On Those Days When We Wonder If Ministry Is Worth It



I don't have a long list of theological qualifications or college degrees.

I am not steeped in denominational traditions that some hold sacred.

I wasn't raised going to church regularly.

Yet I have been part of the Church now for 24 years.

So when do I start feeling like an insider? 

I wonder if I'll ever be able to speak in front of a room full of people without trembling from head to toe, wondering whether or not this feeling of being an outsider will ever dissipate. Because I bring one qualification to the table: I'm a sinner saved by grace who simply said YES. 

It's called ministry.

Over the years, God relentlessly stirred in my heart a passion to study Scripture. In His Word there is breath and life, forgiveness and redemption, and grace and love. So I chose to become a Bible nerd, because that's where Jesus wooed me and I fell in love with Him. Page after page demonstrates how much He loves us and what He accomplished on our behalf even while we were still sinners.

I've learned to filter life through the teachings and truths of Scripture, but I still don't know it well.

It never fails after speaking at each event, people have questions. Questions I don't have the answers to. And I'll watch the realization dawn on their faces when they figure out that I'm just as frightened and confused as they are about this thing we call faith, and I'm not the authority figure they think they need.

Sometimes I wait fidgeting in green rooms before walking onto a platform, and I wonder with all the lights, production and media if it wouldn't be better for Lady Gaga just to show up and entertain.

I'm not an entertainer. I fit in best with those who don't fit in. The ones who are still trying to find their way. Those who survive life's messes only by the grace of God.

Because I understand that.

I live that. 

And I stand before some women who have lived this faith journey twice as long and wonder what in the world God will say through me that can even make a difference in their lives. I dive in out of obedience, then afterward a woman in her 70s comes up and says how she now understands parts of the Bible in ways that she hasn't before.

And I'm once again amazed at how God uses cracked, clay pots. How he uses our differences to make a difference.

But I soon forget the conversation, because someone else makes a thoughtless comment about divorce or the inadequacy of not being a lifelong church-goer. And I let the enemy take the wind from my sails once again instead of leaning against the Rock of Ages.

Some days I feel like such a fraud.

And then a reader from California sends me photos of their women's group walking through one of my Bible studies. And the envelope contains handwritten notes from each lady. Then I get an email of encouragement from Canada. And I sit next to a conference-goer's most precious little girl on a plane whose enthusiasm re-introduces me to the beauty of sunset at 42,000 feet.

And I just want to do well by these amazing people. And I long to honor God above all.

So I make plans to start a new devotional series or map out a new Bible study to keep pointing them the Source of Love.

Then my inbox gets too full. And someone warns me to tone down the divorce talk and loving-on-LGBT-people talk because it makes safe people feel uncomfortable. And then I worry if I'm offending my platform to where it will affect my bottom line, because I need to replace a rusting front gate before it collapses.

And I get anxious about getting my "brand" out there and keeping afloat on the sea of social media. Before I know it I haven't seen my mom or sisters in weeks and I only see real-life friends every other month because I'm too busy traveling the country telling other people how to love their neighbors.

And I get overwhelmed and angry and tired in places that I didn't know I could get tired.

Can this be good for my soul? Is this whole ministry thing worth it?

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I pull into the driveway after a long trip, and see that one-eyed squirrel digging in my flowerbed.

George, named by an online friend's young child, is storing up nuts again. I thought for sure that a cat had gotten him last year when he suddenly disappeared and never came back. Yet here he is, half blind but faithfully working toward winter.

At the sight of him so industrious, I put my head on the steering wheel and let the tears roll.

Maybe it's because I'm exhausted from the trip.

Maybe it's because I'm just glad to be home.

Or maybe because George reminds me that life is only as complicated as I choose to make it.

So I just keep praying for God's guidance. For Him to give me the strength to do this calling that I could have never pictured nor imagined. Ever.

And I'll remember a raggedy band of twelve disciples who were outsiders and held no more qualifications for ministry than I do. Who could have never pictured nor imagined that journey.

And half blind I'll faithfully keep writing about real life and a real Jesus who loves real people in real time.

