You are a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, fashioned by the hand of God Himself, and you are irreplaceable! If you don’t hear anything else I say—please hear that.
The Bible says,
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit them together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13
The world needs to hear your story.
Yeah, yours! The one you think is not worth telling; not worth living.
You matter.
You matter to God and you matter to me.
I’ve been where you are.
Made my plan.
Yeah, I believed there was no other way.
But I was wrong—and I took a different path.
You can, too.
Yes, life gets HARD.
The battles are real.
There are days when giving up looks a lot easier than going on.
(I know.)
I think we all want to give up sometimes.
Life can be brutal. There’s no soft-soaping that!
And I know, giving up and letting go can look like the better option—especially on our dark days.
But, it isn’t—so don’t you do it!
Just go one more step, one more day.
Things can look different.
Things can change.
You can.
I did.
Suicide is NOT the answer.
It wasn’t for me.
It isn’t for you.
Just reach out.
There are people who care—people who can help. People want to help.
You’re still here.
Isn’t that a miracle?
There must be a reason.
God created you for a purpose.
You have a destiny.
You are priceless and irreplaceable!
The world needs to hear YOUR STORY…
And no one can tell it like you can.
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Psalm 139:1-18 (TLB)
O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit or stand. When far away you know my every thought. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am. You know what I am going to say before I even say it. You both precede and follow me and place your hand of blessing on my head.
This is too glorious, too wonderful to believe! I can never be lost to your Spirit! I can never get away from my God! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the place of the dead, you are there. If I ride the morning winds to the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, your strength will support me. If I try to hide in the darkness, the night becomes light around me. For even darkness cannot hide from God; to you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are both alike to you.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit them together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It is amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous—and how well I know it. You were there while I was being formed in utter seclusion! You saw me before I was born and scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe. Every day was recorded in your book!
How precious it is, Lord, to realize that you are thinking about me constantly! I can’t even count how many times a day your thoughts turn toward me. And when I waken in the morning, you are still thinking of me!
Women With Destiny 