Georgia-Cumberland Conference of Seventh-day Adventists

Saved From Suicide

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The following is the firsthand account of a woman, who has asked to remain anonymous, about God rescuing her from taking her own life. He did it through the help of a flyer advertising an upcoming meeting, The Daniel Challenge, that the Ellijay Church (Ellijay, Ga.) was hosting.

Her Story

Up until seven years ago, I lived a normal life. I had been married for 32 years to a wonderful man. We both worked hard. Life was not always on the mountaintop, and we had our share of being in the valley, but with God’s help and guidance, we overcame. We had two beautiful children and several incredible grandchildren.

Then I was told I needed to undergo emergency surgery. After that, my life was never the same. The doctor tried several different kinds of hormone therapy, but my life never really returned back to normal.

My daughter-in-law decided she didn’t want to be a wife or a mother anymore, so my son moved back home with his 8-month-old. I raised my grandson for five years, which brought much joy into my life! Having him close helped me deal with my health problems.

Some time later, my son remarried his ex-wife, at which point she refused to let me see my grandson anymore. She said he and I were too close. I found that to be the hardest valley I had ever encountered.

I am so ashamed of the many wrong choices I made after that. I divorced my husband, and the consequences for my numerous poor decisions started catching up with me. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I just could not forgive myself and get my life back on track. Knowing how much I had disappointed my children, grandchildren, and, most importantly, my Heavenly Father was more than I could handle. I decided to end my life.

I made plans to go to Pigeon Forge, Tenn., and end it there. On my way out the driveway, I was impressed to get the mail. When I opened the mailbox, the only thing it contained was a brochure about a seminar. More junk mail, I thought, and threw it on the passenger’s seat.

When I arrived in Pigeon Forge, I got everything unloaded from my car and into the motel room. I threw everything on the bed and began to cry and pray, knowing this would not be easy. As I sat down on the bed, my eyes focused on the piece of junk mail I had gotten out of my mailbox earlier. The brochure looked as huge as the bed. I knew God wanted me to read it, so I picked it up and began reading.

As I read, I realized I had never heard anything like this before, and I became really interested! A church wanted to help me with my health! I went outside with the flyer in my hand and began walking up and down the river behind the motel. I prayed and asked God for His guidance.

Peace began to overtake me. I had not experienced that kind of peace in years. I knew I could not do what I had gone there to do—I had to get home and sign up for this “Daniel Challenge” program!

I am so thankful for everyone who had a hand in putting together that seminar. My life will never be the same—I am forever changed! I am most thankful to God for giving me the desire to stop at the mailbox that day to grab the “junk mail” it contained!

The Rest of the Story

One evening during The Daniel Challenge, an elder noticed a young man with fishing gear walking toward the small lake that is nestled in the valley on the church property. Understandably, the lake is not open for public use, so the elder went to let the youth know he shouldn’t be there. As the elder approached him, he found out he was actually the son of one of the people attending the meetings. The elder told him he was welcome to fish but would appreciate him releasing anything he caught.

The young man had good success with his angling, so the next night, he brought a friend. When the elder saw this, his first response was to explain that he had given permission for the one but not both. Instead, he simply went over and asked how things were going. They were both doing well and had caught a couple of large fish.

Following that night’s meeting, the participants went down to walk around the lake for a few minutes, as they did each evening. As the lady who shared her story about “a foiled trip to Pigeon Forge” was walking by the two youth fishing, she recognized the one young man’s friend. He was none other than her grandson, whom she had raised in her own home. He was the best friend of the son of one of the other attendees. She had not seen him for several years, but because of the great God we serve, she was able to visit with him three times throughout the rest of the week.

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope” (Jer. 29:11, NKJV).

Written by Jeffrey Skaggs
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