When I was little, I remember a season where our home was somber. My Dad’s best friend 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 who lost their lives to suicide. I hurt hard for these families, friends and their losses, however I do not understand the level of their loss. I can’t speak on their behalf. But as someone who attempted suicide, I can speak on that behalf. Today I live to see the goodness of God; and I testify to give Him credit in my comeback. God determined the day I would arrive and I trust God’s timing on the day I will go. It’s too big of a burden toimage be responsible for the coming and going of my life. I’m not my expert – because I’m not my Creator. 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 my 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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