse Schaub.
Hello, my name is Jesse Schaub. First and foremost, I want to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for my salvation, for always being faithful, and for having His hand of protection over my life.
All the honor, praise, and glory belong to Him. As a young boy, my life was marked by domestic violence and drug use that I witnessed firsthand. My biological father was a police officer, but behind closed doors he abused my mother both verbally and physically.
One of my earliest memories is of my mom, my baby sister, and me running for our lives as he chased us with a rifle, intent on killing us. I believe his drug use and anger issues fueled that moment. By God's grace, His hand of protection was over us, and my mom found the courage to leave that abusive environment.
A few years later, my mom met a wonderful man who took on the role of a father. He gave us a better life and remains with us to this day. Still, despite their efforts, I carried bitterness, resentment, and anger deep within me.
I never saw my biological father again until his death when I was 16. I didn't shed a tear—I still held tightly to the anger and pain. As I grew older, that same anger and bitterness carried into my relationships. By the age of 20, I was married with two children—a son and a daughter.
But the cycle of violence, addiction, and anger that I had known as a child spilled over into my own family.
All the honor, praise, and glory belong to Him. As a young boy, my life was marked by domestic violence and drug use that I witnessed firsthand. My biological father was a police officer, but behind closed doors he abused my mother both verbally and physically.
One of my earliest memories is of my mom, my baby sister, and me running for our lives as he chased us with a rifle, intent on killing us. I believe his drug use and anger issues fueled that moment. By God's grace, His hand of protection was over us, and my mom found the courage to leave that abusive environment.
A few years later, my mom met a wonderful man who took on the role of a father. He gave us a better life and remains with us to this day. Still, despite their efforts, I carried bitterness, resentment, and anger deep within me.
I never saw my biological father again until his death when I was 16. I didn't shed a tear—I still held tightly to the anger and pain. As I grew older, that same anger and bitterness carried into my relationships. By the age of 20, I was married with two children—a son and a daughter.
But the cycle of violence, addiction, and anger that I had known as a child spilled over into my own family.
