Hope springs eternal in the human breast. (Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man)
May our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, who loved us and by His grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope. 2 Thessalonians 2:16
Can it really be 2013 already? Time does travel. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes full speed ahead. Since we have exchanged last year’s calendar for a new one, I’ve been thinking it might also be a good time to review this whole blog thingy.
The mission, 200 + blogs ago, was to tap into the pain of another child of God and be a hand extended ~ to comfort, to share the sorrow, to point to Jesus Christ, our only hope. I hope that you have felt His love through shared thoughts. I hope you have learned to trust in our friendship. I hope you will continue to stop by and share a moment of your day. I hope you find relief from pain if only for a moment. I hope you know that God will never let you down. He is always there to comfort and provide relief. Grief is hard work! It’s not for sissies. We may not find the end to pain, but pain will have an ultimate end when we no longer live in a war zone, so we encourage each other with these words. We’ve come to realize that we don’t walk through pain alone. That is what this blog is about.
There may be some late comers that don’t know my story. This is the Reader’s Digest version. Seven years ago, my first born died by suicide and we were flung into a world of pain that we never knew existed. To lose one’s child by sudden, shocking death of their own choosing is beyond description although I have tried.
I crawled into a hole and vowed to never come out. But God in His mercy, had other plans. Some might think it strange to consider that God speaks to His kids, but it’s not strange at all. We hear voices in our heads all the time. We know when we are tempted to do something bad ~ that voice is very familiar, right? We also know the soft voice which is much more quiet than the bad voice. It is this soft voice that speaks words of encouragement, which gives us ideas how to be helpful to ourselves and to others. This is the same voice which spoke to my heart one day. It whispered, “Why don’t you journal your pain to Me?” My immediate thought response was, “Why would I want to do that? I don’t write and besides, I don’t have anything to say.”
God was persistent. And it wasn’t long before I sat down at the computer and stared at a blank page of white. But it didn’t stay blank for long. I constantly poured out words of pain which filled many pages of my journal. God had bigger plans and a book was born. It is His book, really. I wrote about my feelings and He added His words of comfort. It was a shared experience that I will treasure always. I never felt so close to Him as I did then. About three years ago, Shattered by Suicide: My Conversations With God After The Tragic Death of My Son, was published and is available global on Amazon.com. This is not an attempt to advertise unless you consider telling what God has done through me, advertising. By His grace, there is a book out there going around the world to help those suffering from tragic loss. Every 40 seconds someone in this world takes their life. In this dark world, we need more than a mission statement, we need hope. We need a Savior.