In 2015, my husband and I lost our youngest child to suicide.  It was devastating and a terrible shock to our family and community.  It was the saddest day of our lives.  Our daughter and other son lost their brother. 

He was 23 and had a huge loving heart.  He was handsome, kind, funny, intelligent, and loved God.  That day was so incredibly horrible, but by that evening I had made the decision and literally declared that I wasn't going to turn my back on God,  that I was going to trust Him and believe that something good would have to come from this.  In the midst of the turmoil, all I wanted was a place to escape to for a few days, to get away from all the questions and stress from those who meant well.  I longed for a  place to go and collect my thoughts, curl up, cry and seek God's face on why. I didn't know where to go so I stayed home.  Through this, God honored my trust and love for Him.  He healed my heart through lots and lots and lots of tears, prayers and a solid, loving husband.  The Father rallied close friends around me to listen, pray, walk with me and love on me.  He gave me a new understanding of loss, love and hope. I learned about the wonders of heaven which brought me great peace and even joy. Yes, I said joy! He spoke to me during the day and brought me dreams in the night. Two years later God gave me a vision for my future, one filled of love and restoration for those who are going through the pain of loss like I had and worse.  It was my turn to be the friend to those in mourning and sorrow, to help mend the pain in the hearts of God's children. This is now my call and purpose here on the earth.  I was adamant with the Lord that beauty would have to come from the ashes of despair. They did and they are! He truly is the God of love, listening and answering of prayers!