And I'll keep sharing encouragement from God's Word hoping that He uses this messy, unorganized disciple to stir ripples of hope in hurting hearts.

And I'll stop worrying about being an insider, because in this world we will always be outsiders, called to shine His light in the darkness.

It's that simple.

It's that hard.

It's that wonderful.

It's called ministry.

And I wouldn't change it for the world.

Thoughts?

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What Scriptures Helped You Survive Life's Darkest Storms?



It's the wee hours, the candle has almost burned to a nub, and I'm finishing up another chapter in my next book.

The rain is coming down in sheets outside.

And it hits me: I need your wisdom. Well, your experience, really.

What Scripture passage(s)  have helped you through life's darkest storms?

We all experience those life storms. Death of a loved one. A wayward child. Divorce. Miscarriage. Infertility. Health difficulties. Unending singleness. Job loss. Career transfer. Caring for aging parents. Sending that last kid to college.

You name it, we've experienced it.

But what I want to know is: which passage(s) did God highlight for you during those toughest trials?

When I endured the unbelievable pain and sadness of divorce five and a half years ago, God led me straight to Psalm 18:

He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the Lord was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.
Psalm 18:16-19

Those amazing verses helped me remember that God never abandons me in the storm -- even when I can't see Him past the debris. He is my rock and spacious place -- because He delights in me.

What about you?

Someone reading this post today may be enduring a hard time.

The verse that God used in powerfully your life may be just the one that he or she needs to hear. 

It may be the exact one that fits perfectly in this next book.

Would you be willing to share it here today?

And if you're experiencing one of those storms right now, perhaps you could make a note of these to keep close each day.
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When Less Means More



Less is more.

We hear that a lot.  

It's a trendy phrase. 

Magazines embrace the vision of simpler living, of pairing down, of decluttering.

Fashion shows promote what not to wear and dressing in straight-lined classics.

Technology pushes new gadgets in front of us that promise to streamline life, if only you sync it with your nine other devices through a cloud that's not really a cloud.

But the less-is-more trend isn't new.

Jesus introduced that concept over 2,000 years ago.

"Few things are neededor indeed only one," He reminded Martha. {Luke 10:42}

You see, Martha's sister Mary figured it out. Yes, there were two dozen tasks that demanded Mary's attention to help Martha prepare dinner for Jesus and His guests. But Mary knew what was needed.

Tune out the crowd noise, sit at Jesus' feet, and listen to Him.

When you look at your daily to-do list, does that fit?

When you need to go grocery shopping, pick up the dry cleaning, pay for the dog's meds at the vet, withdraw cash from the ATM, prepare a fabulous meal, and get the kid to soccer practice before 7pm while still letting your husband know he's number 1, does it fit?

Sometimes in the midst of writing, traveling, speaking, reading, working, volunteering, and coordinating time with family and friends, I simply forget.

Tune out the crowd noise, sit at Jesus' feet, and listen to Him.

In the wee hours, when all is quiet, He reminds me, just like He reminded Martha centuries ago: "you are worried and anxious about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one."

Only one thing is necessary. 

That I walk in closer communion with Christ.

That I pause life's chaotic pace to spend time at His feet, like Mary did.

Every. Single. Day.

It's simple—embrace the greatest adventure of being a wholly-devoted lover of Jesus Christ.

To take up our cross daily and follow Him.

Just that one thing.

It doesn't have to be complicated, because that one thing is everything.

Whether it's five minutes in prayer or ten minutes in a morning devotion, every minute you spend at His feet translates to less stress.

In the lessening, He becomes greater.
   In the listening, He becomes our guide.
      In the leaning in, He becomes our refuge and strength.

Tune out the crowd noise, sit at Jesus' feet, and listen to Him.

When it comes down to it, less means more because we hand off our anxieties to Him and receive His new mercies every morning.

More grace. More gifts. More growth.

Less stress. Less worry. Less struggle.

Less really IS more. 

Just ask Jesus. 

Do you struggle with less is more?
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When the World is in Flames and We Need Burning Bushes



I pull out the plastic storage bin labeled "Easter," grab the knitted bunny by her starched ears, and nestle her safe against the decoupage eggs. She stares blankly into space.

I know how you feel, girl.

