Psalm 130
1 Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
2 Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
3 If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
4 But with you there is forgiveness,
so that we can, with reverence, serve you.
5 I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
6 I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
for with the Lord is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption.
8 He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins.
God Has A Plan
January 31, 1999is a day that will forever be ingrained in my mind. It was a day that changed my life. I was 16 years old and my boyfriend of a year and a half committed suicide. I was a junior in high school and he was a freshman in college. I was completely devastated. He was my first love and he was taken away from me in the blink of an eye. I never got to say goodbye or have any kind of closure.
Four months later, I am lying on my bathroom floor crying and asking God, why he did this and so angry at Him. I wanted to die so I didn’t have to feel the hurt and pain any longer but knowing in my mind that is not the answer. I felt like and I could see myself in a deep, dark hole trying to get out but not knowing how to overcome the despair, guilt, and the emptiness in my heart. I was putting on a happy face for my mom and at school but I was so broken inside. I was so tired of just going through the motions and I just didn’t want to do it anymore. I was admitted to an inpatient children’s psychiatric hospital for one week.
When I was in that dark hole, I truly believe I could see the hands of God reaching for me wanting me to have a second chance at life. Although, I still do not understand, God has a plan. He forms us and shapes us through our pain and sorrow to become who we are today. Thirteen years later and I still think of Jake but God blessed me with Jason. He is an amazing husband, who is there when I need a shoulder to cry on, loves me for who I am, and accepts my past.
-Andrea Mullins
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