Susan was in two minds.
Sitting at the kitchen table, she had in front of her;
A packet of Paracetamol
A bottle of Vodka
And a covered table of unpaid bills.
Susan’s husband had left her a month ago, and very quickly she was slipping into suicidal depression and desperation.
She remembered a phone no a colleague at work had given her.
It was a helpline no.
Sitting there deliberating, she picked up the phone and dialled in the no.
It rang out, Susan sat there, palms sweating.
What will I say when they answer?
“Hello and welcome. We are sorry, but this helpline is only open from 8 am to 6pm daily.
We are closed Saturday and Sunday.
If you would like to leave a message, then please do so after the tone and we will endeavour to get back to you as soon as possible.
Susan hung up.
With no one to turn to, no one to call she picked up the Paracetamol and Vodka and made her way to the Bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, letting out a large sigh, she began to cry.
The tears fell down to the wooden floor like large raindrops.
What do I do, what do I do? I can’t do this on my own. Oh somebody please help, please.
She curled up onto the bed and closed her eyes.
As her tears subsided, she opened her eyes and looked straight ahead.
On her bedside table was a small tract a friend had given her at work.
Susan had never thought anything of it, and had thrown it there a few weeks ago.
Shuffling over, taking her tear stained hand, she reached out and pulled it off the table.
Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord, shall be saved.
Susan opened the tract. Slowly reading it the words felt like a medicine to her wounds.
Really, is there a God who cares that much? About me?
Susan sat on the end of the bed.
“God? Oh gosh, is there a God? Look, I don’t know what to say here, but if you are there, I could really do with your help.
Oh, this is silly. I’m going mad! I’m talking to a God that doesn’t exist!”
“I do exist.”
Susan heard the words in her heart.
Susan sat up startled. She felt a warmth around her, a love she had never before experienced.
The warmth began in her chest and spread to every part of her body.
Unable to contain it any longer Susan started to cry, the tears were not of sadness, but full of love and comfort. She felt arms holding her and a peace she had never known.
Feeling drunk in the love she was experiencing, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.
Lying there she felt her once tense and aching body melt away, as her mind drifted off and she gently fell asleep.
The next morning Susan was awoken be the telephone ringing.
Reaching over she grabbed the phone.
“Susan, it’s me Sandra. Are you okay? I felt like I should call.”
Sandra was the lady at work who had given Susan the tract.
Recalling the events of the previous night, Susan smiled as she told Sandra every detail of what had happened.
There on the phone, in her small bedroom. Sandra led Susan through the sinner’s prayer.
Isn’t it good we have a God who is always available?
He will not put you on hold, he will not ask you to leave a message. He is not only available from 8am till 6pm.
He is always there, always knowing, always God.
How lucky we are.
Maybe right now you feel you need a miracle like Susan? You need God to step in and take control?
Reach out to the everlasting Arms of God.
.... He will never leave you nor forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:6