By Kay Heitsch
As the days went by, it was becoming more challenging to handle Todd's death on my own. I had never been in a life situation I couldn't deal with until now.
My previous attempt to buy groceries had not gone well. I had run out of the grocery store, shaking and in fear of crying. Now, on this day, I was dressed and ready to go back to the same grocery store.
I knew clinical depression ran in my family, and I did not want to live like that. The thought of taking my own life ran through my thoughts.
I had been reading some books by Norman V Peale. In these books were stories about people who had interesting lives. They didn't seem religious, but they had a personal relationship with God.
The thought of these people flashed in my mind. I now felt I had a choice. I could end my life or turn myself and Todd over to God.
I could hardly believe it, but I found myself kneeling down next to the loveseat in our living room. I told the Lord I give up. And asked Him to make something positive out of Todd's death. I also told the Lord that if He wanted to use me, I was available.
Immediately, I felt this tremendous flood of liquid love starting from the top of my head that went through my entire body.
I stood up, dried my tears, picked Brandon up, and we both went back to the same grocery store. The anxiety was gone. I started to see life differently.
What happened? I was not sure. One thing I was sure of was that after reading about these people in Dr. Peale's books, I knew I was not alone, and God would bring something positive out of Todd's death.