“At the beginning of my healing journey, I cried a lot. But over time, I could actually speak to someone about my abuse without crying. It was as if God had pulled back the curtains of a dark room and I was peeking out at a bright blue sky. What a glorious place! Years later, the Lord placed on my heart that I needed to tell one of the persons who abused me that I forgave him. I knew he wasn't the same person anymore; at the time of the abuse, he was just a kid. I had already forgiven him, but he need to hear it. One day, at just the right time, the Lord opened the door for me to visit with him. After saying, "I forgive you," I watched as his strong shoulders shuddered and tears fell to the floor. Then he said, "I have really been longing to hear that." At that moment, my freedom became his. My dear sister, your freedom awaits. Step into the light.”