It's taken me far too long to realize how precious life is. I've taken it for granted, I've wanted to toss it out the window, I've wanted to end it. The beautiful thing is that no matter how long the storm may last, the sunshine will come again. That my God, my Abba, is the author of hope even when all is hopeless. The love the Father gives is endless, the faith He has in His children boundless. Your mistakes do not define you in His eyes, your flaws are turned into beauty when given to Him. Freedom is possible in Him, you just have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down.