After that night, something shifted in Felicia. She didn't just feel forgiven—she began to feel *restored*.
For the longest time, she had viewed herself through a broken lens:
"I'm weak."
"I'm impure."
"I'm just a girl who fell."
But now, God was slowly reshaping those inner beliefs. Every morning, she'd wake up and speak the truth of God's Word over herself:
"I am not my past."
"I am a new creation."
"I am clothed in strength and dignity."
"I am the righteousness of God in Christ."
"I am beautiful, body and soul—redeemed and set apart."
She started journaling her journey. Every trigger, every moment of victory, every word God whispered to her in her secret place. The pages became sacred. Some days she wept while writing, and other days she laughed—amazed at how far she'd come.
One Sunday after church, her mentor sat her down and said,
"Felicia, do you know what I see in you?"
She shook her head.
"A woman of depth. A warrior in worship. And a voice for girls who are too afraid to speak."
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Me?"
"Yes, you. Because God doesn't waste pain. He transforms it into purpose."From then on, Felicia became more intentional in speaking to younger girls. Not in a preachy way, but in a *real* way. She'd sit with them, ask questions, listen without judgment, and then gently remind them of who they were.
"You're not dirty."
"You're not too far gone."
"God doesn't just want to forgive you—He wants to heal the way you see yourself."
"You are a daughter. Fully known. Deeply loved."
And slowly, her story started healing others too.