Showing posts with label An Invitation to Visit the Shambles of My Life. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Wednesday's Woe - The Query of a GrandChild that... Renders Us Speechless ~Tommy and Angie Prince








Wednesday's Woe


The Query of a GrandChild 

that...

Renders Us Speechless


~Tommy and Angie Prince




During the month of February, we had our 18-month-old grandbaby "Ellie" over for several hours at a time on several different days. One of the best ways to enjoy a new toddler while she is here with us is to wall off one room of the house that is fairly-well child-proofed and plant ourselves in the middle of the room in little Fisher Price chairs so we can be down on her level to play and watch her antics. For us, the best room for that is our kitchen.

As Ellie is exploring her way around the kitchen, when she doesn't know what something is, she will point and say, "Dat?"

Like a lot of families in America, we have pictures of our family up on our refrigerator. Mostly right now, it is limited to our family's three children's pictures. So when Ellie glances up to the top portion of the refrigerator after tiring of putting magnets in various places on the refrigerator that are at her eye-level, she will see these family pictures. 

She will then point up on the refrigerator to our son Rollin's picture and will exclaim, "Da-Da!!!" with a bright smile. We will smile back and say, "That's right!" 

Then she will point to our son Nathan's picture and say, "Na-Na!" and we will say, "That's right!" 

Then she will point to our deceased daughter Merry Katherine's picture, and she will say, "Dat?!" 

It's one of the few times we are both rendered speechless in trying to answer our 18-month-old grand baby's question of, "Dat?"

How do we capture her Aunt Merry Katherine's personality in a few words? We will say, "That's Aunt Merry," but little Ellie has a blank look on her face… Fortunately for now, she is only 18-months-old and doesn't push it. Maybe we can buy some time and move beyond our being rendered speechless...



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Right now there's a hole in our world we cannot even grapple with. How do we even begin to explain that to a child?


Suddenly, however, an otherwise delightful time is shattered by a simple one-word question from Ellie: "Dat?" 

It is like we are thrown back to square one: How are we going to say, "She is not here and never will be"? For one thing, it's difficult to talk and cry at the same time….






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"In Limbo" Picture, thanks to ~Out of the Ashes

Monday, October 4, 2010

Tuesday's Trust - An Invitation to Visit the Shambles of My Life





Tuesday's Trust



An Invitation to Visit the Shambles of My Life




"How does someone dress to attend the shambles of her life?"


~Weeping








...If I were to send an invitation to visit the shambles of my life...



How many people would take me up on that?





The curiosity seekers, (or as my friend calls them, the "lookie-lous")?



The compassionate's heart is too deeply triggered to visit...



The complacent are too afraid my disaster is contagious...






Let's face it...



I am now a tragic story.


I am now the mother of a dead child.


I am now the mother of a beautiful daughter drawn into the evils of drugs.


(Were boundaries needed, or did boundaries kill?

Who knows? Who will never know till Heaven's Gate...?)




All I know is I loved her.


I did my best.


I prayed through e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I did.

And she knew I loved her.


And she loved me.


And I prayed so hard for her soul.


And her soul remained tender to God.


And I still have no clue what can be done for one hooked by evil drugs – even ones as "tame" as marijuana...



("Tame"?! I think not! Just ask the young man who passed out on the road from the effects of marijuana and his morning prescription of antidepressants in his system, who ran off the road in such a passed-out-state, crashing into a row of hardwood trees that didn't budge even for a 2-ton SUV traveling at 60 miles per hour {his foot never hit the brake as the car was still running and the cruise-control was still on when the rescue workers arrived at the crash}, killing all 3 of his friends including my child, all of whom he had invited to go with him to the beach for his family's reunion... I'll bet he no longer thinks marijuana is a "tame" nor "safe" drug...)





Yes, I do have some peace.



I know she is in my Lord's arms.



I know she is safe. Safe from the Enemy that though he killed her, he was impotent to capture her soul...because she KNEW her Lord, and His Love conquered Satan's evil plans for her death, giving her her life back...eternal life to spend with Him and with all who love Him.





But how does her mother make plans as she enters the shambles of her life?


How does one make a living as her life becomes consumed with her child's dying?


How does one walk through a day knowing the rest of her life will be gray, robbed of the color of her child?





It Can Only Be Done In the Arms Of My Lord Who Promises To Carry Me!


And He does...or else...I couldn't make it.






Thank YOU ~ for coming to visit me and love me...in the shambles of my life!



And it really doesn't matter what you wear, for I think we will only focus on one another's hearts and souls...











Picture: Thanks to @LillyAnn
Quote: Weeping, A Fritillary Quilter Mystery, (2004), p. 36