I recalled a night even when I closed my eyes and saw what I can only describe as the brightest, most brilliant white light I have ever experienced. I lay in bed as the light hovered above me. I was terrified. I wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating, and I was not psychotic, but I was so scared that as my heart pounded, I stopped breathing on purpose, hoping the light would stop or go away. As I continued to look into the light, to try and see what it was or where it was coming from, the image of a face so bright appeared. I didn’t understand. I could not understand what was happening to me. Still terrified, I looked into the light. It was Jesus looking into me as the light of His image floated and drifted, and when I realized it, I was overwhelmed with so many catastrophic emotions. My mind couldn’t comprehend it. I couldn’t sleep. When I got out of bed the following day, and there was average daylight, and it was just a regular day, I put the experience aside. I knew it happened; I did not imagine it, but I could not fit it into logical reasoning. Another time I experienced lights radiating around me. I know I was seeing angels. The light was white and pure. It was the ultimate reality. Coming from the morning was complete, perfect peace, love, forgiveness, and beauty. The love I felt, and everything else existing in this light was unselfish and pure. I knew it could only come from Jesus. The light was love because Jesus truly is love. Then I saw inside my chest. My chest looked like a pitch-black room with the lights turned out. I could see the outline of my heart and how my heart was sitting in darkness. Yet, there was a beam of pure, white light bursting outward from a small piece of my heart like a ray of sunshine coming through a storm cloud. The light was filled with peace, love, and goodness. I knew Jesus was telling me that my heart was in darkness and that if I only let a small piece of Him shine through, there could be unimaginable peace. He broke me down and gave me a new breath of life.