Godly Insights for the 21st Century Life

(My post Life>Death  chronicles my struggle with suicidal depression. This story is based on the vision God used to save my life.) It all started after the knife sliced through my wrist. As I watched my life drain away, I felt a sense of peace. I knew my pain was finally over. Soft arms lifted me up and carried me off to Heaven. There I watched as my parents found my body. They started to cry, which I had expected. What I hadn't expected was what they were saying. "What did we do wrong?" they cried out. "Nothing!" I screamed. "You did nothing wrong!" But they couldn't hear me. What had I done? As my friends and other family members found out about my death, they said the same thing, and I continued screaming that it wasn't their fault. Their reactions caused me to be in agony, which struck me as strange. If indeed I was in Heaven, wasn't I supposed to be pain free? That is what I had always been taught. Then came my funeral. It

One of my favorite shows is The Voice . I enjoy seeing people gain the opportunity for a music career who wouldn't have had the chance otherwise. I think it's great that the artists are chosen by the coaches based solely on their voices, and after making a team, their coach does everything they can to make the artists the best they could be. Watching the battle and knockout rounds the past three weeks, I was touched by how much of a connection the coaches had with their artists and how hard it was for them to choose a winner because of it. What I don't enjoy is the attitude of some of the artists prior to their blind audition: "If I turn a chair, it would change my life." Every single day has the potential to change our lives. In terms of The Voice , I think some of the artists who were rejected the first time they auditioned and returned another season would definitely say that not  getting a chair to turn the first time changed their lives because it pushed th