We welcome a new writer:
He spent most of the night holding me. I would ask him to let me go so I could die and he held on tighter.
I would tell him that the world would be better off without me, and he asked me if I had asked the world.
I said I was a drain on my friends, he asked me if I had asked them.
I said the pain was too much, he reminded me that I survived before.
He reminded me to breathe. He didn't leave me alone. He held on, helped me to hold on. He held me till I fell asleep.
Is this what God does?
Is this what friends do?
Psalm 118:17 (New International Version)
17 I will not die but live,
and will proclaim what the LORD has done.
Jeremiah 29:11 (New International Version)
11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD,
"plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.