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Wednesday's Woe - Compassion?

Friday, December 3, 2010
Friday's Faith - Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me An Alien?

Friday's Faith
Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me An Alien?
After going through a Thanksgiving of peace as it was designed around our child-loss grieving needs, not around the expectations of others, my heart is nurtured, and for that I'm so thankful! But there is a heightened awareness of how much I do not "fit in" to the world around me.
One family member took it upon her naughty self to write a rebuking email, heavy-laden with guilt, manipulation and sentimentalism. As if I didn't already have enough of a load on my troubled heart, you felt the need to pile on to a heart-broken bereaved mother?!
Such message from a person one otherwise would expect to be kind, compassionate, and caring adds to the disillusionment of this griever. It also underlines, accentuates, and aggravates the new realizations of how "odd" I am, of how I don't "fit in," of how I feel like I have been dropped onto a foreign planet where no previously-known earthly citizen understands, nor can communicate with this grieving alien.
It is a harrowing experience, like I am living in an Alfred Hitchcock unsolvable mystery --trapped on a planet where no one speaks my language, and expects behaviors from me that I can no longer produce to accommodate the canned-holiday-expectations of decorum. And such unconformity is treated as being right up there with the "unpardonable sins" such as blasphemy against the Holy Spirit, as family-get-togethers on man-made holidays are treated as holy as God Himself, barring any exceptions to the rule without threats of disbarring, or banishment from the tribe, if not even incurring the wrath of God Himself.
It is not so much the disappointment of the heaviness of Child-Loss Grief itself I grapple with as I am at a fairly peaceful place in Grief, that "It is what it is" - and that I must do what I need to do to cope with it.
But it IS a very heavy load, and others must simply
"Deal with it or you won't be dealing with me!"
It is more that I struggle with this weird sense of isolation from 99% of the earth's population who don't "get it" when it comes to my severe grief and continued broken heart EVEN though I do bask in God's love and comfort!
Many do not seem to think the two of those are compatible: If I have the latter (God's love and comfort), the first (Severe Grief and a Broken Heart) should not exist at all.
...So now, they feel a need to punish me...
So, I do what comes true to my heart, I turn to my Living Lord who has Living words for me and my troubled spirit.
Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me an Alien?
Here, I do not belong: I'm a citizen of Heaven...
Here, I do not fit in ~ the only "fit" I have here is th' one I've thrown...
Here, make me yeast for this world's leaven,
Here, prepare my soul to bow at Your Throne.
Here, Your child-loss griever is an alien!
Here, use Grief to sanctify (me to be) Heaven's citizen!
To which God assures me,
"I will create a City on that Shore:
Sounds of weeping, crying will be no more!
You will be a people blessed by the Lord;
My chosen ones will long enjoy (My) reward.
None will be harmed or destroyed in that City;
Your work (will) not (be) in vain, nor your children doomed t' pity.
Wait on Me, trust that My work will be done
In you, your work, and in your little one.
"Trust in Me in going through this desert,
Rest in me in this long winter's drought,
For soon you will find your sure treasure,
For here, My ways are past finding out!
"Faith is hope's blessed assurance,
The lack of sight's sure certainty.
Here, you must suffer endurance
of temporary misery,
awaiting Grief's alchemy
w'th paradoxical results achieved
accomplished by My mystery!
"Before you call, I will answer,
While you're still speaking, I will hear,
For you, My child, I have ransomed!
To you, I will ever draw near."
My Lord, though here, I may be an alien,
That is what You've called us to be,
For our citizenship IS in Heaven,
For we were designed to live there with Thee!
Give me grace for Grief's journey,
Knowing I walk through it with You,
Should others around me not understand me,
What's that to me if I'm ever accompanied by Thee?!
{based on Isaiah 65, and Hebrews 11}

Picture: http://www.fotosearch.com/BLD007/ca_42_4/
Poem: Does Child-Loss Grief Make Me an Alien? - Angie Bennett Prince - 12/2/10
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday's Faith - Father's Day or Torture Day??? ~by Tommy Prince

