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Grief Cannot Be Cured ~ for Grief IS the Cure!
The question was posed to Jesus:
"Of all the commandments, which is the most important?"
"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this:
'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.'"
~Mark 12:28b-30
Jesus was quoting here from the Old Testament the very commands of His Father to His people. God doesn't expect us to just sign on a dotted line and pray the sinner's prayer to be His children. He wants ALL of us, All aspects of our being just as He loves us with all aspects of His being.
- "Love the Lord your God
- with all your heart, and
- with all your soul, and
- with all your mind, and
- with all your strength."
Since we are made in the image of God and are called to love like He did,
wouldn't you think He would expect us to love our precious children
- with all of our heart,
- with all of our soul,
- with all our mind, and
- with all of our strength?
- All of our heart,
- All of our soul,
- All of our mind,
- All of our strength.
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Grief Cannot Be Cured ~ for Grief IS the Cure!
Please Don't Curse My Grief~It's God's Caressing!
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted..."
~Matthew 5:4
Child-Loss Grief:
Grief's like a baby being formed again,
Re-knit within my mother's womb, Being
healed cell by cell as only my God can:
Grief's overhaul with God's overseeing!
Don't try t' discourage this mommy's weeping...
Grief cannot be "cured" ~ for Grief IS the cure...
Grief's not a curse; God says it's a blessing.
Please don't curse my grief, it's God's caressing...
First, He lets me pour all blood from my heart,
Th' core of my heart's beating, poured 'nto His hands,
He comforts ev'ry mem'ry since her life's start,
Seals them with His tears as His love withstands,
Keeps His hands open for when Grief expands...
Grief cannot be "cured" ~ for Grief IS the cure...
Grief's not a curse; God says it's a blessing.
Please don't curse my grief, it's God's caressing...
He gently holds my brain in His nail-scarred hands,
Sees th' massive scarring, and each shrunken cell,
Plans th' great rewiring a child's death demands,
Th' complex re-knitting t' withstand child-loss hell,
Replete with Truth, Satan's lies to dispel.
Grief cannot be "cured" ~ Grief IS the cure...
Grief's not a curse; God says it's a blessing.
Please don't curse my grief, it's God's caressing...
Then He draws my spirit close to His heart,
Grieves with my grief over His child and mine,
O'er each impaling of th' Fiend's wicked dart,
Then reveals His Love o'er each dart malign:
His Son took her wounds in Love's Plan Divine.
Grief cannot be "cured" ~ for Grief IS the cure...
Grief's not a curse; God says it's a blessing.
Please don't curse my grief, it's God's caressing...
God holds my body like a newborn baby,
Weak in abject vulnerability,
Enwraps in His arms, He suckles me daily,
Nurtures through Grief's mutability,
Enlivens ever-maturing growth in me,
Enables wondrous Creativity!
Grief cannot be "cured" ~ for Grief IS the cure...
Grief's not a curse; God says it's a blessing.
Please don't curse my grief, it's God's caressing!
If Child-Loss Grief engenders (one a) newborn baby...
Be gentle with me, I'm still only three!
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Excerpts from my 4/28/10 Post, (More words about how invaluable grief is to the Child-Loss Parent!)
Wednesday's Woe - Would'st Thou Take My Grief Away:
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
~William Shakespeare, from his play King John
And to Shakespeare's poignant words, I add my verse:
Grief fills the heart up of my absent child,
In my minds eye, appears and talks with me,
True to her nature, personality,
Upbeat, laughter, e'er encouraging smile,
E'er reminding me she IS here, alive,
But with spirit whole, in rapt purity!
Then have I reason to be fond of grief...
"Tis my Father's gift, brings me sweet relief!
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More Than Ever
Gaither Vocal Band
When I started my journey in fresh childlike trust
I believed that the Lord's way was best.
I would read in His Word how He mothered the bird
And grieved when it fell from it's nest.
How I felt His delight when I chose to do right,
And prayed I would not make Him sad.
We would meet on the way in the cool of the day,
What a pure sweet communion we had.
CHORUS:
Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.
The road I have traveled has sometimes been steep,
Through wild jagged places of life.
Sometimes I've stumbled and fallen so hard
That the stones cut my soul like a knife.
But the staff of my Shepherd would reach out for me
And lift me to cool pastures green.
With oil of the spirit anointing my wounds,
There I'd rest by the clear healing stream.
Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.
Is Love's Old Sweet Story too good to be true?
Do you find all this hard to believe?
Has the cruel world we live in so battered your heart
That the hurt child inside you can't grieve?
Oh, I can't say I blame you.
I've been where you are.
But all I can say is
It's true!
You're wanted,
You're precious,
You're the love of His heart,
And the old rugged cross was for you.
Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.
Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kn8I9GK6Pc
poem - Grief Cannot Be Cured ~ for Grief IS the Cure - Angie Bennett Prince - 6/27/10
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