Showing posts with label Great Cloud of Witnesses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great Cloud of Witnesses. Show all posts

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Friday's Faith - The Prints You Left Behind...





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


Sunday, October 23, 2011

Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Believe ~Diamond Rio




Monday's Mourning Ministry


I Believe


~Diamond Rio




For our children who are God's children who have gone on to Heaven, they have gone from death to Life and are now a part of that Great Cloud of Witnesses talked about in Hebrews 12:1. Yesterday, I stumbled upon this song by a group with whom I was unfamiliar, and was so touched by the message of their song.


It seems when I "commune" with my baby, there are no "blockages." It is as if we truly can commune from spirit to spirit. I did not go out seeking this communion. It is more like it was a gift from my Heavenly Father to help my grief process, for He calls us to live by faith, to "see" without seeing:


At the deepest pit of my grief about four months into my grief, I was experiencing paroxysms of grief, not knowing if I was going to be able to recover from such deep grief when suddenly, I experienced an internal "vision" of my baby girl's face smiling at me, as if to remind me she is not dead, she is alive, and she is right "here" with me!!!


Glimpsing her smile of such peace and well-being that stood as such contrast to my drastic desperation as I "heard" Merry Katherine commune something along the lines of, "It's okay Mommy. I'm Here!" (Here being Heaven, and yet available to me), my grief just seemed to melt into an inner peace that "All is okay. All is really okay!"


Since that occurrence, such an experience has happened many times, each time instantly bringing a renewed peace to by grief-torn soul. This song is about the closest I have come to hearing such a sweet communion described...






I Believe

~Diamond Rio



Every now and then,

soft as breath upon my skin,

I feel you come back again,

And it's like you haven't been

gone a moment from my side,

Like the tears were never cried,

Like the hands of time were holding you and me.


And with all my heart I'm sure,

we're closer than we ever were

I don't have to hear or see,

I've got all the proof I need,


There are more than angels watching over me,

I believe,

Oh I believe.


Now, when you die, your Life goes on

It doesn't end here when you're gone

Every soul is filled with light,

It never ends here, if I'm right

Our love can even reach across eternity

I believe,

Oh I believe



Forever you're a part of me

Forever in the heart of me

I would hold you even longer, if I can

Oh the people who don't see the most,

say that I believe in ghosts

If that makes me crazy, then I am

'Cause I believe,

Oh I believe:


There are more than angels watching over me,

I believe,

Oh I believe.


Every now and then,

soft as breath upon my skin,

I feel you come back again ~


And I believe.



*****



Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.


~Hebrews 12:1










http://youtu.be/5vCjzJTw0ag


Sunday, September 4, 2011

Monday's Mourning Ministry - When I Travel My Last Mile (He'll Hold My Hand) ~Rhonda Vincent







Monday's Mourning Ministry


When I Travel My Last Mile

(He'll Hold My Hand)


~Rhonda Vincent








When I Travel My Last Mile

(He'll Hold My Hand)


~Rhonda Vincent




Some day when I travel my last mile here,

The call will be coming for me;

I'll enter the lifeboat that will be near

To carry me over the sea.


Chorus:


He'll hold------my hand

As over death's river I go;

Then safe-------I'll be

In beautiful heaven I know.



My bark shall sail safely though waves dash high,

For Jesus will be at my side;

He'll still the rough waters when by and by

I'm crossing the river so wide.



He'll hold (my hand)------my hand

(hold to my hand)

As over death's river I go;

Then safe (I'll be)-------I'll be

(safe I shall be)

In beautiful heaven I know.




I'm ready to go to that golden shore

To live there while ages shall roll;

I want to see Jesus and saints of yore

In heaven the home of the soul.



He'll hold (my hand)------my hand

(hold to my hand)

As over death's river I go;

Then safe (I'll be)-------I'll be

(safe I shall be)

In beautiful heaven I know.



Then safe I will be

In beautiful heaven I know!














pictures, thanks to PhotoBucket.com
Video: http://youtu.be/hyXF44V2Anw

Friday, July 15, 2011

Saturday's Sayings - A Love Letter from Heaven






Saturday's Sayings


A Love Letter from Heaven




I have not turned my back on you
So there is no need to cry.
I'm watching you from heaven
Just beyond the morning sky.


I've seen you almost fall apart
When you could barely stand.
I asked an angel to comfort you
And watched her take your hand.


She told me you are in more pain
Than I could ever be.
She wiped her eyes and swallowed hard
Then gave your hand to me.


Although you may not feel my touch
Or see me by your side,
I've whispered that I love you
While I wiped each tear you cried.


So please try not to ache for me
We'll meet again one day.
Beyond the dark and stormy sky
A rainbow lights the way.



~Author Unknown









Poem - shared in one of my Facebook grief groups this week, Grieving Mothers


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Wednesday's Woe - The New Lepers' Colony







Wednesday's Woe


The New Lepers' Colony




I did not go to the baby shower;

What does that make me?

I am changed.

I can small-talk with the best of them

But why?

Why would I now?

Not now, when my child has died.

Small talk is for a social gathering -

My world has stopped;

There's not much social about it.

My world is about dealing with death.

Can death walk into a room with life?

They don't mix very well...

"Me? Oh I spend every day in tears.

Did you hear our good friends'

child was killed? Yes, killed

on the day before Mother's Day.

And how are you doing?"

As my boys tease about their daddy and me,

"Boy, these guys really know how to party..."


Life is different now.

All is serious... but the laughter in between.

People die. People can die.

And yes, Children die.

And child-loss mothers I meet are like me...

The walking dead.

We hover together, mourning our children


Since no one else wants to hear...

They'd rather go to a party;


I've tried the parties,

Really I have,

But the last "get together"

was a disaster.

Petty meanness showed up -

And I? I'm too tender for such,

Piled upon my pain.

Pain upon pain is too much.

So others can party.

They're welcome to.


But we, we want to hear our child's name

In the context of their life,

who they were,

who they are now...

For they're still alive,

in spirit now.

Have you heard of the "Great Cloud of Witnesses"?

It's real you know.


I told my son and daughter-in-law...

I won't be at the parties

But I will be here for my grandbaby~

They're lovingly naming her

After their sister / my baby!


When my baby left, my world stopped

And yet, perhaps it really started...


I only focus on what is real,

what is important, what is deep,

what is soulful,

Much like I do in my counseling practice.

Perhaps the world should see us as

missionaries now, on a different planet...

Missionaries to one another,

Binding our wounds,

Crying out our pain,

Wiping our tears...

The language of the wailing mothers

In the new lepers colony called

Bereaved Parents.

Even Scripture says,

Rachel refused to be comforted

for her children are

no more.

I'm thankful God understands...

He comes alongside,

He grieves,

He comforts,

for

He too lost His Child...



"A voice is heard in Ramah

mourning and great weeping,

Rachel weeping for her

children

And refusing to be

comforted,

because her children are

no more."


~Jeremiah 31:15, NIV




Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.

~Hebrews 12:1, NIV









Paintings ~by Megan Kingery, artist, from her gallery - http://megankingery.homestead.com/gallery2.html

Poem - The New Lepers' Colony - Angie Bennett Prince - 6/14/2011

NIV - New International Version of The Holy Bible