Months later, on my birthday, I was in my room, watching a blizzard outside, and pondering the events of my life recently. I began to sob, overwhelmed by the grace that God had poured out of my life. Six months ago I was in the darkest storm I've ever been in and had barely made it out alive. I hadn't wanted to make it out alive. Six months ago I was desperate. Addicted. Hopeless. Now, I was celebrating my 18th birthday and was alive when I shouldn't be. I was no longer addicted. The world was full of hope. Instead of surviving at the mercy of 2 AM phone calls, now I had the opportunity to love on and pour out to people. I was happy to be alive and loving every second. I was dreaming again. So as my 18th birthday present to myself, I got a second giving key with the word "grace." I hope to wear it longer than 6 days this time, but I'm also overflowing with joy thinking about the day when God will call me to give it away and tattoo that word on someone else's heart.