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This morning I finished my prayer slot and went to Starbucks for my usual vanilla latte and classic coffee cake. Then I headed to Juanita Beach. Usually I sit in my car and journal until I have to go to work but today I needed a bit of fresh air. So I plopped myself on one of the picnic tables under the shelter. After sitting there for 15 minutes I noticed a piece of notebook paper lying on the ground. I picked it up and this is what it said:
I don't belong
I don't feel right
I cannot be the same person anymore
I'm just not who I am anymore
I'm hurt
I cry
I bleed
and suffer
I don't know how to escape
I just wanna cry
I just wanna give everything up
death is near
its coming closer
and closer.
A few feet away from this poem I found another piece of notebook paper. But this one was crumpled into a ball. I unwrinkled the page. On it was a sketch of a bird. It said "Fly away" and was dated 9-16-09.
I was not sure how to handle that. So I prayed-always the best thing to do when you do not know what to do. Then I left a note on the picnic table with my email just in case the person came back. I have the poem and drawing and I will be praying for this person today. If you read this blog please pray as well. I do not know for sure if the person is suicidal but they are certainly going through some intense pain. My guess from the handwriting and the picture is that the writer was a girl about jr. high age. I remember the difficult things I went through at that age. Even with a supportive family and loving parents, the teen years can be difficult.
Lord whoever wrote that poem, please be with her today. Help her find you. Hold her heart and silence the pain. We stand between her and the enemy. We command him to stop lying to her. We declare that she will know You and discover the wonderful plan You have for her life. Let her find my note and email me. Papa, thank you that You never leave us alone. You are with us in our darkest moments.
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Wow. We'll definately be praying. We live in a broken world and it is always an eye opener to hear about things like this. I find it particularly meaningfull when I think that you pass people like this on the street every day. You don't see or know but they are searching. Lord let us be a light in these situations, let not a single sheep be lost because we had the oportunity and passed it up.
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