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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
Tuesday's Trust
No Scar?
~Amy Carmichael
Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierc-ed are the feet that follow me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?
~Amy Carmichael
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"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of My hands;
your walls are ever before Me."
~Psalm 49:15-16 NIV
"For to you it has been granted on behalf of Christ,
not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake."
~Philippians 1:29
Wednesday's Woe
Heart Scars
~by Tommy Prince
"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real, the events that cause them can never be forgotten."
~Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Scars are a powerful reminder we have a past. We have an emotional scar, an ever present reminder:
SHE IS NOT HERE
is accentuated every holiday,
every birthday,
every wedding,
every family get-together.
Holidays are brutal. So-called "holidays" are now worse than normal days.
I cannot take another special event without her. It is NOT special. Our baby is not here with us to enjoy it, to enjoy life.
A part of us is always dying, and those events are just reminders that our dream world, our incubator of love and sweetness and all that is sacred, was smashed to pieces in our faces.
Then add to it TOXICITY of family...
"Friends, like fish, start stinking after 3 days."
Family (when steeped in toxicity), like rotten fish, starts stinking after 3 seconds.
There Are Just Some Things We Cannot Do Any More...
I was planning to go to a family event recently.
In actuality, it was a d**n freak show. (Let's just say someone hired a body-guard for the event if that tells you anything...)
"We can do this 'for one of the kids,'" I was telling myself...
Then it hit me:
No, We Can't.
We Are Rendered As Helpless As Little Children Ourselves.
And If We Don't Protect Ourselves, I ask myself, Who Will?!
It's time now to be a good-enough parent to ourselves...
In a medical Intensive Care Unit, all possible germs are exterminated for safety purposes.
So too, in an "Emotional Intensive Care Unit,"
(that each of us in Child-Loss Grief needs to create for ourselves in our homes and in our communities that we may grieve in a healthy way),
All Possible Toxicity Must Be Eradicated...