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Tuesday's Trust
A Mother's Cross
What can extricate me
From this terrible pain?
I must train my eyes to see
My loss is still her gain…
But O this is such a terrible loss!
(…Yet she sees her Master upon the cross...
He gave His all that her child might live;
She bowed her head and humbly said,)
"Lord, what can I give?"
"My child, you're bearing the world's worst pain
That your child may have Me, her eternal gain.
It's a Sacred Trust you bear for love;
She's resting now in her Home above.
"So remember each time you shed a tear,
I draw your baby ever near:
Your salty tears she helps me collect
For by each tear, your souls connect!"
Paroxysms of grief begin to flow
As my love flows up from here below.
"My painful tears are the least I can give,
You gave Your life that my baby might live!
"The birth pangs from here to bear her There
Are this mother's sacrifice,
As, Lord, our Sacrificial Love for her,
Together, we might share."
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"I believe that writing is an account of the powers of extrication."
~John Cheever, Journals
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"What is healing, but a shift in perspective."
~Mark Doty, Heaven's Coast
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"I am the only one who can tell the story of my life and say what it means."
~Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know for Sure
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~quotes gathered and shared by Louise De Salvo in her book,
Writing as a Way of Healing
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"You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in Your bottle. You have recorded each one in Your book."
~Psalm 56:8 ~ New Living Translation (©2007)
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"But now, like a woman in childbirth,
.......I cry out, I gasp and pant."
~Isaiah 42:14b New International Version (©1984)
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"We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
"In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God’s will.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.
"What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
'For your sake we face death all day long;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.'
"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
~Romans 8:22-29 New International Version (©1984)
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Poem - A Mother's Cross - Angie Bennett Prince - 12/10/2012