Why do we have Father's Day?
Evidently, the origin of it was that we were shamed into it...how can we have a Mother's Day without having a Father's Day...
"The first observance of Father's Day is believed to have been held on June 19, 1910 through the efforts of Sonora Smart Dodd of Spokane, Washington. After listening to a church sermon at Spokane's Central Methodist Episcopal Church in 1909 about the newly recognized Mother's Day, Dodd felt strongly that fatherhood needed recognition, as well.
"It took many years to make the holiday official. In spite of support from the YWCA, the YMCA, and churches, Father's Day ran the risk of disappearing from the calendar. Where Mother's Day was met with enthusiasm, Father's Day was often met with laughter. The holiday was gathering attention slowly, but for the wrong reasons. It was the target of much satire, parody and derision, including jokes from the local newspaper Spokesman-Review. Many people saw it as the first step in filling the calendar with mindless promotions.
"A bill to accord national recognition of the holiday was introduced in Congress in 1913. In 1916, President Woodrow Wilson went to Spokane to speak in a Father's Day celebration and wanted to make it official, but Congress resisted, fearing that it would become commercialized..."
~Wikipedia
Fathers Day. Four years into my grief, it is still too dangerous to set aside a day like that. Just look at birthdays and Christmas (usually wonderful family events) - Now it is
"Look at what you DON'T have!"
overwhelms me to the point that I cannot focus on
"Look at what you DO have!"
Father's Day, or Torture Day? For me right now, this early into my grief, it feels more like Torture Day, or
"Look at What You CAN'T Have" Day...
Intellectually, I can rationalize I am grateful for the two sons I have, which I certainly am!
But the emotional devastation wins out over any rational negotiations I can have with myself...EVERY TIME.
So, I'm tempted to do like we did for birthdays and Christmas over this past year... not even to have the holiday at all in order to minimize the turmoil. After all, this is a man-made holiday...politically correct: "If we're gonna recognize mothers, we've gotta recognize fathers."
But again, it's look what you don't have that overwhelms me -
Look who's NOT here.
There are also painful triggers of this particular time of the summer with her before she was taken in August that complicate this time of the year. An added reason not to celebrate... (see Angie's post on Monday of this week, "The Subconscious Remembers...").
So, like Bart Simpson says, I try and try to tell myself,
I will not ruin Father's Day.
I will not ruin Father's Day.
I will not ruin Father's Day...
but wait a minute, isn't this supposed to be Father's Day...can't the father say, "This is really what I need..." Only things with meaning. And the meaning of Father's Day for me is totally different from what it used to be...
As Dr. Lynda Boucugnani-Whitehead, (Psychologist and Grieving Mother) said in describing us Child-Loss Parents in our Grief (see yesterday's post),
"You are less afraid of change, you are less tolerant of ... doing things that don't have meaning for you anymore and you put your energy toward the things that are truly meaningful in this world."
For Father's Day, I would change that quote just a bit, to say
I am less tolerant of doing things that NOW don't have THE SAME meaning for me anymore...so I want our family to put our energy toward the things that are truly meaningful in this world...NOT what MAN says SHOULD BE meaningful!
Now, if I can just figure out what that is...
http://www.magickalgraphics.com/fathers-day-comments6.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father's_Day
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wednesday’s Woe - Holidays…or Hell-A-Days?

Wednesday’s Woe
Holidays…or Hell-A-Days?

Is the loss of our child our Garden of Gethsemane where Satan comes to attack us at the point of our deepest vulnerability?
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…Take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the Evil One.
~Ephesians 6:16 NIV
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The Heavy Presence of Your Absence
transmutes
Holidays-Where-Families-Thrive
into
Hell/A/Days-to-Just-Survive
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“Be still…”
12/24/09
Two solid weeks of spiritual attacks,
anxiety attacks, then mind attacks
leave me exhausted in these holidays...
Holding onto God—in that I'm not lax—
just battling Satan and his horrid ways.
Baby step by baby step, exercise
and sleep. Eat well. Take vitamins. Breathe in
God; breathe out toxins. Get sunshine. Be wise.
Write feelings. Talk to God. His Word, weave in.
Cancel holidays. Take care of spirit.
Minimize any toxins coming in…
“God, hold me close; soothe fear in my spirit.
Cleanse me of known or any unknown sin.
Bind Satan in Jesus’ name.”
Meditate.
“Holy Spirit, Comforter, navigate
my grief, my path, my life into Your will.
Center my spirit in You.”
…Then,
“Be still,
And know that I am God and that I’ll heal.”
“Today is Christmas Eve—Come Lord: Peace…be still.
Here’s my heart; for Your kingdom, take…and seal.”
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The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan;
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her,
Can human nature not survive
Without a listener?
Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be.
The only secret people keep
Is Immortality.
~Emily Dickenson
It’s such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!
~Emily Dickenson
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Last of all I want to remind you that
your strength must come from the Lord’s mighty power within you.
Put on all of God’s armor (truth, God’s approval, testimony of God’s work within you, faith
For we are not fighting against people made of flesh and blood, but against persons without bodies—the evil rulers of the unseen world, those mighty satanic beings and great evil princes of darkness who rule this world; and against huge numbers of wicked spirits in the spirit world.
So use every piece of God’s armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over you will be standing up.
~Ephesians 6:10-13 TLB (insert, mine)

TLB = The Living Bible
Poem – Holidays into Hell/A/Days – Angie Bennett Prince – 11/21/09
Poem – “Be Still…” – Angie Bennett Prince – 12/24/09




















