
Picture, thanks to blog: "Stuff Christians Like" by Jon Acuff
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



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Gone, but Not Forgotten
The tender thoughts you left me
Come to my memory
Your loving smile, so precious
Will always be with me.
You visit me in summer
When flowers are in bloom
Upon a ray of sunshine
A star-lit night in June.
When winds are gently blowing
Across a cloudless sky
Within a rolling meadow
Where horse and cattle lie.
I see you in the treetops
As summer comes to be
In shadows, you do linger
A soul so young and free.
I see you in the garden
Your scent does fill the air
Just like a precious flower
A rose, so ever fair.
On country roads, I find you
Along the wooded lane
Within the distant thunder
I see you in the rain.
In early hush of morning
You come without a sound
Upon a blazing sunset
Your memory can be found.
Like sprigs of morning glory
Upon the vine, they grow
With branches reaching outward
Into my heart, you go.
Just like a special angel
God wrapped you in His care
And took you off to heaven
To live with Him, up there.
But often, I still see you
Upon a light blue sky
And long so much to hold you
Why did you have to die?
Author/Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson ©2007
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Friday's Faith
In the Holidays ~
Not Getting Tripped Up by Illusions...
Not getting caught up in the "illusions," or the magical thinking of this season we're in, not getting caught up in this illusion around the pressure to "play family" on that one day no matter what is going on with any one individual, was a risk for us that we felt we had to take for our own sanity over this past Christmas holiday. We were just being true to who we are, and where we are, being authentic to where we are in our emotions, that God then moved and touched us in such a way that we didn't anticipate, a beautiful connectedness to one another that couldn't be planned, contrived, or controlled, it had to just "be" in the authenticity of the moment.
Faith is the evidence of things not seen, the assurance of things hoped for. Faith moved mountains for us when our frailty amidst grief felt it could move nothing. God came through delivering moments of love, nurture, and respect among members of our grieving family. If we had demanded He deliver it in a certain time with no human foibles to bear, we all would have been set up for disaster. But when we have grace and mercy toward our selves, and toward one another, love comes shining through in the most unexpected ways.