There’s an old story in Scripture. Maybe you know it.

A broken woman. Alone. Ashamed. Cast out.

She came to the well at noon, hoping no one would see her.

But Jesus did see her.

He didn’t shame her. He didn’t cancel her. He offered her living water.

She was stunned.

Jesus said:

“If you knew who I was, you would’ve asked me for a drink. And I would’ve given you living water.”

That story hits me deep—because I was that woman.

I’ve been told I wasn’t good enough. 

But God doesn’t need perfection; He uses the broken to carry out His perfect plan.

At 17, I dropped out of high school.

My parents gave me two choices: Go back to school, or get a job.

So I got to work…at Waffle House. Graveyard shifts. Spatula in hand.

It was humbling. It was hard. But it wasn’t the end of my story.

25 years later, that high school dropout became the first woman to graduate from The Citadel, and the first Republican woman elected to Congress from South Carolina.

And I didn’t do it alone—God carried me.

He carried me through trauma, heartbreak, single motherhood, public failure, and private grief.

He carried me when I was assaulted. When I was raped. When I was diagnosed with PTSD.

When I moved four times to keep my children safe.

When the world called me unworthy, God called me redeemed.

When the Left tried to silence me, God gave me a voice.

When I had nothing left to give, God filled me with living water.

I know what it means to be broken. And I know what it means to be rebuilt by grace.

This is more than politics. It’s a spiritual battle.

A fight for our churches, our daughters, our freedom—and our souls.

And I won’t sit back while spineless politicians sell out our country for fame and favor.

Now I’m running for Governor, and I’m up against a machine that wants to erase the values of faith-based Americans like you, Patriot.

If you believe in grace, truth, and second chances, I’m asking you to stand with me right now.

Because there are millions of women out there still waiting at the well.

Let’s show them: God still sees them.

And America still has fighters who won’t back down.

— Nancy Mace

P.S. I know what it feels like to be overlooked. Ignored. Counted out. But I also know what it feels like to be used by God for a mission far bigger than myself.

If you're ready to join me, I’d be honored to fight alongside you.