I don't know whether to laugh or cry, whether it's irony or divine intervention.

We went to Bible study last night...first time in a very long time and the subject under discussion was one of the Psalms....# 13 if memory serves me...

"How long must I bear pain in my soul,
and have sorrow in my heart all day long?

Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death..

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so one of the members felt compelled to bring up SUICIDE and what a "cowardly act" it is...

I glanced at my husband who put a finger to his lips...silencing any response I might bring forth...

One of the members said, "having lost a son 16 months ago..I know that this is a great mystery and there are no answers that we'd understand.

I looked around that table and there were three of us, that I know of, who have lost children to suicide...out of maybe 20 attendees.

Oh my...look what I just wrote...I have to double that number because the three of us are pairs and then I have to remember that the statistics say that it's at least 9.....

Our Pastor brought me to tears by saying that she doesn't pretend to understand it...she knows from her years prior to going to seminary, that the grief lasts for generations.

And she reminded us of the shortest prayer....Help, Help, Help....

I hate the month of August! And January!