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Why I jumped


‘Search me, God and know my heart. Try me and know my thoughts. See if there is any wicked way in me and lead me in the everlasting way. Psalm 139:23-24’


She says:
I jumped because…
I just don’t know if l was worth it
Worth what this life was throwing at me
Worth the fame and glory
Worth living!!!

I jumped because…
You never answered
You never answered when my mother died!
You never answered when they took my childhood!
You never answered when he cheated and left me!
You never answered when l lost my job, my friends, my home!
Dead silent, you were!

I jumped because…
Maybe...just maybe l thought it was better where you are
To be re-united with my dear mum
To be free from pain and suffering
To get the fullness of joy

He says:
I died…
For you to live
My life for yours
I left my father’s house so l could make things right for you
So, were you worth it?
Yes! More than a jewel or gold or diamond you were

I didn’t say…
Life would be easy
You would never experience pain and suffering
Or that l won’t be there for you when you call out to me

There is a reason…
Why l let some things happen; good or bad
‘What kind of God will let bad things happen to good people?’
A question l hear several times
The Israelites had to undergo turmoil in the hands of the Egyptians
Before l gave them a promised land


So, what kind of God am l?
One who works for the good of those who love him
One who makes sure we have what we need when we need it, and then some
Gives strength in tribulations
One who searches for you when you lost in wilds of the world
And most importantly, one who loves you!


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