Shattered by Suicide
My Conversations with God after the Tragic Death of My Son
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Every 60 seconds, a man, woman, boy, or girl attempts suicide. Every 15.2 minutes, a life is snuffed out by suicide. Painful. Personal. Poignant. For anyone who grieves the loss of a loved one. Gracie Thompson takes you up close and personal to a mother's worst nightmare-suicide! Follow Gracie's journey from the depths of unspeakable pain and grief to new heights of hope and healing available only through Jesus Christ. **** My son committed suicide several years ago. This horror remains the hardest and most tragic event our family has ever experienced. There was no final note or good-bye-nothi...
Every 60 seconds, a man, woman, boy, or girl attempts suicide. Every 15.2 minutes, a life is snuffed out by suicide. Painful. Personal. Poignant. For anyone who grieves the loss of a loved one. Gracie Thompson takes you up close and personal to a mother's worst nightmare-suicide! Follow Gracie's journey from the depths of unspeakable pain and grief to new heights of hope and healing available only through Jesus Christ. **** My son committed suicide several years ago. This horror remains the hardest and most tragic event our family has ever experienced. There was no final note or good-bye-nothing to help us understand. I couldn't stop crying for days, weeks. Life felt endless, hopeless. I had no desire to go on living. After our son's tragic death, I searched Christian and secular sources for material that would help me try to understand, learn, and heal, but nothing relieved the aching pain. We attended Survivors of Suicide (SOS) meetings and gained friendship and an awareness of other families and their pain, but still no healing. It was only when I began to write that I could feel God's Presence so strongly that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, I was in the comfort of His embrace, and He was talking me through. This was God's way of helping me begin to heal. He was saying the words in my heart, and I was His scribe. He truly is the Author of my story. Although these letters were meant to be personal-just between God and me-God seemed to whisper that He has other children who need to read them so they too can start their healing journey. But where are they? Who are they? How can we reach them? God assured me that they will search for help, and when they do, He will guide them to these pages and onward to the only Comforter-Jesus Christ. In His Grip, Gracie
