When I was little, I remember a season where our home was somber. My Dad’s best friend, Craig, had taken his life and my dad had to identify his body.  Over the last decade, I’ve known two childhood friends, a cousin and several in our community take their lives. I hurt hard for these families, friends and their losses.  But I don’t understand the level of their loss. I can’t speak on their behalf.  But as someone who attempted suicide, I can speak up on behalf of that.  I have lived to see the goodness of God and his personal hand in a comeback.  He determined the day I would arrive and I trust his timing on the day I will leave. It’s too big of a burden to be responsible for the coming and going of one’s life. No matter how deep the valley, how dark the sky, how slimy the pit, there are people who need me and you in their lives.  We can not be replaced by anyone else. I love this verse about the preciousness of life when Jesus promised, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.” Some of us may feel like our life has been stolen, but with Jesus, we can get it back.  I hope this encourages someone today.

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