I always knew I would die young. Not by some illness or a natural disaster but by my own hand. I never understood why. The thought was like an impending storm on a cloudy day. The first drop of rain like the closing of the mausoleum I built my life to be. I was at peace.
When I saw the light of God I thought I was being raised from the dead. With time I realized the darkness that besieged me wasn’t the darkness of my tomb but instead the womb of mercy and grace. I was reborn. This is my story of salvation. I pray that the Lord enable me to find the right words to tell of His forgiveness and understanding. Amen.