Showing posts with label Broken Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Broken Heart. Show all posts

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Thursday's Therapy - 7 Things Child-Loss Grievers Need ~by Grieving Mother, Maureen Hunter







Thursday's Therapy

7 Things Child-Loss Grievers Need

~by Grieving Mother, Maureen Hunter




In the following article, grieving mother Maureen Hunter shares what she perceives as 7 needs of the Child-Loss Griever. They are briefly summarized below and further elucidated in her article following. On Maureen's blog at http://esdeer.com, Maureen graciously provides an e-mail sign-up subscription for those who want to regularly receive her writings, which typically are written weekly. 



7 Things Child-Loss Grievers Need:

  • We so desperately need someone to accept us for who we are as we grieve.
  • When our shoulders are deadened with the weight and burdens of our pain and anguish, oh how comforting it would be to be held and reassured that yes we are strong enough to do this.
  • Whilst there is no one who can understand absolutely what we are going through, we reach out in the hope that someone will understand, if not totally at least a little.
  • To know we’re not crazy after all because we were beginning to think with some certainty that we probably were.
  • An understanding deep in our hearts that our loved ones are safe, protected and ok.
  • The reassurance to know that we never have to let them go, that they will stay connected to us for the remainder of our lives.
  • That somehow, somewhere and with some people they will never be forgotten.



The Needs of Those Who Grieve

by MAUREEN HUNTER on SEPTEMBER 27, 2012


Grieving is an ongoing process of adjusting and adapting to our loss. Over time our needs as those who grieve will change depending on where we are in our grieving and what’s happening in our hearts and in our life.

If we were to write down our needs, they might be different for each one of us, but there are some needs that I believe are common to many who grieve.


When our hearts are broken beyond belief:

We so desperately need someone to accept us for who we are as we grieve. To not judge us, not tell us what to do, not look at us funny because it’s been “too long” but to love us in all our brokenness. A safe place beckons us where we can vent, where we can cry, where we can talk about our anxieties, our fears, our triumphs, our bad days and our better days.  We need to know we can be ourselves and there is someone who will listen with caring and compassion.
When our shoulders are deadened with the weight and burdens of our pain and anguish, oh how comforting it would be to be held and reassured that yes we are strong  enough to do this. Yes we will get through, because it sure does feel at times as if we are far from strong. We can feel so very vulnerable.

Whilst there is no one who can understand absolutely what we are going through, we reach out in the hope that someone will understand, if not totally at least a little. Someone who will get it and have some idea of the depths of what we feel and the devastating impact it is having on our life.
To know we’re not crazy after all because we were beginning to think with some certainty that we probably were. To feel the relief of seeing, reading or hearing someone else express what we have been afraid to; almost makes us want to cry. We are "normal" after all.

An understanding deep in our hearts that our loved ones are safe, protected and ok. That they continue to know of us and to believe in us. That they know of our anguish, that they know we are trying so very hard to live without them. But more importantly that they know of our great love for them. A love that grows stronger each and every day.

The reassurance to know that we never have to let them go, that they will stay connected to us for the remainder of our lives. Even if we go on to form new relationships, move to different places and heal the most broken parts of ourselves to find a new and different life, a part of them will always be with us.

That somehow, somewhere and with some people they will never be forgotten. Their lives will have meant something and their light will shine forever in the words that are spoken, the memories that are shared and the lives that are touched.


I have enjoyed the benefits of Maureen's e-mails myself, and I thank her for her words here, and for her regular contributions on behalf of us fellow grievers!










Picture via "Grieving Mothers," and contributed by grieving mother, Jill Compton

Article: http://esdeer.com/the-needs-of-those-who-grieve/


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Broken ~Seether and Amy Lee from Evanescence










Monday's Mourning Ministry

Broken

~Seether & Amy Lee from Evanescence 





Seether:
I wanted you to know that
I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away...
I keep your photograph and
I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

Seether and Amy Lee:
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

Seether:
You gone away, you don't feel me here anymore

Amy Lee:
The worst is over now 
And we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn
And no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

Amy Lee and Seether:
Cause I’m broken when I'm open 
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome 
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

~Instrumental~ 

Cause I’m broken when I'm open 
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away...

