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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: First (as in original) (01/10/05)

TITLE: January 12, 2005
By Kevin Kindrick


January 12, 2005

The first words I heard today were “Thanks for everything, and I’m sorry,” then my phone clicked as the connection was broken. The call came at 5:00 this morning, and my heart nearly stopped.
The words were spoken by an old girlfriend of mine, named Clare. She had been borderline suicidal for the past few weeks, and the only thing that had kept her alive had been the love of God. Now, it sounded as if she was giving up the battle. I spent a frantic few minutes trying to call her back, all the while, thoughts were running through my head. “No, no, she can’t do this. Jesus, give her strength. It’s my fault…” and on, and on.
Finally, she answered; all I heard at first was, “Oh my God.” Then she was crying, as I asked her what she was doing. She had already taken several painkillers, and had been about to take more when she picked up her phone.
I kept her on the line while I hurriedly got dressed and went to my car. “I’m coming to your house,” I told her, “but I need you to call the hospital, call 911 and tell them what you took. Stay on the line with me and use your home phone to call them; I want to hear you make the call.”
I stayed on the line until I pulled up in front of her house, only to discover that the police were already there. I walked in behind the first officer, and the second joined us moments later. Clare was sitting on the couch, as the police asked her questions. One of them asked me to wake her father, and I did. When I returned to the living room, the paramedics had shown up. They were going to take her to the hospital. At first she resisted, and one of the medics had to restrain her. She calmed down after I spoke to her, and went to the hospital in peace.
I followed the ambulance, praying all the way, while calling another friend to give me prayer support.
I spent the next two hours in the “safe room” at the hospital with her, as tests were done, blood was taken, and questions were asked. She was given a cup of charcoal to help get the chemicals out of her body. While we were alone, I talked with her, to help keep her calm; and when the nurse was there, I prayed.
Around six Jennifer, the friend I had called earlier, arrived. Together, we continued to comfort Clare, and to speak truths from God’s word to her.
The hospital released her shortly after seven, and Clare asked if we could stop by the Pattern House for some coffee. We did, and spent the next thirty minutes there, telling her of God’s plan for her life, and that suicide was not the way out – that in Jesus there was hope.
We stayed with her until ten minutes to nine, when we dropped her off at school. All the time I was amazed to hear the words coming from Clare’s mouth, words of truth and hope that only God could have put there. She was going to be all right. She saw the hope, and that she didn’t have to fight her battles alone.
Praise the Lord! What a start to the day.

© Kevin Kindrick, 2005

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darlene hight01/17/05
Great read and testimony.
Hope Horner01/17/05
Wow, did this really happen? You painted a very vivid picture.
Kevin Kindrick01/17/05
Author's Comment: To those who are wondering; yes, this really did happen, less than a week ago now. Clare's OK, she's learning and growing every day. Any prayer support you could give would be much appreciated.

Thanks, and God bless,

Sally Hanan01/17/05
Great story.
Kathy Cartee01/17/05
Great testimony and I am glad Clare is all right. Thank God for friends that really care.
Tesiri Moweta01/18/05
I think it's a wonderful blessed thing to start any day with saving a life for Jesus. You are a hero in heaven. Well written piece and very inspiring... Keep winning and shining for Jesus.
Melanie Kerr 01/18/05
A good testimony. I experinced something similar six months ago. The lady in question hadn't taken anything but was taken into care just in case. It is a privilege to be there and to help.
Jeremy McNabb01/20/05
I cannot imagine reliving such an ordeal, to put it into print, but you have and it's a blessing!
Deborah Anderson01/22/05
This is indeed a wonderful testimony to what God can do. God bless you.
L.M. Lee01/23/05
good story
Edy T Johnson 09/19/06
"What a friend we have in Jesus," and sometimes He shows up in the flesh and blood form of another friend. Wow, thank the Lord that you were available to be that friend "with skin on," just when Clare needed it.

This is powerful writing that grabs the reader and won't let go. Do carry on, letting the Lord make use of this His gift in you.

I see you have been around faithwriters for awhile, even though I've only recently come across your name. Thank you, as well, for reading my entries and always leaving such encouraging comments. I appreciate you, Kevin, and I'm so grateful to faithwriters for bringing us all together!