End of The Rope

Lately, I have been so depressed. I have lost my job and it seems all my friends have just walked away. All my avenues has been sealed concrete no loose hole for even a ray of hope. I sit contemplating, meditating on the words my mama use to tell me as a child “god will fix it for you”.
Really? How long will he take? Another decade? When will he fix it?
It has been months since he took her away from me and as if that was not enough he has now taken my friends, my job and practically all I have. I sit contemplating the road to take as life’s struggles enclose on me. A compressing force bares down on my chest wall slowly crunching every single rib. The sharp jagged edges pierce my heart and I bleed internally. No one happens to realize or care about the destruction that life is slowly bringing down upon me as they move about their daily lives busy and happy.
Tears like the Nile run down my face as I sit and contemplate where is my God? At this point I am so distraught I begin to question myself who is God? How I know he exists for certain? It was nothing but a lie that our forefathers have created.
I secure the end of the knot at the end of the rope attached to the tree branch. I have spent so much time to ensure that all tools I chose was perfect for the job. It made no sense to me wasting any more time breathing. I made a perfect hangs man knot placed my hand inside and made a quick drag downwards. I felt the rope tightened on my wrist so tight that it was quickly getting numb and discoloured. I hastened to pull the knot in anxiety to retry a second time to guarantee it worked.
I quickly slipped the rope over my head and close my eyes; one more step and it will be a job well done. I hoisted myself from the stool which I was now standing on in preparation to toss it from under my feet. Then I heard a quick snap, my eyes flew open I was sure that no one else would be in the neck of these woods but I was also certain I heard the crunching sound of footsteps upon dry leaves. I scanned as far as my eyes could see but there was no one around. I removed the rope and slowly step down to investigate the footsteps which i continued to hear, but there was still no one around. I took up my cell phone to see the time and at that very instant a message popped up.
“You’re blessed when you are at the end of the rope with less of you there is more of God and his rule.” (Matthew 5; 3 MSG)

I realized today that I was indeed blessed at the end of the rope for now I am alive and well and without no doubt can say God existed for he was there in the woods with me that day.

The above is a fictional story I wrote to inspire people who feel like giving up on life because they think God has given upon them. The quote is taken form the MSG version of the Bible written by Eugene H. Peterson. The actual verse reads, “Blessed is the poor in spirit; for there is the kingdom of heaven.”
Never give up on life for GOD has not given up on you.

-Venesa