Testimonies & Thoughts

You may think suicide is an option that will free you from the pain and misery easily found in this life, but remember this:   1. There is another life after our mortal bodies die. It will either be eternal pain and misery or eternal life, joy, and peace. You are at the mercy of God once you die if you have not made the choice for yourself while you were still living on earth. All who choose Jesus, in this life, will be with Jesus eternally in the next life.   2. Your "freedom" from this life's pain and misery becomes chains that will entangle all who love you and who needed to know that you loved them. These chains could only be broken and they can only be set free by a Savior. If you did not know the Savior, how would you have taught about Him to those (especially your children) who knew you? Therefore, if they do not know the Savior, they too will now be faced with the inescapable pain and misery you ended for yourself and passed along to them.   Suicide i

My whole life, 38 years and counting, it has been easy to see the message that can wreak havoc in my life... when I let it.   Oftentimes, it will come in various shapes and sizes and colors, but all in all it is always telling me the same thing, "You are not good enough."   As a child, among family:   "You are not good enough to love and keep and accept into our family." I translated their message when I was seven years old, as my fourth family gave me back to the social worker to find a different home for me. When I was seventeen, I heard the message again as my adopted family put me back into the system! And on and on and on I have heard that message... never have I found a family to date that will call me their own (and treat me as if I were). I am an outcast, an outsider, on my own.   When I turned seventeen, and I found my birthmother and learned that my conception was a result of her being raped, it was another huge confirmation to my belief, at th

(Caution: The content of this post may not be suitable for younger imaginations unless a parent is ready to filter it first.) I cannot remember how it all started, but I definitely remember how horrifying and life changing it was.   There was a group of men; they seemed like Native Americans, by their skin tones and dark hair and eyes. They were acting like true savages. Something had happened. I am not sure what it was, but I knew there was great danger. I quickly acted and went inside the nursing home to try to protect a man.   I was too late. His door was open and I saw that the one fugitive had him cornered in the room. There was nothing I could do. I saw what the savage intended to do, and it terrified me. He had a long handled axe, and before I completely turned to run away, I heard the sound of him using it. This was horrific! There was an older woman walking in the hallway. She was completely oblivious to the danger she was in. I tried to look calm and I stopped run