I hear their stories. Stories so raw that I bleed too. Stories that make me wish for heaven and long for death. Stories that hit the depths of my soul and leave a scar on my heart. So many broken, bleeding, wounded souls. Dying. Silently. Alone.
All day long I read the stories and I see the words. And I just weep, because there’s no words to explain.
The stories continue. “I can’t tell anyone how I feel, they will lock me up. I literally have no one I trust enough to tell how desperate I feel.” The words hurt to the depths of my soul.
I know what the valley of the shadow of death looks like. Feels like. Smells like. Tastes like. Hears like. I know it as intimately as I know my soul. It’s a place that scares the stuff out of you.
I also know that I never walked alone through this place. He was there. Guiding me. Comforting me. Sweetly, taking me through the lowest valley a soul could trod. You see, I learned a long time ago, that He doesn’t leave me. Ever. No matter where I go or what I do. He never leaves me.
It hits me. Jesus words. Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
My Jesus loves me. Do I love those he loves? Do I I show them a love that reaches beyond the darkness in their mind? Do I reach into the depths of this life and offer them a way out?
I have to ask. In a public discussion about life and death, depression and suicide, why is it that the one who can bring peace, is not an option? Is it because he’s not capable of healing the broken pieces of his creation? Or is it because in the midst of this messy world, we portray a Jesus who is weak and worthless?
The best way to be his hands, is to use our own. The best way is to be his feet, is to get up on our own two feet. The best way to be his arms, is to take our own and wrap them around the broken.
The broken. I count myself in that group. Audacious enough to believe that I can be whole. Honest enough to know that I need my Savior to survive. Broken enough to know that I can share my brokenness with the world. So that others know. They are not alone. They do not need to fear. Because, in the Kingdom, they are safe.