Ten years have passed, and his argument has remained my companion in thought, pressing upon me in moments of stillness.

Ten years have passed, and his argument has remained my companion in thought, pressing upon me in moments of stillness.

But when He looked at me, there was no anger, no condemnation. Only compassion. His eyes were filled with a kindness so profound that it took my breath away. And then He spoke. “Daughter,” He said gently, “your faith has healed you. Go in peace.”