The Phone Call

There I sat, in cold darkness, with thoughts of suicide as close as they have ever been. Amidst my tears, I thought it was over, that any reasons I had to live had just left me. She walked out the door, and at that point, I wanted nothing more than to end my life. Silence. I thought that I had done the unforgivable, and wouldn’t allow God, or anyone else to extend grace and to forgive me.

Was it time? Was this the way to go? I felt like I had let every person I knew down. I felt as though my existence in this world would not have been missed, and that it would be better off without me.

Why?

My fault. My failure. My inability to stay faithful. To her. To God. I was ready, with razor blade in hand. As it drew near to my wrist, the phone rang. For some reason, I decided to answer it.

“Brian, this is your step-father Joe. Your mother and I are hurting right now because of what you’ve done, and we are very disappointed in you. However, I wanted you to know that nothing you have ever done is unforgivable by God, or by us. We love you.”

The phone call that saved my life…