Have you been through something that shook the very core of who you are yet not a single person around you could understand. So you played the role. Smiled to be polite, and cried a river inside. Continued attending the small group meetings during the day and couldn't sleep at night. Ultimately, we all feel like this at some point and the worst part is no one understands. No one can comprehend the pain, the loneliness, the void, the fear.
David felt this. He said "This poor man cried out, and the LORD heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles." Psalms 34:6.
David cried out, he screamed, he pleaded, he in desperation did the only thing left to do. He cried out to the Lord. He knew no one around him would understand or could even help. His heart was in ragging pain and yet there was something he could do.
Cry out to God. He hears, He understands. Only He can know your pain, and save you from ALL your troubles. The bibles doesn't exclude a single thing. That means anything you have going on, anything you're facing and going through. He can save you.
Did you know that almost six out of ten teens leave the church at some point? Nearly 60% of high school students who grow up going to church will close the doors to a Christian life. And usually, they don't come back (survey by the Barna Group). "Because of people breaking the laws and sin being everywhere, the love in the hearts of many people will become cold." Matthew 24:12
Whenever I answer a question like this, I’m deeply aware that someone may be reading this who is seriously contemplating suicide—and I would do everything in my power to convince them not to take that final, drastic step. With Christ, there is always hope. If that’s you, please hear me. Don’t you dare do that! Jesus and I deeply love you and need you.
(This post is written to Christian women and is based on a biblical worldview, supported with Scripture. Since the writing of this post, a sequel has been written, The Motive to Modesty.) Hurriedly I raked through my second dresser drawer in the dim light of the unlit closet, scrambling for pants of some kind. Finding some, I grabbed a workout shirt, jammed feet into tennis shoes and breathlessly answered the door for Mr. M. “Ready for breakfast?” he asked.