She stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out over the sea. Looking, not seeing, as thunder rolled in the distance, and lightning lit up the sky. Waves crashed violently against the rocks where the sea met land.
The rocks below beckoned her to join them. Come to us they called, you are safe here. She stood quietly, despair and sorrow welling up inside her and spilling down her cheeks. A ragged sob escaped her lips as she looked below. One step, that’s all. One step to end her misery.
“Please, God, help me!” she cried.
Closing her eyes, she took a breath, determined to take that final step. Her soul felt a stirring, a sensation like that of wind bubbling up from within. It was swirling around her and through her. A feeling like she was spinning in slow motion.
She was filled with a peace that transcends understanding. She felt rather than heard a small, quiet voice say, “Be still…” A love so deep and pure flooded her being. Again, the voice spoke to her heart. “Be still…and know that I am God”
“Thank you, Lord,” she cried.
Stepping back from the edge she turned and slowly walked home. Her pain was not gone, but her heart’s heavy burden was carried by one greater than her. She was not alone.