Isaiah feels the searing heat of his wings being hurt as he falls from the sky, slipping, crashing. God’s hands leave him and he’s nothing. He’s no longer an angel serving the Heavens; he’s fallen.

As the dust in your backyard settles, you find him. Isaiah’s curled in on himself. His wings have turned gray, he doesn’t feel his connection to heaven. He covers his ears, unable to breathe. Blood on his hurt wings as he fell from the sky he feels weak.

He had no hope left until you found him…