Being almost too optimistic I can get away with it pretty much most of the time.
A member of my youth group, at the very end of the night, brought up suicide. Talking about a lady that went to Switzerland so that the doctor there could end her life because it was filled with so much pain. The word for that particular form of suicide/murder is euthanasia. We talked about babies being born after abortion, breathing, and then the doctors killing them, we talked about pre-scanning your baby for birth defects and if you found one, you could end the pregnancy and we talked about their moms and dads being a painful burden to them as they got older and how easy it would be to just pull the plug and give the release to ease the burden on society and yourselves.
I rarely wait for the pain and suffering before I jump into His hands. I can sit in my living room, gazing out the window, and in an instance Satan can bring up my past and all my sins and in an instance, I can silently pray, Lord Jesus have mercy on my soul, and every power of darkness is so far removed from me. I snuggle in, resting in Him and enjoy my quiet time of simple worship and prayer.
- Unexpected Lessons Learned and Old Ones Renewed (julieg350dayinthelifewithmigraines.wordpress.com)