When I was 16, I went through a depression phase. I felt unloved and unworthy of happiness. I knew in the back of my mind, that God loved me but it was difficult to relate it to my life. I knew that Jesus died for me so that I could live in complete freedom. I knew that He could hear my prayers, I never doubted any of it. But my knowledge of these Truths couldn't break through and overflow my spirit. No song, no sermon, no word, no hug could shatter the lies of the enemy. No one could understand the pain inside my heart but there was One who was watching everything and felt the hurt in my tears. Then one day, as I meditated on life and sunk deep into my melancholy ponderings, I asked my Father aloud, "Who am I, that You would love me enough to die for me?" I was not expecting an answer but in that precious, gentle, loving voice that I had grown to recognize and love He said, "You are WORTH dying for, my daughter." What months of shallow reassurances, soulfu...