Friday's Faith - God's Special Earthly Angel

Friday's Faith

God's Special Earthly Angel

A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

"Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

~ISAIH 49:14-16

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

"You will simply call her, 'Mom.'''

~~~

... And should that earthly persona be anything but an angel, may our LORD cradle you...

10"For my father and my mother have forsaken me, But the LORD will take me up." 

~Psalm 27:10

15"Can a woman forget her nursing child And have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.16"Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; Your walls are continually before Me..."

~Isaiah 49:14-16

Poem previously posted in June, 2012:

http://mothergrievinglossofchild.blogspot.com/2012/06/saturdays-sayings-surviving-child-loss.html

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Till the Storm Passes By ~Ben Speer

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Till the Storm Passes By

~Ben Speer

Till the Storm Passes By

~Ben Speer

In the dark of the midnight

Have I oft hid my face

While the storm howls above me ~

Then there's no hiding place

Hear the crash of the thunder

Precious Lord, hear my cry

Keep me safe till the storm passes by

Till the storm passes over

Till the thunder sounds no more

Till the clouds roll forever from the sky

Hold me fast; 

Let me stand

In the hollow of Thy hand

Keep me safe till the storm passes by

Many times Satan tells me

There is no need to try

For there's no end of sorrow

There's no hope by and by

But I know Thou art with me

And tomorrow I'll rise

Where the storms never darken the skies

Till the storm passes over

Till the thunder sounds no more

Till the clouds roll forever from the sky

Hold me fast; 

Let me stand

In the hollow of Thy hand

Keep me safe till the storm passes by

Keep me safe till the storm passes by

http://youtu.be/21VW741urFY

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Going Home

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Going Home

Going Home

Tanya Goodman Sykes

and

Bill and Gloria Gaither

Many times in my childhood when we'd traveled so far,

By nightfall how weary I'd grow;

Father's arms would slip 'round me,

So gently he'd say,

"My child, we're going home."

Going Home, I'm going Home,

There's nothing to hold me here;

I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly Land,

Praise God, I'm going Home.

Now the twilight is fading and the day soon shall end;

I get homesick the farther I roam;

But my Father has led me each step of the way,

And now He'll lead me Home.

Going Home, I'm going Home,

There's nothing to hold me here;

I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly Land,

Praise God, I'm going Home.

picture: Thank you to Lilly Ann: http://twitpic.com/165tqc

song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8e-wnp_icU&feature=related

Christmas Prayer

O Lord, how hard it is to accept your way. You come to me as a small, powerless child born away from home. You live for me as a stranger in your own land. You die for me as a criminal outside the walls of the city, rejected by your own people, misunderstood by your friends, and feeling abandoned by your God.

As I prepare to celebrate your birth, I am trying to feel loved, accepted, and at home in this world,

and I am trying to overcome the feelings of alienation and separation which continue to assail me.

But I wonder now if my deep sense of homelessness does not bring me closer to you than my occasional feelings of belonging.

Where do I truly celebrate your birth: in a cozy home or in an unfamiliar house, among welcoming friends or among unknown strangers, with feelings of well-being or with feelings of loneliness?

I do not have to run away from those experiences that are closest to yours.

Just as you do not belong to this world, so I do not belong to this world.

Every time I feel this way I have an occasion to be grateful and to embrace you better and taste more fully your joy and peace.

Come, Lord Jesus, and be with me where I feel poorest.

I trust that this is the place where you will find your manger and bring your light.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Amen.

May you and your family have a blessed Christmas, comforted in His ever-loving arms,

Prayer ~Henri Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak