Showing posts with label Agony to Hope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Agony to Hope. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Holes in the Floor of Heaven ~Steve Wariner







Monday's Mourning Ministry

Holes in the Floor of Heaven

~Steve Wariner









Holes In The Floor Of Heaven

~Steve Wariner




One day shy of 8 years old, (my) Grandma passed away,
I was a broken hearted little boy, blowin' out that birthday cake.
How I cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain,
Momma smiled, said, "Don't be sad child, Grandma's watchin' you today!"

[Chorus]
'Cause there's holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pourin' down
That's how you know she's watchin', wishing she could be here now.
And sometimes if you're lonely, just remember she can see,
There's holes in the floor of heaven, and she's watchin' over you and me.

Seasons come and seasons go, nothing stays the same.
I grew up, fell in love, met a girl who took my name.
Year by year, we made a life in this sleepy little town.
I thought we'd grow old together ~ Lord I sure do miss her now!

But there's holes in the floor of heaven, and her tears are pourin' down.
That's how I know she's watchin', wishing she could be here now.
And sometimes when I'm lonely, I remember she can see,
There's holes in the floor of heaven, and she's watchin' over you and me.

Well my little girl is 23, I walk her down the aisle,
It's a shame her mom can't be here now, to see her lovely smile.
They throw the rice, I catch her eye,
As the rain starts comin' down.
She takes my hand says, "Daddy don't be sad, 'cause I know Momma is watchin' now!
And there's holes in the floor of heaven, and her tears are pourin' down,
thats how you know she's watchin', wishin' she could be here now."
And sometimes when I'm lonely, I remember she can see,
Yes, there's holes in the floor of heaven, and she's watchin' over you and me.

Watchin' over you and me
Watchin' over you and me
Watchin' over you and me
















Picture, thanks to ~Your Inner Sparkle, and ~Out of the Ashes
Grief Video: http://youtu.be/gPGmzyH2nI4

Monday, January 21, 2013

Tuesday's Trust - My Angel Sang Me to Sleep Last Night ~Angie Bennett Prince






"When you wake up with a song stuck in your head, it means an angel sang you to sleep."

~Denise Baer



Tuesday's Trust

My Angel Sang Me to Sleep Last Night

~Angie Bennett Prince




After a painful night's sleep last night, with a short evening nap preceding that, I realized I had had songs stuck in my head that all brought thoughts of Merry Katherine, and therefore tears along with them in both of these consecutive times of sleep. Then this morning, I discovered this beautiful picture you see above on the Grieving Mothers' Facebook site! So immediately, I was inspired to write the following poem. I wanted to share it with you, my fellow grievers who understand...




My Angel Sang Me to Sleep Last Night



My angel came into my dreams last night
I had whispered her name aloud just before sleep;
She must have whisked by with her wings so light,
Comforting my heart with each loving sweep...

My angel sang me to sleep last night...
Song after song came into my head,
Tears rolling down blurred my sight
As my angel visited me upon my bed.

My angel sang me to sleep last night...
In my dreams, songs were stuck in my head
From both nap time to night time...
My angel revisited, her sweet love so swift to spread.

My angel sang me to sleep last night...
She must have come by to comfort my heart:
It has been nine years today since my daddy died;
It hurts so much when loved ones must part…

My angel sang me to sleep last night...
Tears were surfacing each time when
Each song that came, brought her to mind
As my angel visited again and again.

My angel sang me to sleep last night...
She sensed my loneliness and my hurt,
Met me in my tears with her angel light,
Comforting Mommy with her loving hug…



My angel sang me to sleep last night;
Now I can rest peacefully, hugged so tight...










Picture, thanks to "Grieving Mothers" on Facebook 
Poem - My Angel Sang Me to Sleep Last Night - Angie Bennett Prince - 01/21/2013 (MLK Day)


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Tuesday's Trust - Trusting...Amidst a Suspended Life






Tuesday's Trust

Trusting...

Amidst a Suspended Life




Tommy and I listened last night to a talk-radio program by Michelle Rosenthal, a "Post-Trauma Coach" featuring Dr. Robert Scaer, Neurologist and a premier Trauma specialist whom Tommy and I first met and trained under just this past September of 2011. We are purchasing his new book on Trauma that comes out this month, and he is doing a lot of speaking to promote his book. In this talk, he explained how traumatic it is for us to lose a child:

Death of a loved one is a Trauma - A trauma is something that threatens your life - The death of a loved one threatens your life... Death brings trauma into our life --- Your life is composed of the social structures of your life as much as it is the survival of your body!

The death of a loved one is a trauma, especially he says… 

"Frankly, a Parent's Loss of a child is the most traumatic loss there is." 

You go into a freeze response. Helpless, you freeze. If you don't come out of the freeze, you have PTSD or Trauma. You have to process the traumatic memories to heal enough to develop resiliency. And you will need to process this grief over and over and over.



~~~~~



This week, my son put a post in Facebook:


C. S. LewisYour place in Heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it—made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.  
~ The Problem of Pain

A child-loss mother friend wrote this next to his post:


What a peace over came me when I read this... My place in Heaven has been made just for me. I can only imagine what (my son) Justin's place looks like :) ... This mama's heart aches for Heaven.

~Patty Sisk Whitaker



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I just read a poem of a Child-Loss griever tonight, asking God to give people the grace to understand her need to grieve, her need to still treat her child's birthday as special, and her need to feel her child's nearness. Basically, she, like we, recognizes and understands that the love for our children and the memories we have of them don't ever go away, nor do we want them to...



A Special Birthday

(author unknown)

Please God, make them remember that
Today is a special birthday.
Make them understand that
The memories don't go away.
Bless them, with ears to hear and hearts that care.
Enable them to listen while I share.
Shelter them that they may never know my pain.
Help them to help me know that my child's life was not in vain.
Help them to remember, Lord, that I wish
That my child was here
So we could still celebrate,
To understand that I still
Feel the nearness of my child,
To see beyond my smile and the
Words, "I'm okay."
Please God, just let one remember today
Is a special birthday!



