I received a phone call yesterday from my mentor, Steve Smothers concerning a friend of mine from high school. He called to inform me that my friends husband had committed suicide and that he would be doing the funeral the next day. Steve had been our youth pastor and we all deeply enjoyed those days together. I could tell that Steve was feeling the impact of the situation and could hear his concern for our friend in his voice. This was a tragedy beyond one person taking his life. The impact has yet to be realized.
Many people contemplate taking their own life yet never follow through. I would be one of them. But God used the circumstances surrounding my life at that time to bring me to faith in Christ. It’s hard for me to fathom the depths of pain that someone must feel and the hopelessness that stirs in a person’s soul that would influence them to follow through with such a life altering decision. But the truth remains that there is still healing and hope available to every person, no matter how dark things may seem.
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve last written. The busyness of life, ministry and writing has been exhaustive to say the least. Other priorities have taken a front seat and pushed their way forward, though uninvited. But this situation has stirred my heart and I felt that I had to write about it. Things concerning life and death seem to take the drivers seat when they arise. Everything else suddenly takes a back seat and the priority of people makes us step on the brake, rightly bringing our active life to a halt. The eternal interrupts the temporal and the search for meaning and significance reemerges from our soul once again.





