Wednesday's Woe - "We're Collapsing Here!"

Wednesday's Woe

"We're Collapsing Here!"

"We're collapsing here!"

so the golfer said.

His was only a game of golf,

(For him--- no Master's coat received.)

(For us? Our child is dead!  

The worst a parent can conceive….)

"We're collapsing here!"

Yet, the Truth is what sets free.

My collapsing here…?

Is such suffering my Master's call for me?

"We're collapsing here!"

Such state taints all we do!

Yet…it seems that into such suffering,

our God calls all His saints…

"We're collapsing here!"

To die to self feels like sure defeat,

(But only in God's purview…

what we define as loss,

our God defines as gain!)

Drop the encumbrance of this world~

Our loss becomes God's gain!

"We're collapsing here…"

What if That is our true call?

We suffer the world's worst loss,

Yet, our child receives God's all!

"We're collapsing here,"

A golfer's response to a game

Yet in the true Game of Life

Our loss becomes God's gain...

Meaning is restored:

Lord, help me collapse in You again…

Poem - "We're Collapsing Here!" - Angie Bennett Prince - April 11, 2016

(the day after golf champion Jordan Stied lost the Masters' Tournament…)

Tuesday's Trust ~ Tender Blues

Tuesday's Trust

Tender Blues

   

Out of the depths of the blue, blue grief

Rises my lovely baby girl,

Seeing her smile brings sweet relief

Lifting my burden-filled world.

How to compute the happiness There

And commute it down to this earth?

How to not fixate on her death

Rather, to celebrate her birth?

Out of the depths of the blue, blue grief

Where her loss has become my cross,

How do I stand against the devilish thief

With his crushing albatross?

How do I live amidst death's curse

Though my Lord conquered hers with His,

Yet the view from this earth still glowers worse

When my grief and my sorrow hits.

I cry out my grief in my Savior's arms

He receives me with His tenderness

My passionate feelings rouse no alarms

That His abounding Love would need to redress.

My Savior Himself knows all grief feels grim

So He holds me close to His heart

After all, the Love for my child was giv'n by Him

So tenderly right from the start.

His love toward me, so kind, so sweet

Amidst such deep pain in this mommy's heart

Serves as a catalyst as I weep

To soothe the wounds as I fall apart.

Out of the depths of my blue, blue grief,

My Savior faithfully comes to bring me relief.

Our tears borne from love are no threat to our LORD

He blesses them with comfort, His Love's reward.

He healeth the broken in heart,

and bindeth up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3

Poem ~ Tender Blues ~ Angie Bennett Prince ~ April 22, 2014

Top picture, lotus: Thanks to

~inspiring art  Kiki Breet  on Pinterest

Bottom picture with Scripture: Thanks to 

~Isabelle Efstathiou, Facebook

International Bereaved Mothers Day - May 5, 2013

International Bereaved Mothers Day

May 5, 2013

I will tell you a story

about a mother...

how her voice trembles

when she speaks his name

how her heart aches

just to hear his voice

how the tears gather in her soul

whenever she wears her mask

and how her love burns bright

with a fire she can't tame

I will tell you a story of my heart

~TeriAnn Sargent

Jarred's mum

~~~

Be aware that this will be a long and difficult journey. . .

Just when things begin to look better, the calendar slaps 

you with another reminder of your loss.

Sometimes the pain will be deeper five years after the loss.

As the Chinese proverb says: "We can't stop the birds from

flying over our heads, but we can stop them from

nesting in our hair."

Don't shut yourself down from the pain.

The feelings you bury will not go away;

They will hide below the surface for years to come,

but sooner or later, they will erupt without warning,

in ways that can affect your physical

and mental health.

Grief itself is not a feeling;

It is a process that can take a lifetime,

a slow journey towards acceptance and peace.

~Wings of Hope

~~~

Do You Need Me?

I Am There . . .

You cannot see Me, yet I am the Light you see by.

You cannot hear Me yet I speak through your voice.

You cannot feel Me, yet I am the power at work in your hands.

I am at work, though you do not understand My ways.

I am at work, though you do not understand My works.

I am not strange visions. I am not mysteries.

Only in absolute stillness, beyond self, can you 

know Me

as I am, and then but as a feeling and a faith.

Yet I am there. Yet I hear. Yet I answer.

When you need Me, I am there.

Even in your fears, I am there.

Even in your pain, I am there.

~Author Unknown

~~~

"Be still and know that I am God! 

I will be honored by every nation. 

I will be honored throughout the world."

~Psalm 46:10

~~~

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 

the Father of mercies 

and God of all comfort; 

who comforts us in all our affliction…

~2 Corinthians 1:3-4

Monday's Mourning Ministry - In the Lowest Valley and Through the Valley ~The Isaacs / Walking Through the Valley Today

Monday's Mourning Ministry

In the Lowest Valley

and

Through the Valley

~The Isaacs

/

Walking Through the Valley Today

~Angie Bennett Prince, 2/27/2012

Walking through the valley today, my heart in the pits,

near despair, surrounded by shattered hopes and dreams,

One loss leads to another and another, or so it seems...