~~~~~



The process of grief, I have found, can mirror that of writing: it is surprising, trying, frustrating, daunting, terrifying, comforting, chastening, challenging, and at times, heartening; grief can provide fellowship with others interested in the experience; it brings out the best in us, and at times the worst, if only because it is utterly human.  It can feel inevitable, but it is so personal, so differently pitched for each, that it can reside across a great gulf.  Yet poetry, like grief, can be the thing that bridges the gap between us, that brings us together and binds us...


I have gathered the poems in this anthology to reveal the many ways poets seek to find words and form to contain loss and to fulfill the reader's need for comfort and companionship in the words of another.  Often, in death, everything else fails.

~From the Introduction to The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing, KEVIN YOUNG



Another quote of his reads,

To lose someone close to you is to enter an experience no amount of forethought or hindsight can free you from.  You must live through grief.  You cannot outsmart it, nor think through the fact of someone's being gone, and forever.  You must survive the sorrow.  



~~~~~



Unfortunately, the Child-Loss War civilians (who entail most of our friends and family) do not seem to understand our grief is not about the aforementioned "logical" processes where one just decides NOT to be sad, as if we could "outsmart" grief. No, indeed, we "must survive the sorrow."



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People don't seem to understand the back and forth processing that we do, and that we must do in Child-Loss Grief. In the grieving mother's poem, there is an appeal to God to help people understand she still loves her child, and still misses her child and always will this side of Heaven. The all-encompassing message we feel is "I miss my child!" We go back and forth with I wish they were here, and yet remembering C. S. Lewis's sentiment of "Thank You God that my child is in Heaven, and that Heaven is a perfect fit for her!" It is a constant back and forth, a re-interweaving of our foundation that's been blasted out from under us with the death of our child. 

As Dr. Robert Scaer says, you can't just eat the right foods to help you heal through traumatic grief; you have to work through all the hurts, all the confusion, all the feelings of betrayal, all the precious memories, processing them over and over and over again. It's all a part of our "healing" ~ never total healing, but a getting stronger, more resilient over time.

The idea with trauma is that you have to get to the point that you can feel your abject pain and loss and grief, and yet still live your life in the process. People do not understand the hurt never goes away; we just learn to accept it as a part of our lives now.

But the hope, as Elizabeth Edwards so lovingly reminds us... is always there.





The real truth is:

"We never move on, we just get used to the pain"


Even as we ever ponder...


While the new reality for our child, we thankfully cry out along with our child:



I am not gone. My soul
lives on but in a better pace,
Surrounded by the light of God
in all His glory and grace.










Pictures: The first two, thanks to Barbara J. Karrer of Grieving Mothers in loving memory of her "forever-6-year-old" Jonathan,
and the final picture thanks to Cindy Goolsby Martin, In loving memory of her precious "forever-19-year-old" April Michelle Pera


Monday, May 24, 2010

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Beauty from Pain ~Superchick






Monday's Mourning Ministry

Beauty from Pain

~Superchick





Beauty from Pain

Superchick



The lights go out all around me...

One last candle to keep out the Night,

And then the Darkness surrounds me...

I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died.



And all that's left is to accept that it's over.

My dreams ran like sand through

the fists that I made...

I try to keep warm, but I just grow colder;

I feel like I'm slipping away...



After all this has passed, I still will remain.

After I've cried my last,

There'll be Beauty from Pain.

Though it won't be today,

Someday, I'll Hope again.

And there'll be Beauty from Pain.

You will bring Beauty from my Pain.



My whole world is the pain inside me.

The best I can do is just get through the day.

When life before is only a memory,

I'll wonder why God let's

me walk through this place.



And though I can't understand why this happened,

I know that I will when I look back some Day.

And see how You've brought Beauty from Ashes,

And made me as gold purified through these flames.



After all this has passed, I still will remain.

After I've cried my last,

There'll be Beauty from Pain.

Though it won't be today,

Someday, I'll Hope again.

And there'll be Beauty from Pain.

You will bring Beauty from my Pain.



Here I am. at the end of me,

Trying to hold to what I can't see.

I forgot how to Hope. This Night's

been so long. I cling to Your

Promise, There will be a Dawn.



After all this has passed, I still will remain.

After I've cried my last,

There'll be Beauty from Pain.

Though it won't be today,

Someday, I'll Hope again.

And there'll be Beauty from Pain.

You will bring Beauty from my Pain.




My dreams ran like sand through

the fists that I made...


~Superchick







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Someday, I'll hope again,

And there'll be Beauty from Pain;

You will bring Beauty from my Pain.

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~Superchick


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Thank you to Jen from http://jenmagee.blogspot.com/ for this very inspired song that makes me cry... May God hold your baby Ella close to His heart even as he holds you along with the rest of us, His grieving mommies and daddies... (Isaiah 40:11)










song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-GPbYcTDbQ
Thank you, Jen. http://jenmagee.blogspot.com/