As I glance back at the blur of April, Easter seems three years ago, not three weeks.

The calendar will flip to May on Friday. 

It feels as if I just prayed through Lent while looking forward to celebrating Jesus' resurrection. The days seem to blur together as I'm just running to catch up.

But God knows how to grab our attention.

To deploy holy pyrotechnics.

He once did the same for Moses: 

"I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.”
Exodus 3:1-3

Moses thought that day was no different than the blurry one before. He expected nothing uncommon except the end of a common day.

Yet God needed to interrupt Moses' safe, complacent life to remind him that he had a higher calling.

Sometimes it takes flames to capture our attention and re-engage our hearts with a hurting world.

Like flames from the rubble following a 7.8 magnitude earthquake in Nepal.

Like flames from burning businesses and police cars in the divided streets of Baltimore.

Burning bushes tend to jar us out of our fireproof bubbles to notice the world in flames around us. As I have buried my head in writing a new manuscript, heartbroken families in Nepal bury their loved ones.

Burning bushes tend to clarify what's truly important -- RELATIONSHIPS.

Relationships with each other.

Relationship with Him.

Sometimes God needs to interrupt our lives and reignite our hearts to serve others in love.

Experts say that the Nepalese earthquake moved the capital by three meters and Mount Everest moved by none, but God used the tragedy to move countless hearts toward each other in love.

Love fans the flame of compassion so that we ditch the fireproof bubble of safety and risk it all to share the light of the Gospel with a dark, hurting world.

He reminds us that we have a higher calling: LOVE.

Although Easter happened over 2,000 years ago, its message of love burns bright:

"For God so loved the world, that He gave his only Son,
That whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life."
John 3:16
 

I gather a few more Easter items to tuck away until next year.

A wire basket. A rough wooden cross. Some green plastic grass.

But my eyes pause on the bunny.

As she stares glassy-eyed from the bin, I whisper:

Lord, may you never let us see the world that way.
 
What is one way that you could demonstrate God's love today?


So God Made a Mama


In a few short weeks, we will celebrate Mother's Day.

My mom and my three sisters are incredible mothers. Through good times and bad, they've always stressed the special bond of love that binds our family together. Consequently, we are very blessed to have a close, loving, supportive family.

When I think about Mom, for some unknown reason I remember that Dodge Ram commercial. You know, that one about farmers narrated by Paul Harvey that makes me cry every time.

As I ponder the incredible mothers that my Mom and three sisters have been, I penned what a similar commercial would convey about mamas.

So to Mom, my sisters, and all you precious mamas out there -- this is for you:

God looked down from heaven on families and said, "I need a nurturer. Someone willing to rise before dawn, cook breakfast, pack a child's lunch, flag down the school bus, work all day making the house a home, cook again, eat supper, then go upstairs and stay up past bedtime reading stories to eager ears."
So God made a mama.

God said, "I need someone willing to sit up all night with a crying baby, and nurse her back to health with boundless love, who can cheer loudest, sew a new dress from scraps, demonstrate how to twirl, make playdough from scratch, then teach a round-eyed pre-schooler how to build a castle."
So God made a mama.

It needed to be someone who could tie a ponytail holder from pipe cleaners, bread ties and curly ribbon and will finish her 40 hour work week by Tuesday supper, then clear the dishes and sit back down with her children to put in another 50 hours checking arithmetic, sounding out vowels, and calling out spelling words.
So God made a mama.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to discipline when necessary, yet gentle enough to push a swing, decorate cupcakes, trim a Christmas tree, and kiss a scraped knee, who forgives transgressions with a smile and will stop her car in traffic to wait patiently for stray ducks to cross."
So God made a mama.

It had to be somebody who would love deep and see the glass half full, somebody to bake, make, wake, support and encourage and chauffeur and teach and plant flowers and keep singing through the hard times. Somebody who would honor her husband and wrap a family together tight with the soft, strong bonds of prayer.

Who would chuckle, and then sigh, and reply with tear-filled eyes,
    when her daughters say with thankful hearts,
        that they want to be a mama --  
            just like her some day.

So God made a mama.