Barely navigating through this horrid valley of the Shadow of Death,

Taking it out on all around me, it seems.

Lord, I only hold on by a thread;

Without Your help, I am left, filled with dread.

Lift my spirits, keep my eyes on You,

Without Your help, Lord, I'll never make it through…

But You promise, though loss looms larger than me,

You have conquered Death;

From all this fear and dread of loss upon loss, I can be free…

Though I am winded, out of breath,

With Your presence, I can say,

"Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,

I will fear no evil…for THOU art with me…"

O Lord, please hover near me…

Ever attend to me, hear your wounded child's plea.

The Lowest Valley

~The Isaacs

Lord, I don't want to do one thing on my own

Put me where You want me Lord, where I belong

And give me the strength, Lord, to do Thy perfect will

So when I'm in the lowest valley, I can climb the highest hill

Lord I want to be what You want me to be

Lord I want to do the things You want me to do

Lord help me stay in the center of Thy will

So when I'm in the lowest valley,

I can climb the highest hill.

This world, it gets more wicked every day

People's hearts have grown so cold,

forgotten how to pray!

But if I live to be a hundred

I'll keep falling to Your hand

Until You come and take me Home

To that Promised Land.

Lord I want to be what You want me to be

Lord I want to do the things You want me to do

Lord, help me stay in the center of Thy will

And when I'm in the lowest valley,

I can climb the highest hill.

And when I'm in the lowest valley,

I can climb the highest hill.

*****

Through the Valley

~The Isaacs

So you're lookin' for a way to quench your thirst

to ease your mind, to cool the burn.

It's hard to face the road you're going down

And you're tempted to turn around.

Don't give up, just put one foot in front of the other

And just keep walkin'

Through the valley

Up the mountain

Toward the river,

Sweet redemption.

It's a measure of strength,

a shadow of grace,

a matter of faith

That'll keep you goin'

Just gotta keep on,

Gotta keep on, keep on movin'

Through the valley

Love is waiting on the other Side

It calls your name

Don't break your stride

Freedom's gonna taste twice as sweet

when you get to where you need to be

Don't lose hope;

Just hold on with all of your heart

And just keep prayin'

Through the valley

Up the mountain

Toward the river,

Sweet redemption

It's a measure of strength,

a shadow of grace,

a matter of faith

that'll keep you goin'

you just gotta keep on, gotta keep on,

keep on movin'

Through the valley, yeah

It's a measure of strength,

a shadow of grace,

a matter of faith

that'll keep you goin'

you just gotta keep on, gotta keep on,

gotta keep on, gotta keep on,

keep on movin'

Through the valley

Through the valley

You just gotta keep on,

gotta keep on, keep on movin'

Through the valley

Through the valley

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Wednesday's Woe Mourning Song: Where Do We Go Now, Sweet child o' mine? ~by Angie Bennett Prince

Wednesday's Woe

Mourning Song:

Where Do We Go Now, Sweet child o' mine?

~by Angie Bennett Prince

inspired after hearing Sheryl Crow's song, "Sweet Child O' Mine"

"Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine,

"Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine?"

Where do we go, child?

Where do we go now?

For no one wants to hear...

But we still miss you anyhow.

Your smile lit up our days

Made life... light up like the sky

Oh to "see" your face

Makes me mourn for those precious days,

And it leaves me wondering why...

"Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine?"

Where do we go child?

Where do we go now?

Where do those... the "mad-at-God," go?

No one wants to hear it anyhow...

"Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine?"

Where do we go child?

Where do we go now?

Where do we, the "hurt-with-God," go...

Crying out every time, as on our knees we bow...?

"Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine?"

Where do we go child?

Where do we go now?

Our lives have stopped

For our hearts e'er pine...

"Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine?

"Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

"Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine?"

Only our God knows,

Save us Lord Divine,

As we ever miss her, this...

Sweet child o' mine...

Sweet love o' mine...

O save us, Lord Divine!

O Lord,

Into Your arms we fly,

O save us till we die!

For ev'ryday feels like we're dying on the vine...

O save us, Lord Divine!

Where do we go?

Into Your arms divine,

As we miss this sweet child o' mine.

Where do we go

But into Your arms

We're a dry branch on the Vine.

O save us Lord, Our Vine.

Picture: Thanks to Grieving Mothers

Poem - Mourning Song: Where Do We Go Now, Sweet child o' mine? - Angie Bennett Prince - 12/5/2011