Cry Out to Jesus

I haven't posted anything in a week. I didn't really feel like I had anything worth saying. Then, Wednesday came at me like a ton of bricks. Now, I have so much to say, and I can't share it with someone who needed to hear it from me again. When someone you know dies, it's hard, but usually you have the comfort of knowing that they lived a long, full life. But sometimes, there are those who are still young, who have small children that looked up to them, they have a whole life that was waiting for them, and then, that's it. They're gone. If the fact they are so young doesn't make it hard enough to deal with, it's the fact that you know they willing made the choice.

My heart is breaking each time I think about him, and his family he chose to leave behind. All of the questions his loved ones have. All of the pain each one is feeling. The fact that 2 beautiful babies are going to grow up without their dad with them. The fact that the mother of those 2 beautiful children is blaming herself for this tragedy. So much hurt, so much pain. But what bothers me the most, is not knowing if he was right with God. My heart aches that he didn't have that relationship with the Lord, the one that would have comforted all of his pain and sorrow. Yes, as Christians we still hurt but we have comfort knowing that Jesus has been there before, and will help us through it now.

I just want to shout it to everyone, that JESUS LOVES US ALL! HE DOES CARE FOR YOU. CRY OUT TO HIM! I can't say those words to my friend now. I can't share Jesus with him anymore. Now I sit and wonder if I shared enough. If I shared the right way. And I know it is so wrong to think these things. There is nothing I could have done. Salvation comes through Jesus Christ, and Him alone. It's a personal choice one has to make for themselves.

All I can do now is remember his smiling face. I can remember what a loving, caring person he was. I can lift his family in prayer. I can share the love of Jesus with every other person I come in contact with. There are so many lost souls out there. They are depressed, screaming for help. If I am part of the body of Christ, then I need to see those needs of those people. I need to be proactive in strectching out my arms to help them, to share Jesus with them.

He was so young, only 25 years old. He left behind 2 children, ages 4 and 2, the mother of his children, a sister, a mom, and countless others who knew and loved him. Rest in peace Ivan.