I always felt dead, emotionally; something in me died through the abuse. I couldn’t join in with things going on around me, like I was watching the world pass me by. I was being blocked-out from joining my life around me. I learned this was a captive spirit through counseling at Freedom House.

As my counselor and I prayed, asking the Lord to show us where I was held captive, I sensed fear and I was in a tight dark quarters able to see a tunnel of light. I spoke of what I saw and my counselor saw the Lord digging in the earth, first with a shovel, then with His hands. I saw a hand coming towards what I was in, at first I thought it was a hand to be feared then the fear left and it came nearer and He flicked the black box off with His finger.

The Lord lifted me out, put me in His hand and massaged my spine, as I saw I was lying on a bed of rocks. Then He held me close to His mouth, face to face and breathed the breath of life into me. He then carried me out of the tunnel in His arms like a baby and brought me into the light. There was a beautiful rainbow there; its base was right at the hole we came out of. It was like iridescent color that just sparkled like I’ve never seen before, glittery. In its sparks of color I looked at my hands and they were covered with the most beautiful gold on my palms. I just marveled at the beauty I was in. I’ll never forget the image.

We then were hand in hand walking forward away from that hole we came out of. There was joy in my heart. I had been praying for that to come for years. The joy of being in the beauty and knowing I’ll never have to go back to the black box I was in. I get to experience life and see the beauty that always surrounds me. I have been joy-filled and a peace that surpasses my understanding since this happening in my soul. People come up and tell me how happy and at peace I look, it seems wherever I go. Which affirms this truth to my heart.

When I was a small child I always wrote a short story where I was leaving and was going into the rainbow, the top, I never came down from it, but someday I always new I would. Now I have. The understanding that the season of death in my life is over and I am walking forward with my left hand in the Lord’s I don’t ever want to let go of it. And I know He’ll NEVER let go of me, never has and never will until I’m with Him again in the Heavens.