When I sit with Fred, in his office, I know that I am involved in something so much bigger. I love that in the midst of what would often seem so dark and lost, Fred would find the redemptive thread of Papa’s presence. I would see the mess in me, he would see beauty; I would see sexual abuse, he would see femininity; I would see anger, he would see holiness. I am forever grateful for this man–for his strength, his love, his enduring patience that has enabled me to share my deep internal sexual struggles, encouraging me to embrace my longings instead of my fears, so I could rest in Papa’s enrapturing redemptive story.