~Shorter Instrumental~

Cause I’m Broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone...

Seether:
You gone away, you don’t feel me here anymore



















Pictures, thanks to iStock and several grieving mothers

Video - http://youtu.be/JeI4Ft8P7ks

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Come Unto Me ~Nicole C. Mullen




Come unto Me all you who are weary and burdened,

and I will give you rest...

Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me,

for I am gentle and humble in heart,

and you will find rest for your souls,

for My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.

~Matthew 11:28-30



Monday's Mourning Ministry


Come Unto Me


~Nicole C. Mullen








Come Unto Me


~Nicole C. Mullen



Are you looking for someone to be gentle

With your broken heart, your shattered dreams?

And are you searching for someone who'll be faithful

To you no matter what life brings?


Well, I know the Maker of the storm, the sunrise

He is both the Lion and the Lamb

He is strong enough to shake all earth and heaven

Yet meek enough to take me as I am


He says, "Come unto Me

All who are weary,

And I will give you rest ~

Bring what hurts, bring your scars

Bring the load that you carry,

And I will give you rest."


Are the clouds above your head oh so heavy

Bursting with showers of despair?

Do you struggle under more than you can carry?

Has life given more than you can bear?


Then would you like to trade your failures in for victories,

Like piles of ashes in for piles of gold?

And can you fall down like a child who is helpless

So He can pick you up and make you whole?


He says, "Come unto Me all who are weary,

And I will give you rest ~

Bring what hurts, bring your scars

Bring the load that you carry

And I will give you..."

la la la la la la

la la la la la la

la la la la la la la la

la la la la la la

la la la la la la

la la la la la la la la


"Come---

All who are weary

And I will give you rest"

Bring what hurts

Bring your scars

Bring the load that you carry

And I will give you


Come---

All who are weary

Come---

All who are weary

(He'll bring Heaven on earth)


Come---

(Come)

All who are weary

(If you're feeling tired)


Come---

(He says, "Come!")

All who are weary

(All... you'll be feeling kinda good)



Come---

(He wants you)

All who are weary

(If the skies above your head are blue)



Come---

(If they're bursting with despair)

All who are weary



(He says)


"Come!"










http://youtu.be/ObyOYaGwv7g

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Monday's Mourning Ministry - My Heart is Broken / Storm ~Lifehouse





Monday's Mourning Ministry


My Heart is Broken


~


Storm


~Lifehouse









My Heart is Broken




My heart is broken...

A tender token

Of my love for you.


Love breaks hearts open,

As God has spoken,

"Come, suffer for Me."


So, as I suffer ~

This grieving mother ~

God's love breaks open

On this mother broken...


Tender words spoken,

Deep hurt evoking,

Like His at Calvary...


His Father-heart broken~

Love suffered...for you and me...


I take up my cross

To follow Thee:

Broken, poured out for Thee,

Dying, I'll live for Thee!





*****







Storm


~Lifehouse



How long have I

Been in this storm

So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form

Water's getting harder to tread

With these waves crashing over my head


If I could just see you

Everything would be alright

If I'd see you this darkness

Would turn to light


And I will walk on water

And you will catch me if I fall

And I will get lost into your eyes

I know everything will be alright

I know everything IS alright


I know you didn't

Bring me out here to drown

So why am I ten feet under and upside down

Barely surviving has become my purpose

'Cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface


If I could just see you

Everything would be alright

If I see you this darkness would turn to light


And I will walk on water

And you will catch me if I fall

And I will get lost into your eyes

I know everything will be alright


And I will walk on water

And you will catch me if I fall

And I will get lost into your eyes

I know everything will be alright

I know everything IS alright

Everything's alright ~ yeah


Everything's alright.





*****




(Jesus speaking) - "I will show (Paul) how much he must suffer for My name."


~Acts 9:16




(Paul later speaking to fellow-believers in a city called Philippi) -


For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe on Him, but also to suffer for Him, since you are going through the same struggle you saw I had, and now hear that I still have.


