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My Suicide Story.

Hello dearest people!

I'm excited to be here today to give you a peek into my daily waka. I'm sure the excitement is mutual, right? 

Before we go into the gist of today, I'd like to share a great stuff that happened to me this week with y'all. I was in the church some 48 hours ago to meet up with a dear friend. On my arrival, I saw that a rescue mission was ongoing for some abandoned poor kittens. Of course, I didn't join them at first; I sat and watched while they deliberated on how to get the last kitten out of a long standing  rectangular box it had fallen into. At first, I watched them, then, I decided to participate in helping out.

Do you know what I did? After the men had tried out all the tricks to bring out the kitten but couldn't, I, lepacious Esther, volunteered to go into the box to bring out the kitten. Lol. The only way to that box was through the roof. It was a bit daunting at first, buuuut, by God's special grace, πŸ˜‚ , your girl did it; I climbed up the roof, descended into the long box which was about twice my height (I'm 5.4 ft tall) and brought out the kitten. Lest I forget, my friend who I came to see spurred me on but not without looking at me like I was weird. Was I? Anyways, my slim stature did me proud that evening. πŸ˜‰

To the gist of today about suicide, there was a time before I met Jesus that I struggled with the thoughts of dying at a particular age, it got to a time that I got used to the thought and believed it. However, that thought didn't happen after that age because God had different plans for me. Few years after, God worked out my salvation and I thought I was free until last year, 2018. 

I had just received a distress call that evening on my way from work. I had a very long day at work that same day and was in an emotional roller coaster too. It was like a Nigerian rice concoction people. I was to use a pedestrian bridge to cross to the other side where I'd use a bus home. On the bridge, I looked down and suddenly felt so attracted to the ground. I felt it would be cool to jump off the bridge and just end all the stress at once jare. But my Best Friend who knows it all was there to snap me out of that wrong thought. He brought some scriptural verses to my heart that evening, I  got my victory and didn't jump off that bridge. 

The essence of sharing this with you today is so you'll know that you can't overcome those wrong thoughts without the presence of the Holy Spirit in your life. Every act started as a thought. The Holy Spirit can only come in to help you when you truly have Jesus in your life. Dear reader, it's not too late to rededicate your life to Jesus and ask Him to walk with you.

You know, as I went down to pick that kitten up in the first story, the same way, Jesus went down into hell to fight sin and death for you. What is left is that you accept the salvation He's offering you. Let Him save you today. Just say, β€œJesus, I accept Your plans for me, please come into my life.” If you said the prayer, please join a Bible believing church around you and talk to the Pastor in charge. 

Thank you for reading as always, Jesus loves you a lot, I do too. 

Till you read from me again, cheers! 

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