Suicide is a very sad topic. I have had thoughts of committing suicide when I was younger. And I think that, atleast in my case, it was selfishness. I wasn't getting what I wanted emotionally, even physically and so I felt like I was worthless. It's sad, really, because when I started to put others ahead of me, and worry about them, I found that my problems were insignigicant compared to what they were going through and that my life was actually really good. Other's were truly suffering. Now, I really don't know what happens to someone after they commit suicide. The Lord knows the circumstances of their life in its entirety, and He will make a just judgement on the matter. I personally feel like someone who has suicidal thoughts should do all s/he can to fight them. Yes, there are some with physical problems, chemical embalances, that cause them to do those things. That is a different situation.
I know that the Lord is mindful of us and our the circumstances in our life. He does strengthen us. Often times, we don't realize it, but He is there.
Here is a cool poem. It is called 'The Touch of the Master's Hand'
'Twas battered and scarred and the auctioner thought it was scarcly worth his while,
to waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.
What am I bid good friends, he cried Who'll start the bidding for me?
One dollar, only one & who'll make it two?
Two dollars once and three.
Three dollars once and three dollars twice and going and going,
but no
From the back of the room a grey-haired man came forth and picked up the bow
And wiping the dust from the old violin & tightening the loose strings, played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angels sing.
The music ceased & the auctioner with a voice that was quiet and low said
What am I bid for the old violin as he held it up with the bow.
One thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand dollars and three
Three thousand once, three thousand twice and going and going and gone said he.
Three people cheered, but some of them cried. What changed its worth?
Swift came the reply: 'Twas the touch of the master's hand.
And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned off to the thoughtless crowd, much like this old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, a game and he travels on.
He's going once, he's going twice, and going and almost gone.
But the Master comes, and the thoughtless crowd never can quite understand the worth of the soul and the change that is wrought by The Touch of the Master's Hand.
- Mary Brooks Welch