Stay With Me

Three lives. Just like that. Gone. Each one dear to me. Each one deeply loved. Each one carrying pain I couldn’t fully see. They moved through life wearing blinders, unable to see beyond the heaviness, the darkness, the lies whispered to them about their worth. And then they gave up. On themselves. On their families. On their lives. On the God they knew.

It’s heartbreaking.

And, if I’m being honest, it’s also frustrating.

Heartbreaking because their lives ended too soon. Frustrating because it feels like the outcome could’ve been different. We didn’t stand by idly. People offered help, prayed, supported them with words, love, even professional resources. We cried out to the One who made them, believing that only God could restore what was breaking. No one ever imagined they would stop fighting. I don’t know if my loved ones felt abandoned by God. Maybe they did. But I know He never abandoned them.

The truth is, the battlefield is in the mind.

It’s where lies grow loud, where hope fades quietly, and where even the strongest faith can feel like it’s flickering. My family has a saying that goes "you can lead a cow to river for a drink, but you can’t make it drink the water". Maybe that’s what happened. They were led to places of healing, but, for whatever reason, they just couldn’t receive it.

Now we’re left here trying to reconcile what happened. How do we make peace with it? How do we keep ourselves, and those we love, from becoming another tragic story? I wish I had answers. I don’t. But I’m learning to lean into trust, not in what I can understand, but in who God is. I still believe God is good, even when things feel senseless.

Some things in life are just too heavy for human hands to hold, and I feel that mental health, in its deepest valleys, is one of them. sacred, complex, and only fully known to the One who created our minds and still calls them worthy. Only He is big enough to carry it.

When our minds feel like war zones and nothing seems to fix the ache, that’s when we need the kind of healing that only heaven can deliver. While seeking therapy, support, or community, we also surrender the weight to the One who can hold us steady through it all. Yet again, the individual has to be willing to surrender, and let God. He doesn’t force Himself on us. That’s the sacredness and weight of free will. We get to choose. For some of us, perhaps the pain clouds our vision so much that we don’t even see the choice anymore.

Please, don't give up.

And maybe you’re reading this and you’re struggling. Don’t believe the voices telling you that your story is over. Don’t carry this burden alone. Take off the blinders that tell you you’re worthless. Refuse to write your own ending. Let God take over.

Fall on your knees, cry out for help; He hears, He cares, and He will respond. He loves you far too much to ignore your pain. Talk to someone you trust. Ask them to pray with you, for you. Reach for help.

But maybe you’re thinking, “I don’t trust anybody.” And I get it. Maybe people have let you down: friends, family, colleagues, leaders, and those who were supposed to care. Maybe you’ve been hurt so deeply that building trust feels impossible. If that’s where you are, then start with God. You don’t have to hand your heart to the world. But you can whisper a word to the One who already sees and knows you. He won’t walk away. You don’t have to have big faith or fancy prayers.

In fact, Jesus said faith the size of a mustard seed, one of the tiniest seeds you can find, is enough to move mountains. Mustard seed faith is small. Fragile. Almost invisible to the eye. But it holds power beyond what we can imagine. Just a flicker of hope. A whisper of “God, help me.” A pause in the middle of tears to say, “I want to believe again.” That’s enough. That’s powerful. That’s how heaven moves.

And maybe you don’t even trust God. Maybe you’ve prayed before and heard nothing. Maybe you’ve cried and felt no comfort. Maybe you’ve looked at your life and thought, "If God is real, why would He let this happen?" Maybe you’ve decided He can’t see you, or worse, that He sees you and doesn’t care. If that’s you, I’m not here to preach at you or offer clichés. I just want to say this:

You are not too far gone.

Not for God. Not for grace. Not for hope.

Even if you’ve stopped believing in God, He has never stopped believing in you.

He sees what you’re carrying. He knows what others don’t. And He’s not afraid of your doubts, your anger, or even your silence. You don’t have to have everything figured out to be found. You don’t need polished faith to be loved. You don’t have to “clean yourself up” to be welcomed in. You just have to be willing - even just a little.

God specializes in finding the lost, sitting with the hurting, and lifting the ones who’ve already given up. You might feel unseen, but He calls you known. You might feel unloved, but He calls you beloved. You might feel broken beyond repair, but He calls you restorable. You are never too far to be reached. Never too far to be rescued.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”—Psalm 34:18 (NIV)

To the one whose battlefield is in the mind, know this: You are not weak for feeling overwhelmed. You are not broken beyond use. You are not alone, even if no one else fully understands what you’re carrying. Mental battles are invisible to others but all-consuming to you. If no one has said this yet, let me say it now: I see you. God sees you.

He understands the war you’re in and offers His presence, His peace, and His power to stand with you, fight for you, and restore you. If Jesus healed Mary Magdalene from her mental torments, He can release you from yours. You are not too far gone. The battle isn’t yours to fight alone, it belongs to the Lord. And if you’ve walked away before, I promise, He still wants you back. He leaves the ninety-nine to find the one. And maybe, just maybe, that one is you.

To the one watching a loved one suffer, the parent, the child, the sibling, the spouse, the friend, who has prayed, begged, supported, and still wonders why it’s not working: I see your heartbreak too. It’s excruciating to love someone through a pain you can’t fix. You may feel helpless, but your love is not wasted. Your presence matters. Your prayers matter. Keep showing up. Keep loving, not as their savior, but as someone pointing them gently to the One who can save. It is not your job to carry them to the finish line, but to walk alongside them with grace and hope. God sees the burden you're carrying, and He is carrying you.

I am also hoping that this message reaches even one person in time. You are not alone. You are deeply loved. Your life is not over. We still need you. Please, stay.

Stay tuned, stay blessed!

Harmoniously yours!

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