Dear, i have lost a loved one, but not to suicide. He often called upon Gods answer to let him know if he wanted him home, or should he try harder. It was a great struggle, and nearing the surprise end, he had said so many times, how much more do i have to endure? Once cheered up, he said that god felt that he should pick up and move on…he would help him.
After someone moves on, we wonder…did we do what we could have…did we help or hinder this path…how can i really know if he is alright…how can i know what he still needs…how do i cope when i turn and he is not there…what were his last thoughts…was he begging for help and i did not see…
It can torture a person so deeply. Mine was a son of nearly 19. My motherhood has lost confidence, for i feel like i let him down. I FEEL this, but my head and heart know differently. God loves us all as an indevidual…and i seek to be nearer to him so that i feel less dispair. The closer i am to the Lord (no mater the denomination) the closer i am to understanding pure love, pure exceptance and the power to hold my heart safely each day!
Before prayer: see it as your heart being the door and God knocking because he knows what you need before you do. He can not help you and your heart unless you answer the door, and invite him in. Find a place, make a time…even 10 min that is just for you. Think of it as getting ready for company. Light a candle, burn some insense, and put the kettle on. Get ready for company…you will feel nurvous and shy at first, but you will become great friends of the heart if you see him as a visitor. In your mind you can think of it as journaling…share with him what is on your mind…nothing more…nothing less.
If you are not sure, or over whelmed in what to pray about…pray for peace of heart, pray that God hold you in his embrace when you are scared or sad. Just like your father may have…your heavenly father can do the same for you in so much deeper of a sense.
I came across a prayer card that was unusual because it spoke to my desperation. Sometimes i start it, and end it crying out to the lord. Other times it is peaceful…either way i find it helps me…
Come Unto Me
Yea, let me come, for oftentimes with weeping
Mine eyes are blinded and i can not see;
Unnumbered shaddows o’er my life are creeping,
I tremble, Father; let me come to thee.
Yea, let me come, I am heartsick with yearning----
For what Thy wisdom has withheld from me.
I see but ashes where desires were burning,
I am lonely, Father; let me come to thee.
Yea, let me come from out the pain and sighing;
Let tears depart from me and shaddows flee;
I can not fight alone; I am worn with trying;
And gladly, Father; will i come to thee.
Finish your cup of tea o coffee as you talk, when it is gone…ask him if he would meet you again some time! (or make a time)
Answers are not something that comes fast to the heart that has not learned to tarry with the lord. Be with him, things will make sense a little bit at a time. Know that you are building a friendship…that takes time to do, and to listen and read between the lines. He is there on your every word!
I hope this can help you my dear!
Love,
Allana