I Didn’t Know I Was Stopping a Suicide That Night...
While I felt completely drained in my pain, God made me the light she needed to keep living.
This morning, I found myself thinking back to an incident that happened four years ago.
It was late into the night. I was drained, sitting alone in the dim light of my room, with tears that wouldn’t stop streaming down my face. My heart was heavy. I had just lost my dad after we spent millions trying to keep him alive. It felt like life had lost its colour. I was grieving, tired, and on the edge of hopelessness myself.
But that night, in the middle of my pain, my phone buzzed.
It was a message from a young lady seeking counsel. She was desperate, broken, and confused about life. Even though I was struggling to breathe emotionally, I picked up my phone and called her back.
I listened as she poured out her heart. I let her cry. I told her she was stronger than she realised, that giving up wasn’t an option, that God still had her in mind, even if it felt like He was silent. I prayed with her and shared a verse from His WORD as the Spirit led me with her.
That night, I went to bed feeling at peace than I’ve been since my Dad’s death.
Two weeks later, early in the morning, my phone rang again. It was her.
This time her voice was filled with relief and joy. The issue we prayed and talked about had been resolved miraculously. I smiled as I congratulated her, thanking God for showing up for her.
But then, as we were about to end the call, she said something that made me break down completely.
"Thank you so much for that night. You were the reason I didn’t commit suicide."
I froze. My hands trembled as tears rolled down my face uncontrollably.
She was planning to end her life that night…
And here I was, at my lowest moment, feeling useless and hopeless, not realising God was using my brokenness to save another life.
Considering the kind of man my late Dad was, I’m sure he wouldn't be happy if I had turned down that lady because I was grieving. I’m glad I was able to help, and that lesson and incident have stuck with me for years.
What if I had ignored her call because I was grieving my dad? What if I had let my pain stop me from being there for her? What if I didn’t hold on to God for strength that night?
All I could whisper was, “Thank You, Jesus.”
It reminded me of something profound:
Too often, we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring – all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
That “little gesture” may not count much to you, but it could be the only sunlight someone sees that day.
Today, I want to remind you:
Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone decides to give life another chance. Never underestimate the power of your words, your presence, or your story. Someone’s life might just depend on it.
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Damilola Adeniji
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Reading your words stirred something deep in me. I remember sitting across from someone once — we were just having dinner — and a woman passed by our table. I looked up and saw pain. Not just a passing glance, but something raw and heavy. I felt that quiet nudge — maybe from God, maybe from my own deep sensitivity — to pray for her. To say something.
But I didn’t. I froze.
And to this day, I still wonder if I missed a moment that mattered.
I’m autistic, though I didn’t know it then. I was undiagnosed and heavily masking — trying to hide the parts of me that felt too different, too much. Having eyes on me made me feel exposed, even unsafe. So instead of acting, I stayed silent. Even around people close to me, I was hiding. That silence still sits with me.
Your story gave me hope — that God can still move even when we hesitate. That next time, maybe I’ll trust the nudge. And maybe that quiet seeing is already a beginning.
Thank you for being brave. For reminding me that love still matters, even when it feels small.
I always try to seek out others who need support when my life is hurting. I get the attention off myself and on to others and it really does help both parties. What an Earth Angel you really are. What I've learned at 67 is that life is short and everybody can help them along the way will be better Karma to play out for us when we need someone. Sorry for the loss of your father. I've lost both parents a sister, my partner of 22 yrs and my only son (and child) so I know what grief is. Faith gets us through 🙏