“What the blood of Jesus covers, the enemy can no longer uncover-my story didn’t end in shame because grace rewrote every line. I’m not who hurt me; I am who He healed. The pain that tried to bury me became the bridge God used to send me. My past no longer has the mic-my Redeemer does. Every scar that tried to silence me is now a weapon forged by God’s hand, turning what once bound me into the very thing that builds others. My wounds weren’t wasted-they became the sermon someone else needs. And the only reason I survived is because my testimony is now Heaven’s battle cry.”-Reeanna Harrilal