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The Death of a Child
I have attempted suicide once. Not even all that long ago, May 5th 2019. The date has seared itself into my brain. Life had spiraled out of my control, I saw no more tomorrow, my reason to live had disappeared and my hope for the future was all but gone. And I am but one of many who have gotten lost so deeply in the darkness that they knew only one last way out. It pains us humans to see someone take their life. Even the suicide of a complete stranger fills our heart with sadness, and we can’t help but wonder what hurt must have driven them to make…
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“Your tears are Precious to Me.”
He shows me a glass jar. A whole collection of them. Some fuller, some not so full. Each of them containing tears like brilliant, liquid diamonds. Each of them labeled. He touches the tear rolling down my cheek. And I know, this tear is not lost. This tear was not in vain. He sees them. He collects them. Every single one. Our tears are precious to Him.
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An Unexpected Healing Miracle
As it so happened at the gym yesterday, and coordinationally challenged as I am, I accidentally injured myself by slipping on a yoga machine and crashing my left knee onto a thinly padded metal bar – ouch. So much ouch, that I walked around with a slight limp today as to avoid the pain flares from what felt would turn into a formidable bruise. Especially the stairs at work had turned into my archenemy of the day. Of course, I took the opportunity to mope about it at God, telling Him about the annoying pain that dared to plague me on this fine day. As usual, He only lovingly responded…
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