“All I knew for certain was that somehow this God managed to see good in me when I could only see bad in myself. This God seemed determined not to give up on me, even when I felt like giving up on myself. To me, God had been little more than a fairytale. To me He was an abstract concept or set of ideas, not a living person who was all-powerful and real. And yet this fairytale was beginning to break out of its pages into the real world—into my life.”