What do/did you find special about your mama?
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The Reason You Need to Know Why Jesus Couldn't Stay in the Grave

 

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light." Genesis 1:1-3

That's how God created.

He spoke life into the darkness.

With a mighty breath He exhaled galaxies.

By the billions.

According to National Geographic, the number of galaxies cannot be counted. The observable universe alone may contain 100 billion. Galaxies with less than a billion stars are considered "small galaxies." In our own galaxy, the sun is just one of about 100 billion stars.

Are you grasping those numbers?

Billions.

That vastness absolutely boggles my mind.

Our God breathed out that which we will never be able to fully count—yet He knows the number of hairs on your head:

"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground
outside of your Father's care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." 
Matthew 10:29-31

Assigning a number indicates a desire to keep track. When God sees His people, he doesn't see a flock.
   Or a rabble of hair.
      Or a herd of heads.
         He sees YOU—individually.  

You are His beautiful, beloved child.

Such a truth may be hard to grasp on a non-descript Tuesday after Easter when the party's over and life feels like one big cracked egg.

But God knows you by name. The One who knew you first, loves you most. And He never forgets about you. How can you be sure? Because He said so:

"I have written your name on the palm of My hand." Isaiah 49:16

The God of the universe, Creator of everything, has YOUR NAME carved on His mighty hand. 

Jesus, His Son our Savior, chose to wear a thorny crown to win our faltering heart. He endured scourging to the brink of death. He was nailed bloody on a cross and died.

But that's not the end of His story. Or ours.

God rolled back that stone from the tomb on Easter morning and raised Jesus in resurrection glory so that all who believe in Him will not perish but have everlasting life.

Jesus' sacrifice bridged the gap between heaven and hell for all those who believe by  faith.

The reason Jesus couldn't stay inside the grave?

YOU.

He loves you THAT much.

Some days I don't feel very loveable. Or cherishable. Or even likeable.

Perhaps you can relate.

The nails didn't keep Jesus on that cross. His love for us kept Him there. He paid our astronomical sin debt and handed us the keys to heaven—no charge.

That's how God healed us forever.

He spoke life into our darkness: "It is Finished."

If you're feeling like Humpty Dumpty today, fallen and cracked, remember that nothing —no nothing— can separate us from God's love.

YOU are the reason Jesus couldn't stay in the grave, beloved.

"But God demonstrates his own love for us in this:
While we were still sinners, Christ died for us
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Romans 5:8 

 What does that truth change for you today?

The Heart of Maundy Thursday


The first time I was invited to attend a Maundy Thursday service over 20 years ago, I had no clue what it was. They tried valiantly to explain the significance.

But I had to experience it first-hand to understand the true meaning.

Maundy Thursday, also called Holy Thursday, recalls the events that took place the night Jesus was betrayed in the upper room.

The gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke reveal how Jesus instituted the Lord's Supper for the first time. That life-altering table of forgiveness laid out for us.

But the gospel of John focuses on something different.

John hones in on Jesus' final teachings to His disciples -- this band of men who had followed Him, served Him, and witnessed three years of His ministry.

John realized that those who know their remaining time is short choose words carefully to ensure only the essential gets conveyed.

So what were Jesus' instructions that night? "A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another." John 13:34

Serving Jesus requires love.

The word maundy is derived from the Latin phrase mandatum novum, meaning "new commandment." You and I have been commanded to love. To live in relationship with Him and each other.

But John doesn't simply end his account with men enjoying a meal and hearing Jesus speak. He tells how Jesus dramatically punctuated His words with action.

In a shocking turn of events that almost sent Peter over the edge, Jesus -- God in the flesh -- stooped to wash the disciples' feet.

Jesus "got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him. ... 'Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.'" John 13:4, 13-16

Serving Jesus requires serving others.

We can opt to serve others from a safe distance by sending money or supplies, but serving to make a kingdom impact as His hands and feet requires us to get in close.

Get our hands dirty.

Do the lowliest job.

That's what foot washing represented in Biblical times. Only the lowest servant was relegated to the task of washing feet encased in sandals and thick desert dust. The job stunk. Literally.

That's where Jesus meets us on Maundy Thursday -- in the middle of our smelly lives.

