Showing posts with label Sharing Your Grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sharing Your Grief. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2009

Colors for Grieving People




Colors for Grieving People


As you grieve, learn to have discernment in allowing safe people to come close, while protecting yourself from the less safe. Perhaps it would be easier to think of people as “wrapped” in certain colors. It seems people come wrapped in different colored packages in the way they respond to you in the midst of your painful grief. Begin to notice which colors their hearts seem to “wear,” and gauge your openness to them accordingly as you guard your wounded heart from unnecessary added wounds.



Black—Wrapped in black, narcissists who can see only their own world may leave you in a "black hole." Your hurts are an inconvenience to their ever-sucking ego which can never get enough; if you come near enough, they’ll suck the life out of you. You are to be there for their needs as you are expendable and therefore not allowed to be human and not allowed to have needs of your own.



Yellow—People in yellow packaging may look “sunny” but yellow is for caution. They sound sweet, but they cannot deliver. They may act as if they can deliver, but they cannot. They do not have enough depth of soul to be able to walk with you through the ever-threatening shadows of the valley of death.



Red—Those people wrapped in red signal “Stop!” as they are a danger to the soul, ever-ready to lure you into evil to service their own dark soul.



Green—Flowing with green wrapping and ribbons, these sweet souls are influences for your growth; they bring words of healing, words that bring life and comfort.



Blue—As soothing water, people wrapped in blue are as healing to the sore, raw, bleeding, wounded soul which has been assaulted with “life’s obscenities” as rain is soothing to our cracking, hardened, choking, drought-ridden garden soil.



Purple—Possibly ignorant of their effect, folks wrapped in purple may mean well, but their impact on you may be quite potent for bruising your tender soul.



Orange—Like neon signs, these people dressed in orange seem to be shouting with their eyes quickly averted from you when passing by, “Stay Away from Us! We can‘t deal with your pain. And, after all, your Tragedy just Might Be Contagious! Stay Away!”



Pink—Like a pink fuzzy blanket that warms your soul, these people, by their kindness, ever-remind you that as weak, helpless, and useless as you may feel, you are really very precious, tender, and near to the very heart of God.



Brown—Like brown packages you have ordered via UPS, you have a good idea what is inside that package, so you eagerly open up to it.



Camouflage—These camouflaged packages are sometimes what God allows to come our way. From outward appearances, they may suggest ugly things like war, battle, death and dying, the end, but when opened and examined, as you experience these packages, the very pain and agony endured in the holding of them causes the Lamb of God to come by your side, bringing to you Life, Life-everlasting, the presence of the very Light of God, bringing Sweetness, Wisdom, Compassion, Grace, Mercy, Comfort, and His Peace-that-passeth-understanding.



Grey—When examined closely, as they begin to talk and ask inappropriate detailed questions outside of a proper healing-context, these grey "rubber-neckers" reveal themselves to be curiosity seekers who have allowed themselves, whether wittingly or unwittingly, to enter a different level of relating that is no longer helpful or edifying to the war-torn soul.



Putrid Green—These putrid-green wrapped people seem to feel the need to spew their judgmental frame-of-reference at your hurting soul which can batter and tear you with poisoning arrows that can infect and inflame an already-ripped-up heart.



White –Anyone who basks themselves in God’s loving presence on a regular basis seems to reflect His white healing light, so that when your grief-stricken heart is already screaming hurtful accusations or cross-examining you with terrorizing what-if’s, His love pours down on your heart, shedding His real truth and higher perspective about the whole situation, revealing His redemptive touch on every aspect of your life.



Tie-dyed—These people wrapped in tie-dyed colors seem so out-of-touch with their own soul and real personhood that the true colors of their soul seem all mixed up with the colors of others around them. All that seems to come from their mouths are formulas and quick-fix-its or platitudes and other soul-distancing words that can be a part of a “group-think” mentality.




Gold—Loving, kind, ever-ready to help in sweet, sacrificial ways you never dreamed anyone would do, these golden-wrapped people seem wrapped in the Love of Jesus, so that His Love radiantly shines through them, making them, indeed, worth their weight in gold.



( ) Transparent—Those who are ( ) transparent people are people who not only are in touch with their own soul but are also compassionate toward their own soul so that they seem to feel safe to shed any soul-distancing masks, and share with you the painful and difficult things they have experienced when such sharing seems appropriate to meet you “where you are” in your own pain.




May God wrap His healing arms around you and bring you His peace. And may He help us to discern the hearts of the people around us to draw more healing in from the healing ones and to better protect our grief-torn hearts from further unnecessary damage from the unsafe ones,









Written 2007 - Colors for Grieving People - Angie Bennett Prince
Picture: Fractal kaleidoscope from http://www.fotosearch.com/photos-images/kaleidoscope.html

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Music in Grief - "Like a Cleansing Deep in My Soul"

Re: Comments -- Music
One of you, after reading my first post on this blog, made the following comment:

I also find I weep the hardest when I hear good gospel music, and it's like a cleansing deep in my soul.
(Digger)
Thank you for sharing what helps you to best express your grief! What is it about Music? It just seems to penetrate right into our hearts and souls! Some say music is the “language of the emotions.” I agree with you Digger; good music surely speeds up the grief process for me; it just cuts through any “intellectualizing” I might be doing to try to explain away my grief, for the music brings it right out of me in such a poignant way—painful, yes, but tender, too.

Speaking of music that helps us to express our grief, I added this music bar in the sidebar to the left (and two others at the bottom of the page) to share some of the songs that have been so meaningful to me and my family members; some were even ones Merry Katherine gave to me, or loved herself. (One of my favorite memories of her is hearing her belt out “My Redeemer” in her bedroom with Nicole turned up many decibels! So sweet to see her heart pouring out to God like that!)

