By Stefanie Krueger
At the end of the vision I re-entered into reality. I was still sitting in my church pew, now crying at a simple realization—the man in the vision was me….
I was the one who was writhing in pain at the thought of all my guilty stains. I was the one crying out for deliverance, never realizing that I was already secure in the arms of my Father. When forgiveness was in my grasp, I dropped it and ran. When grace-filled light broke through my pain, I cowered back into the well-known darkness of my sin. I wanted to be free, but all I knew was how to be a slave. Despite my best efforts to remain hidden, there was a relentless love that would not leave me alone. Grace’s melody could not be so easily escaped.