every day as if nothing had yet been done.

Quote ― C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer
Video: http://youtu.be/Wddc8UzNiG8
Welcome! I am Angie B. Prince, child of God, wife of Tommy, mother of 3, Grief and Trauma Life Coach, Psychotherapist, and Mother Grieving. On 8/2/2006, our precious 19-yr-old daughter Merry Katherine was killed along w/ 2 other teens via vehicular manslaughter. Here I share as we agonizingly process our grief and trauma. Email: MotherGrieving(at)gmail(dot)com. Coaching (Tommy or Angie): Call 865-548-4four3four / Counseling (Angie in TN) 865-604-9nine9two. I pray God will minister to you here.
Blessed Christmas! Spending Christmas without Merry There are no halls decked with holly There are no peop...
He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart.
Isaiah 40:11b
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me.
"He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne. He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”
'I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father but by Me.'"
Friday's Faith
The Prints You Left Behind...
Baby, what folks don't know
Is you left your prints on us
Before you ever did go,
Prints that reach deeper than skin,
Down into the heart, and down into the soul.
Your love, Your laughter burrows in,
Your gentle spirit, the wisdom of a friend,
Your kindness buried deep, now leaves a gaping hole.
Our hearts are split wide open
Now that you are gone...
And yet the Sprit's spoken ~
You're not gone; you're just not home!
We must learn new ways to commune
Just like the Son did with His Father
To keep their hearts in tune,
To let their love still flow like water.
Thank you that you touched me in such a deep way.
May we practice communing one with another
That our hearts may flow together in a new way
Until we're joined together again on that Final Day
When God reunites a precious daughter with her mother.
Until that time, your prints reach so deep;
My love for you just grows and grows, tall as the mountain steep.
Your spirit reaches in, touches my body, soul, spirit, and mind,
Picking up where we left off, with the prints you left behind...
Picture - thanks to Lessons Learned in Life's Photos
Poem - The Prints You Left Behind - Angie Bennett Prince - 11/17/2011
Friday's Faith
Till Our Faith Becomes Sight…
My brother sent your pictures in the mail;
They pierced through my heart, sharp as a nail.
(Why couldn't you hear us that fatal day?
You made your decision; you had your say.)
Now we're left without you, our world's not right;
Ev'rybody else here, you're not in sight.
We thought we had grieved and grieved and grieved, yet
We see your picture; grief's bad as it can get.
Our hearts are broken; our world is just crushed.
Lord, touch our hearts with Your gentle sweet hush;
We don't receive all our promises here,
But one day we'll see our loved one so dear.
She is with You; she's okay; she's alright.
Just because we can't see her in our sight
Does not mean You have not crushed death's vile blight.
You died so that our faith will become sight:
When we reach the shore where there's no more night,
We'll see our baby ~ a beautiful sight;
We'll be together; our world will be right!
We'll live in the warmth of Your love, Your light.
Guard our hearts now while we live death's dark night,
Encourage us while we finish our fight.
You comfort and caress amidst our plight,
For You've lived the loss of Your Son, Your Delight…
Please keep us close, held in Your arms so tight;
Draw near through Death's Darkness, till our faith becomes sight!
Monday's Mourning Ministry
You Wouldn't Cry for Me
~Mandisa
All you saw was pain, all you saw was rain
But you should see me now
Moments filled with tears, lasted all those years
Disappeared somehow
You never said goodbye
On your knees you cry
You're still asking why
But blue has never been bluer, true has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet there's a song in the breeze
A million voices in praise
A rose has never smelled redder, the sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say, if you could look at my face
If you could just see this place you wouldn't cry for me today
What you think you see, isn't really me
I'm already home
You've got to lay it down 'cause Jesus holds me now
And I am not alone
Your faith is wearing thin
But I am watching Him
And He is holding you too
And blue has never been bluer, true has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet there's a song in the breeze
A million voices in praise
A rose has never smelled redder, the sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say, if you could look at my face
If you could just see this place you wouldn't cry for me today
You wouldn't cry for me today
What may seem like years will just be a moment
Oh, the day will come when I'll show you where you're going
I can't wait to show you
And blue has never been bluer, true has never been truer
Honey never tasted so sweet there's a song in the breeze
A million voices in praise
A rose has never smelled redder, the sun has never been brighter
If I could find the right words to say, if you could look at my face
If you could just see this place you wouldn't cry for me today
You wouldn't cry for me today
You wouldn't cry for me today
You wouldn't cry for me today
You wouldn't cry for me to day
*****
He heals the broken hearted and bandages their wounds.
~Psalm 147: 3
Lord, I claim this promise for all those with broken pieces and pain right now. Bandage those wounds that can only be healed by the touch of your hand. Amen.
~Prayer from another Grieving Mother this week
http://youtu.be/PSVKnC7tmDg
Friday's Faith
If We Ask God...?
As I began reading the scripture today that goes with the content of a devotional I was reading,
I cried...
This is the assurance we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us -- whatever we ask -- we know that we have what we asked of Him.
~I John 5:14-15
My heart cried out,
"But Lord, we asked for her safety amidst her trials and temptations. We trusted, we believed, and we stood fast on Your promises. Yet she was killed!"
In child-loss, many of us have such questions in which our faith is sorely tried. Sometimes our questions arise from the areas in which we inadvertently have allowed ourselves to be spoon-fed (or worse, allowed ourselves to have our ears tickled with what we wanted to hear) versus solid-food-fed.
After my tears, God showed me this devotional by Amy Carmichael in Edges of His Ways, starting with this scripture:
"I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the powers of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you."
~Luke 10:19
In this particular devotional, Carmichael remonstrates:
"Our Lord Jesus said this to the 70; and yet we know that all down the ages His servants have been hurt in a 1000 ways. So the words must mean, and we know they do mean, something that goes far deeper than bodily hurt, deeper even than disappointment -- that hardest hurt the mind can be asked to bear.
"It must mean that our spirits shall tread on serpents and scorpions, and have power over all the enemy. Nothing shall be allowed to sting our spirit, to poison it, or paralyze it. It is one of the magnificent promises of the Bible.
"We cannot take it too literally. There is no need to be overcome, whatever happens."
Then Carmichael ended her devotional with a scripture (of which I will use a newer translation):
"March on, my soul; be strong!"
~Judges 5:21
*****
This devotional reminded me of how God ensured my precious child's spirit would not be "poisoned" nor "paralyzed" as Amy Carmichael relates above by ensuring that she had the opportunity to return to Him before she was killed two days later:
One of the sweetest "gifts" I received "from" Merry Katherine after her death was a sign of the sure evidence that after our very soul-oriented talk with her on July 31, 2006 (two days before she was killed) her sweet heart and soul returned to the Lord. On 7/31, she had recorded a C.D. on our computer here at home in order to take it with her on her trip -- we discovered evidence on our computer of what she had recorded some time after her death. -- This first recording that she made had included, in essence, rebellious songs oriented around acting out with alcohol...
Later that same night, we had a soulful talk with her, painstakingly addressing her misconceptions about our disciplining of her... Two days later, on August 2, 2006 (before she went on her ill-fated trip in which she and two other teens would be killed later that evening), she came back by our house to gather some things for her trip. On that same day, Wednesday, August 2, 2006 (we found out months later), she had recorded a different C.D. -- one with some of the powerful Christian songs her older brother Rollin had given her at a spiritual turning point in her life that held great meaning for her soul. What a contrast in selection of music! What precious evidence left behind of her heart and soul softened toward her loving God!
God indeed allowed nothing to violate her soul's sure standing with Him!