~Philippians 1:29-30













Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5XDx40_Gb8

Poem - My Heart is Broken - Angie Bennett Prince - 12/12/10


Friday, December 3, 2010

Friday's Faith - Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me An Alien?







Friday's Faith


Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me An Alien?



After going through a Thanksgiving of peace as it was designed around our child-loss grieving needs, not around the expectations of others, my heart is nurtured, and for that I'm so thankful! But there is a heightened awareness of how much I do not "fit in" to the world around me.


One family member took it upon her naughty self to write a rebuking email, heavy-laden with guilt, manipulation and sentimentalism. As if I didn't already have enough of a load on my troubled heart, you felt the need to pile on to a heart-broken bereaved mother?!


Such message from a person one otherwise would expect to be kind, compassionate, and caring adds to the disillusionment of this griever. It also underlines, accentuates, and aggravates the new realizations of how "odd" I am, of how I don't "fit in," of how I feel like I have been dropped onto a foreign planet where no previously-known earthly citizen understands, nor can communicate with this grieving alien.


It is a harrowing experience, like I am living in an Alfred Hitchcock unsolvable mystery --trapped on a planet where no one speaks my language, and expects behaviors from me that I can no longer produce to accommodate the canned-holiday-expectations of decorum. And such unconformity is treated as being right up there with the "unpardonable sins" such as blasphemy against the Holy Spirit, as family-get-togethers on man-made holidays are treated as holy as God Himself, barring any exceptions to the rule without threats of disbarring, or banishment from the tribe, if not even incurring the wrath of God Himself.


It is not so much the disappointment of the heaviness of Child-Loss Grief itself I grapple with as I am at a fairly peaceful place in Grief, that "It is what it is" - and that I must do what I need to do to cope with it.
But it IS a very heavy load, and others must simply
"Deal with it or you won't be dealing with me!"


It is more that I struggle with this weird sense of isolation from 99% of the earth's population who don't "get it" when it comes to my severe grief and continued broken heart EVEN though I do bask in God's love and comfort!


Many do not seem to think the two of those are compatible: If I have the latter (God's love and comfort), the first (Severe Grief and a Broken Heart) should not exist at all.
...So now, they feel a need to punish me...



So, I do what comes true to my heart, I turn to my Living Lord who has Living words for me and my troubled spirit.



Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me an Alien?


Here, I do not belong: I'm a citizen of Heaven...

Here, I do not fit in ~ the only "fit" I have here is th' one I've thrown...

Here, make me yeast for this world's leaven,

Here, prepare my soul to bow at Your Throne.

Here, Your child-loss griever is an alien!

Here, use Grief to sanctify (me to be) Heaven's citizen!




To which God assures me,


"I will create a City on that Shore:

Sounds of weeping, crying will be no more!

You will be a people blessed by the Lord;

My chosen ones will long enjoy (My) reward.

None will be harmed or destroyed in that City;

Your work (will) not (be) in vain, nor your children doomed t' pity.

Wait on Me, trust that My work will be done

In you, your work, and in your little one.



"Trust in Me in going through this desert,

Rest in me in this long winter's drought,

For soon you will find your sure treasure,

For here, My ways are past finding out!


"Faith is hope's blessed assurance,

The lack of sight's sure certainty.

Here, you must suffer endurance

of temporary misery,

awaiting Grief's alchemy

w'th paradoxical results achieved

accomplished by My mystery!


"Before you call, I will answer,

While you're still speaking, I will hear,

For you, My child, I have ransomed!

To you, I will ever draw near."



My Lord, though here, I may be an alien,

That is what You've called us to be,

For our citizenship IS in Heaven,

For we were designed to live there with Thee!


Give me grace for Grief's journey,

Knowing I walk through it with You,

Should others around me not understand me,

What's that to me if I'm ever accompanied by Thee?!



{based on Isaiah 65, and Hebrews 11}











Picture: http://www.fotosearch.com/BLD007/ca_42_4/

Poem: Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me an Alien? - Angie Bennett Prince - 12/2/10