
Picture, thanks to Daily Scripture e-cards
Quote, from Heartlight's Quotemeal
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

What Is Faith?
It was faith that moved the mountain;
It was faith that filled the sea…
It was a word from God's own mouth
Saying simply, "Let there be…"
It is faith that moves my mountain of grief;
It is faith that fills this empty heart ~
Simple words from God's own mouth,
"My child, you will see…"
What is faith but eyes to see
That which is to come?
Faith shows me my child in Heaven…
Waiting There for me…





Monday's Mourning Ministry
My Little Butterfly
~
I'm Not Alright ~Sanctus Real

My Little Butterfly
Sweet Message from my Daughter in Heaven
My baby girl, you left us five years ago.
It's been a dark, cold world since you left.
Our hearts are broken since you had to go;
We try to "live," but our lives are bereft.
… How hard it was to put you in the ground;
Daddy cried, not wanting you to be alone,
So, next to his mother, a plot he found,
So we keep you close, though we know you're gone.
"Mommy, sweet Mommy, I'm Here; can't you see?
God wouldn't leave me in the cold, dark ground!
My Abba Daddy resurrected me,
Saying, 'You once were lost, but now you're found!'
"I'm not so different than the butterfly,
Who had to go deep into her cocoon,
To resurrect so she could start to fly,
But now she can fly higher than the moon!
"Maybe too, your 'darkness' is like a tomb
That sucks away your life as you're grieving me,
But perhaps it can also be a womb
That restores your life to fly more like me...!
"Spread your wings Mommy; see if you can fly ~
God enters into us who're lost without Him;
Living or dying, we're restored new life
Till we shine more beautif'ly, like the cut gem!
"I'll be here waiting for Daddy and you,
But 'til God is ready, let Him fly through you ~
He is in the Resurrection business;
You'll fly like me, as God is my witness!
"Allow yourself the darkness of your grief,
You'll need to go under to get your wings….
But then, like the butterfly, you'll find relief;
You'll sail like the wind that the Darkest Storm brings!
"Keep your eyes on God; He shines through the Dark;
You'll soon fly out too, singing with the lark!"
*****
If we live, we live to the Lord;
and if we die, we die to the Lord.
So, whether we live or die,
we belong to the Lord.
~Romans 14:8 (NIV)
He is not the God of the dead,
but of the living,
for to Him
all are alive.
~Luke 20:38
I'm Not Alright
Sanctus Real
If weakness is a wound
that no one wants to speak of
then "cool" is just how far we have to fall
and I am not immune
I only want to be loved
But I feel safe behind the fire wall
Can I lose my need to impress?
If You want the truth,
I need to confess
I'm not alright, I'm broken inside,
broken inside
And all I go through,
it leads me to You,
it leads me to You.
Burn away the pride
Bring me to my weakness
"Til everything I hide behind is gone
And when I'm open wide
with nothing left to cling to,
Only you are there to lead me on
Cause honestly, I'm not that strong.
I'm not alright, I'm broken inside,
broken inside
And all I go through,
it leads me to You,
it leads me to You
Closer to You
Closer to You
Closer to You
I'm not alright, I'm broken inside,
broken inside
Broken inside, broken inside
And all I go through leads me to You,
leads me to You
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
That's why I need You


Tuesday's Trust
Can We Trust Ourselves Amidst Child-Loss Grief?

The Walking Wounded of Grief's Guerilla Warfare
(A note to God and to my child)
I cannot seem to trust myself;
(Should You put me on a shelf?)
My Heart is now a war zone,
Insisting being on the throne,
For if I make a plan today,
Emotional Bombs have their say.
If my Mind won't stop and listen,
My Body plays out Heart's mission,
Stopping me dead in my tracks
With sudden guerilla attacks.
And yet, why should I be surprised?
Since you died, Tear gas fills my skies.
Why are people surprised
At my implosion?
When you died, I survived
A nuclear explosion...

"Yeah, we'll go to that funeral."
What were we thinking?

"Yeah, we can go around our family."
We have gone back and forth on that decision. Our bodies have not yet been able to do that. Well, we tried it once and were greatly burned...

"Yeah, I can make it down the hall without turning on any lights."
Problem is, I turned one door too soon and felt myself flying down our basement stairs, four broken bones later...

We are not the same as we were.
And we don't even know who we are.
Nor do we even know what we are capable of doing now.
Our hearts, minds, souls, bodies, and spirits are all on overload. PTSD often has a hay-day, taking on a life of its own within our bodies. Our rock-solid relationship has been challenged, shaken-up, tried, in ways we would have never thought possible.

Who are we now? And who will we become?

*****
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
~Psalm 51:8
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.
~Psalm 51:17
But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God's unfailing love for ever and ever.
~Psalm 52:8
Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me.

Picture - Thanks to FotoSearch
Poem - The Walking Wounded of Grief's Guerilla Warfare - Angie Bennett Prince - 5/16/11

Monday's Mourning Ministry
Heartsick on Mother's Day
~
Light Up the Sky
~The Afters
Heartsick on Mother's Day
Something on my heart does prey
Even in my joyful day
Celebrating happily
Watching my son in his play...
Someone leans over: "Is your son...
your only one?"
I hear me say,
"No! That's his brother down th' way,
And...my daughter was killed
four years ago,"
it spilled....
Spirit plummeting to the ground,
E'en with all these people 'round...
Heartsick on Mother's Day
Enjoying my son in his play,
Laughing with my other son,
Thankful to be with my children,
All while grieving my little one...
Heartsick on Mother's Day;
Guess it'll always be this way...
Till God and she come back one Day...
And God wipes all our tears away,
I'll be...
Heartsick on Mother's Day.
Light Up the Sky
~The Afters
When I’m feeling all alone and so far to go
The signs are nowhere on this road, guiding me home
When the night is closing in
It’s falling on my skin
Oh God will You come close
Light, light, light up the sky
Light up the sky to show me You are with me
I, I, I can’t deny
No I can’t deny that You are right here with me
You’ve opened my eyes
So I can see You all around me
Light, light, light up the sky
Light up the sky to show me
That You are with me
When stars are hiding in the clouds
I don’t feel them shining
When I can’t see beyond my doubt
The silver lining
When I’ve almost reached the end
Like a flood You’re rushing in
Love is rushing in
Light, light, light up the sky
Light up the sky to show me You are with me
I, I, I can’t deny
No I can’t deny that You are right here with me
You’ve opened my eyes so I can see You all around me
Light, light, light up the sky
Light up the sky to show me...
That You are with me
So I run straight into Your arms
You’re the bright and morning Sun
To show Your love, there’s nothing You won’t do
Light, light, light up the sky
You light up the sky to show me You are with me
I, I, I can’t deny
No I can’t deny that You are right here with me
You’ve opened my eyes so I can see You all around me
Light, light, light up the sky
Light up the sky to show me...
That You are with me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
That You are with me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
That You are with me
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Poem - Heartsick on Mother's Day - Angie Bennett Prince - 5/8/2011, Mother's Day
Video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LQH6UDi15s&feature=related