In our little community, there seems to have been an assault on the hearts of the women.
A month or so ago, the new Ironton-Russell Bridge was lit up on a Wednesday night with the lights of a small army of cruisers.
We later found out that a lady had reportedly jumped off the new bridge.
Her body was found the other day.
Last week, the laughter and squeals of life in Central Park was silenced as confusion and cries cut through the warm spring night.
Another precious woman took her own life.
Today, local news anchor, Tim Irr posted an interview with a lady from Huntington who said that death would be better than the life she’s living addicted to heroin, prostitution and pills.
I don’t know what you see when you look at her, but here’s what God says…
“You are altogether beautiful my darling, there is no flaw in you.”
Our dog is sick.
I know, it pales in comparison to what these ladies went through or what my friend is going through with her father who’s health is failing.
Or my friend who was left betrayed by a husband.
Or my friend who’s child is neck deep in decisions of rebellion.
But one thing I have found that when I shared what I’m experiencing with our dog is how willing people are to say, “Me too! My dog got hit by a car once and you know, she turned out okay!”
I have no shame or embarrassment in saying my dog isn’t doing well.
But the women who are around you hurting tonight…it could be shame or embarrassment that is keeping them a prisoner in a cell that they feel no escape from.
There is so much power in the “me too.”
I personally know/knew none of these ladies.
It’s hard to believe, but even in a town as small as ours, I can pull up to one of our three red light intersections and know no one around me.
I KNOW that God is taking me through a season of compassion and empathy for people and seeing them as He sees them.
Sadly, at one time, I’d be the one who’d say, “Well, they chose this life. If she wants to die, then whatever.”
But now? My heart hurts so badly for all of them because even though I didn’t know them, we all have the same Father.
It hurts me that they didn’t feel that “It is well” with them.
The enemy uses that shame and embarrassment, no matter how small or insignificant, to keep us hidden away and locked up tight in a room far away from others.
He will whisper lies to you that say, “You are the ONLY one who thinks or feels this way. If you mention these feelings to someone they will think you are a freak.”
That is such BS.
He is such a liar.
New mom who feels guilt because you aren’t connecting with your newborn? You’re not the only one. Don’t isolate.
Daughter who starving herself because of a critical parent’s words. It’s been said before. You are enough.
Wife who feels the need to be “perfect” but instead is being crushed by the pressure. Don’t pull away.
I don’t know what those ladies were going through.
I don’t know where the beginning of the end was for them.
Or what their story looked like before.
But it doesn’t make them less loved.
It doesn’t make YOU less loved because you struggle.
It’s a lie of the enemy to kill, steal and destroy you.
I do know that you and they all were and are the cherished bride of Jesus.
His heart breaks when He sees his baby girls hurting and believing the lies of the one who wants to destroy them.
Will you be the one who comes along side someone and whisper,
“It really is well.
Please don’t give up.
There IS hope.
And His name is Jesus.”
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.