At that instant of time when I gave all up to him to do
with me as he pleased, and was willing that God should rule over me at his pleasure, redeeming love broke into my soul
with repeated scriptures,
with such power that my whole soul seemed to be melted down
with love; the burden of guilt and condemnation was gone, darkness was expelled, my heart humbled and filled
with gratitude, and my whole soul, that was a few minutes ago groaning under mountains of death, and
crying to an unknown God for help, was now filled
with immortal love, soaring on the wings of faith, freed from the chains of death and darkness, and
crying out, My Lord and my God; thou art my rock and my fortress, my shield and my high tower, my life, my joy, my present and my everlasting portion.
And finally I let go and
cried, I
cried for Anne and her family, I
cried for those who helped them, I
cried for those who had died, for those who just survived —
with scares on the outside as well as inside and I
cried for the still suffering in the world and I
cried for the
gratitude I had for my freedom, and I thought how true it is that everybody's got a story.