Kay Warren opens up about losing her son to suicide and faith

inside cover Kay Warren on Grieving Lost Son

We came across these moving words by Kay Warren and thought they might encourage you.

Kay, the wife of author and pastor Rick Warren, opened up on Facebook about the struggles of  overcoming the loss of her son, Matthew, to suicide. Her transparency below sheds light on the harsh reality of losing a loved one in tragedy and the process of authentic grieving as a woman of faith in Christ. These are her words:

Last night when I spoke to the women of Northpointe Community Church in Fresno, I told them that grief has changed me, that I’m not the same person I was before Matthew took his life 21 months ago. I shared with them how I used to sit on the front row at church where I could encourage Rick with my presence, laugh at his jokes, give him the stink eye when he said something inappropriate, and give him the “cut” sign when he preached too long…..the front row has been “my place” for nearly 35 years. But when Matthew died, church became a strange and unfamiliar place – not because of our congregation, but because of ME. The worship songs fell on my broken heart like sharp knives that cut me open even further – the words of healing and hope and victory contrasted with the bitter reality of Matthew’s violent death. The crowds were frightening and overwhelming

– I could barely access comfort for myself, let alone come up with up one shred of energy to comfort anyone else. I felt like everyone was staring at me, watching my every move (whether they were or not), and on more than one occasion I climbed over friends and family in a frantic scramble to get outside before my sobs turned into wails. I eventually came back to weekly services, but with my posse of my mother, my daughter and son and their spouses, Rick’s sister, small group friends and other close friends surrounding me in the back of the worship center, near a door. In the loving, supportive, protective cocoon of these loved ones, I explored singing again, often tightly gripping the hand of someone who loves me. Frequently I stood silently with warm tears coursing down my cheeks when the lyrics of a worship song touched an aching place deep inside. I started taking notes on the sermon outline, although it took all my effort to focus on what was being said rather than let my thoughts wander sorrowfully to our loss. I could see my former front row seat – vacant – week after week. I knew that one day I would be ready to move back to the front row, but I had no idea when that momentous day would arrive. As I told the women just last night, I’m not ready – and I don’t know when I will be.

In these 21 months Rick has never said a complaining word about my absence from my cheering section on the front row; he understands and shares my grief, and knows that only something catastrophic would keep me from “my place.” But TODAY……he hesitantly asked if I would sit in the front again, unsure of my response. Today he needed me. Today he was tired and weary and needed my physical presence in his line of sight. Today he needed to be able to catch my eye from the stage and read the love and support in my face. I was surprised that he asked……surprised that I had to make a decision…..surprised that I found myself inwardly protesting. I thought it was a husband/wife decision about leaving the safe, comforting, protective cocoon of my loved ones who sit with me in the back – but I quickly realized it was really a God-follower/God issue.

inside image Kay Warren on Grieving Her Lost Son

Today I had a choice: trust that the God who loves me would never ask me to do something that is not ultimately for my good, or decide that what God was asking was beyond my ability to say yes. God was asking me to trust Him and His timing – to believe that even though I didn’t think I was ready to transition from hiddenness to the more exposed, vulnerable spot on front row, He knew I was. He – more than anyone else ever can or will – knows the internal journey of mourning and grief, and He can see where and when the next leaps of faith must occur for me to continue healing. 
I gazed into Rick’s face, pondering the unexpected request ….and then glanced down at the bracelet I was wearing. Engraved on 5 connected links were the words from Philippians 4:8: “I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.” I had my answer.

No uncertainty. No more hesitation. I would leave the sweet place of safety and refuge, and joyfully step back into the spotlight – for my beloved husband, but also for my beloved Savior – totally trusting that the strength I needed to “leap” from the back of the Worship Center to front would be given to me as I took the first step.
And so from the front row tonight, January 17, 2015 – 21 months and 12 days after Matthew died – I smiled at my husband preaching so bravely and powerfully on the stage, laughed at his jokes, and took copious notes. I raised my arms in highest praise to the God who conquered death and defeated the grave and sang hallelujah through my tears. All through Him who gives me strength.

Warren’s son Matthew had borderline personality disorder and for years threatened suicide, asking the question of his father “Why can’t I just die?” The tragedy occurred after he illegally purchased a gun online. He was 27.

Rick and Kay Warren are pastors of Saddleback Church in Lake Forest California. It is reported to be the 8th largest church in the United States. Rick Warren is also an author of The Purpose Driven Life that has sold over 30 million copies.


Kay Warren opens up about losing her son to suicide and faith

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