He washes our feet in love and welcomes us to His table of forgiveness. And as we draw close, we hear Him remind us of His mandatum novum: "Love one another, just as I have loved you."

The heart of Maundy Thursday reflects the heart of God: love.

Love instituted in a meal of forgiveness and redemption.

Love demonstrated by a foot washing, life-giving love.

If you have the opportunity to attend a Maundy Thursday service tonight, don't miss out. It provides a beautiful glimpse into God's everlasting love for us.

How does Jesus' act of love and servant leadership inspire you?

*This blog originally posted April 2014.
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Good Friday: The Slow Gurgle of Grace



The darkness is almost palpable as the sanctuary lights extinguish.

Only candles illuminate the enormous wooden cross behind the altar.

The organ's low pedal grumbles as a lone tenor pierces the silence: "Were you there when they crucified my Lord?"

Each hymn verse progressing through the events of Good Friday toward Easter Sunday.

"Were you there when they nailed him to the cross?"

Mary was. Mary, the mother of Jesus, stood in silent anguish while the Son hung high in His. Sitting in a comfortable pew, the gruesome horror seems unimaginable.

What reserves of faith and strength would a mother need to witness her son endure such incomprehensible pain without risking life and limb to save him? Her unwavering trust in a faithful God shines bright in the darkness.

I wonder if she ever stopped remembering those images when she closed her eyes at night.

She realized Jesus had not been pierced and crushed because of what HE did, but because of what WE did. Christ, the Light of the world, hung for hours drowning in the blood of our sin.

A slow gurgle of grace.

"Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?"

John was. The disciple whom Jesus loved. He stood at the foot of the cross with Mary and Mary Magdalene. And Jesus entrusted His mother to John's care. They were the last words Jesus said to his beloved disciple.

I wonder if he felt relief when Jesus' suffering was finally over.

John knew Jesus was blameless of the Pharisee's trumped up charges. The very ones who should have recognized Jesus first saw Him not. They perceived the perfect Son as a poisonous sideshow.

Yet Jesus promises that even when we exchange God's plan for worldly gain, He still faithfully offers us the wellspring of life.

A soul gushing of grace.

"Were you there when the stone was rolled away?"

Jesus was. Raised to life from death because that was God's plan all along. Those nails didn't keep Jesus on the cross — His love for us kept Him there.

Jesus suffered to save us from hell's eternal grasp.

He suffered to remove the temple curtain that denied us direct access to Him.

He died so we would have the chance to LIVE.

A tidal wave of grace.
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God's blessings as you walk toward Calvary during this Holy Week.



When You're Struggling in the Gray and Need a Vivid Portrait of Jesus



The rain falls all day on Saturday.

It's one of those days where time's hands slowed their pace, perfectly in sync with Spring's dawning.  

I light candles, glowing red against the gray skies.

New shoots of green grass drink the Spring rain like parched desert travelers. Trees branches bud new life as rain drops drape from them like diamond necklaces.

I brew a fresh pot of coffee.

I crack a window and turn off the TV, leaning into smells of damp earth. The patio has morphed into Noah's Ark for refugee snails.

I inhale deep, exhale long, and sigh.

Gathering the cats into my lap and snuggling warm under a blanket, I gaze up at the stormy gray skies. The stress of a hectic week flows away like the mini rivers crisscrossing the backyard.

Time ceases and I lose track of how long I just ... AM.



I marvel at the beauty of color, even when the day is gray.

Life is like that.  

Sometimes our days blur together in shades of gray and we're running at breakneck speed, missing the vibrant beauty that's waiting to be noticed.

The splendor is ever present, but only when we slow our pace can we behold the treasure.



I dislodge the cats and reach for my Bible. In those black and white pages, John paints exquisite portraits of Jesuseach chapter a canvas of our loving Savior pursuing us for relationship.

Rich, color-filled illustrations of love and sacrifice that I desperately need to remember on those gray days.