--See the music widget at the bottom of the blog to get the full rendition of Nicole Mullen's song, "Redeemer."--

I would love to hear more comments from you all! (To comment, just click on "Comment" that is just underneath each post in the blog, and then type in your comment.) Perhaps you could share some music that has been especially helpful to you in grief. (The two music widgets at the bottom should allow you to even play some of your own favorite music while you peruse the blog. But let us know in your comment what some of those songs are!)

Thank you for your comments! I will discuss some others in a blog, coming up soon!

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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

God's Comfort in the Midst of Raw Grief . . .

Last night was hard. My husband and I were listening to music; I was writing a poem about my baby. When we heard Vince Gill's "Go Rest High On that Mountain" (see words below; this song is one of our favorites as it so aptly describes our baby's dilemma), our grief went back to square one. My husband said he cried as hard as he did that first day . . . So did I.

God continues to be SO sweet to meet us in our grief: "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." . . .

So then we immediately heard Dottie Rambo's "Sheltered in the Arms of God" - from Bill and Gloria Gaither's "Reunion-Precious Memories" (see words below); it was like our baby wanted to remind us- that's where I am now -- sheltered safely in the arms of God!

Go Rest High On that Mountain (Vince Gill) [You can view and hear Vince singing this beautifully inspired song he wrote at the time of his brother's death on the sidebar YouTube to the left of this page; it has meant so much to us as well!]

I know your life on earth was troubled, And only you could know the pain. You weren't afraid to face the devil, Were no stranger to the rain.

Go rest high on that mountain; Son you work on earth is done. Go to Heaven a-shoutin' - Love for the Father and the Son.

Oh, how we cried the day you left us, Gathered round your grave to grieve. Wish I could see the angels' faces When they hear your sweet voice sing.

Go rest high on that mountain; Son, your work on earth is done. Go to Heaven a-shoutin' - Love for the Father and the Son. Go to heaven a-shoutin' - Love for the Father and the Son.

Sheltered in the Arms of God (Dottie Rambo)

I feel the touch of hands so kind and tender, They're leading me in paths that I must trod; I'll have no fear 'cause Jesus walks beside me, And I'm sheltered in the arms of God. So let the storms rage high, the dark clouds rise, They won't worry me for I'm sheltered safe within the arms of God; He walks with me and naught of Earth shall harm me, For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.

Soon I shall hear the call from Heaven's portals, Come on home my child, it's the last mile you have to trod; I'll fall asleep and I'll wake up in God's new Heaven, sheltered safe within the arms of God. So let the storms rage high, the dark clouds rise, They won't worry me for I'm sheltered safe within the arms of God; He walks with me and naught of Earth shall harm me, For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.

Soon I shall hear the call from Heaven's portals, Come on home my child, it's the last mile you have to trod; I'll fall asleep and I'll wake up in God's new Heaven, sheltered safe within the arms of God. So let the storms rage high, the dark clouds rise, They don't worry me for I'm sheltered safe within the arms of God; He walks with me and naught of Earth shall harm me, For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.

So let the storms rage high, the dark clouds rise, They don't worry me for I'm sheltered safe within the arms of God; He walks with me and naught of Earth shall harm me, For I'm sheltered safe in the arms of God.

Then Bill Gaither had his folks sing my daddy's favorite hymn, "I Come to the Garden Alone" after Dottie Rambo's song:

And He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own, And the joys we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known!

I could just picture her sheltered in God's loving arms, and walking and talking with Him as He loves and comforts her. God is so sweet, so gentle, ever reminding us she's now safely carried in His arms.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Parents Losing a Teenager to Death - A Glimpse of Grief After Two and a Half Years

“I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.” C. S. Lewis ...

My husband and I have been grieving now for two and a half years. Grief is so painful! I have to continually get in touch (emotionally, mentally, and spiritually) with my grief to get it "exhumed" from the inside to come to the consciousness and be expressed out so that it doesn't just build up (to later come out when I least expect it or to get expressed inappropriately). [I have a counseling practice, so I have to keep my grief flowing for this reason as well, or any unresolved "counter-transference" might affect my clients negatively.]

Grief without rest doesn't mix well. Grieving is exhausting work--I'm facing the deepest loss possible--every parent's worst nightmare--so it is not easy to do; it therefore takes a toll on my body physically. But rest, eating well, taking vitamins, exercising (which I am now starting to do a little more of), and anti-depressants if necessary, are crucial to supporting my over-stressed system. Talking to a safe person about my grief is also critical; for me, my safe person is my husband--he is very tender, patient, and accepting plus he knows the grief as well; he is going through his own! We try to support one another which works fairly well (until our timing collides, and we're both down at the same times. Those are times when it's especially important to have a close relationship with our Heavenly Father!)

Which brings me to--what helps me THE most in processing my grief--is the continuous presence of my Heavenly Father who is carrying me through this grief on a daily, moment-by-moment basis. One tool He has given me as I walk through my grief is to continually write out my grief -- in prayers to Him, poetry, essays, etc. The pain is there, but it is poignant in the writing, and then God's Holy Spirit comes into the process to bring His perspective and His comfort -- and His challenging my faulty thinking when appropriate!-- and there is a relief after the intense outpouring of hurt, pain, questions, confusion, etc. Over time, you can see the heali
ng as you are writing, plus, the former writings continue to be a therapeutic tool to review and grieve through as necessary! I tell people, yes God is IN the grief; God is not an anesthetic to numb the grief--the pain is still there-- but He meets me IN the grief, and walks through it WITH me.
May God bless you in your grief, or in your concern for a beloved griever.