Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Last April, when I attempted suicide, I truly felt hopeless. Totally drained of all joy, the only thing I felt, was pain, both physical, and emotional. Drowning in sorrow at the bottom of a deep, intensely dark well. Every time I would try to climb out of the well, I would lose my grip, and fall even further down into the well. My screams for help, went unheard from my family, and friends. Just as I truly began to fade away from this world, I heard it. The most beautiful sound ever, the sound of my Saviour. He reached His hand out to me, and said, "Come to Me, and I will give you rest. He brought me out of that well, and set me on solid ground. He gathered all of my tears, and put them in a bottle. He took my broken body, and began to mold it in His hands. He opened my heart, and soul, and poured hope all over them. Because of Him, I am no longer hopeless. When I think of my future, I am truly hopeful.