I marvel at John's portraits of Christ — so I make a list:

John 1—Son of God: "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." (1:14)

John 4—Soul Winner: "Whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (4:14)

John 5—Great Physician: "Then Jesus said to him, 'Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.' At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked." (5:8-9)

John 6—Bread of Life: "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry." (6:35)

John 8—Defender of the Weak: "Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” (8:7)

John 9—Light of the World: "While I am in the world, I am the light of the world." (9:5) 

John 10—Good Shepherd: "I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep." (10:11)

John 13Servant: "He poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him." (13:5)

John 14—Consoler: "Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me." (14:1) 

John 19—Suffering Savior: "Carrying the cross by himself, he went to the place called Place of the Skull. There they nailed him to the cross." (19:17-18)

John 20—Conqueror of Death: "Early on Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance." (20:1)


Jesus draws us to Him. He knows what He offers is good. I pause and allow His goodness to wash over my heart and mind like the life-giving Spring rain.  

God ordained rest. He knows what He offers is good. Rushing through life turns colorful days into bland gray repetition—missed and never savored. 

So on those hard days when I struggle through darkness, this list points to the Light of the world who is my Defender, Good Shepherd, Consoler and Soul Winner. 

And this gray day explodes with dramatic color.  

I close my Bible and take a sip of coffee.  

I inhale deep, exhale long, and sigh.  

Thankful. Content. Loved.

What portrait of Jesus draws you to Him today?
Can you add anything to the list?
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Suicide's Silent Cry - Following Up


Two years ago this week, I wrote a blog post on suicide after a friend told me that she had tried to kill herself. After seeking help from family, friends and church, she is doing very well today.

Then over the weekend, I spent time with a different friend who is struggling with thoughts of suicide. We're in constant communication as we seek the Lord's guidance together and professional help for her. I don't want this precious friend to slip through the cracks of my "busyness."

Facing this topic again hit me hard. Consequently, today I am reposting my original post. It's so easy for busyness to take the front seat, allowing friends to slip through the cracks under a fa├žade of "Everything's fine."

I love you all and do not tread lightly into this subject. It's a privilege to pray for you and wrestle through the Scriptures together on our journeys of faith.

The comments are open. Let's talk.

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March 12, 2013

Eyes haunted, she said it five minutes into our conversation last week.

"In November, I tried to kill myself."

Stunned, I could only stare at my friend, tears welling up. Spilling over. She had emailed the day before asking to meet for lunch. Just to chat and talk about a new venture in her life. We hadn't seen each other in months.

"I didn't believe anyone cared if I was gone," she said. "My family dynamics, my health struggles, financial stress - it just became too much. I was just so very tired." 

Her attempt wasn't a spur of the moment decision. She had researched on the internet an over-the-counter drug that would be a lethal combination with her prescribed medication. She drove to the store, made the purchase, took the pills, and went to bed.

She silently assumed her husband, family and friends didn't care. That they wouldn't miss her. She never expected to wake up again.

But God had other plans.

When she awoke the next morning and realized her suicide attempt failed, she confessed to her husband. He was beside himself and rushed her to the emergency room.

The doctors informed her she had miscalculated the lethal dose by a mere 200mg.

Looking back, she realizes that God gifted her with a new perspective. She sought counseling and shared hard, honest feelings with her family. She opened up to her church's small group, who has inundated her with love and support.

After years of struggling silently, she had reached her breaking point.

Perhaps you can relate to breaking points. 

Her story served as wake-up call for me. 

I felt as if I had let my friend down. That I wasn't there when she most needed me.

It made me realize that I need to have more conversations with friends about stuff that matters instead of the weather or latest TV program. To ask how they're doing - really doing - and listen without interruption.

If you are reading this today and find yourself at a breaking point, please reach out to someone. A family member. Pastor. Friend. SOMEONE. Because you are not alone. You are God's precious creation, so immeasurably loved that His Son voluntarily died and was victoriously raised to life to offer you eternity with Him.

"I have loved you with an everlasting love.
With unfailing love I have drawn you to myself."
Jeremiah 31:3

If you know someone who is enduring a difficult season, call them. Send an email. Drop by. SOMETHING. Let them know you care.

It may provide a 200mg difference.

Have you ever faced suicide in any capacity?
How can we help each other better?


NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION LIFELINE: 1-800-273-8255
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