Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Wednesday’s Woe - Red Rover, Red Rover, My Life Is Over









Wednesday’s Woe



Three Years of Parents' Loss of Child

Red Rover, Red Rover, My Life Is Over


My husband Tommy’s view of life for these past three years of parent-loss…


Red Rover, Red Rover
My life is Over,
I sit watching my dog
Roll over and over.






And, now for my view...



When You Died that Night


When you died that night
My life was shattered.
So between you and I—
Were you the only one
Who really mattered?




Yet, my life goes on
Though broken and tattered…
My body functions
Though my heart be battered;
My emotions pour out
From my heart, they splatter . . . .




Such is the life of a heart that’s been shattered.
Say, how do I function
when my heart’s been shattered?





"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?"


Is a life really a life
When a heart’s been shattered?



My guess:

Answer to #1 God is always there, and He hears it: therefore it makes a sound.
Answer to #2 God is always there, and He breathes life: therefore Life still exists though the heart’s been shattered.



What is your guess?










Picture: Our dog, "Prissy"

Poem - "Red Rover, Red Rover, My Life is Over" written by Tommy Prince, 2007

Poem - "When You Died that Night" (in pink) written by Angie Bennett Prince 4/6/2008

Post written 9/30/09

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Tuesday's Trust!


My sheep listen to My voice; I know them, and they follow Me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all;


No one can snatch them out of My Father's hand.


John 10:27-29 NIV







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Monday, September 28, 2009

Monday’s Mourning Ministry - By Your Side


Monday’s Mourning Ministry

Searching the Bible on Behalf of us Bereaved Parents

as we Grieve Our Great Loss…





By Your Side

– Tenth Avenue North


Why are you striving these days


Why are you trying to earn grace


Why are you crying


Let me lift up your face


Just don't turn away


Why are you looking for love


Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough


To where will you go child


Tell me where will you run


To where will you run




And I'll be by your side


Wherever you fall


In the dead of night


Whenever you call


And please don't fight


These hands that are holding you


My hands are holding you



Look at these hands and My side


They swallowed the grave on that night


When I drank the world's sin


So I could carry you in


And give you life

I want to give you life




(Chorus 2x)




Cause I, I love you


I want you to know


That I, I love you


I'll never let you go




(Chorus 2x)


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How do I survive? How do I face each day?

How do I go on knowing I’ll never see my baby girl again this side of Heaven?

The words of this song tell me why – He is by my side, and He’ll never let me go. He loved me enough… He loved my baby girl enough… to drink the world’s sin so He could carry me in…so He could carry her in…to Heaven that night.

She is safe; my baby girl is safe. My baby girl that I love with all my heart…is safe with Jesus, is safe in His arms. He holds her close to His heart; He carries His lamb. He took her to safety.

He was there that night, with her, with her when I couldn’t be… He grabbed her up in His arms…and took her to safety…

Safety forevermore…from the Enemy, the Enemy who was out to destroy her life… And he did; the Enemy did destroy her life that night…but not forever. The Son of God died so that couldn’t happen. He put Life inside her…that wouldn’t die…that would never die…but would live eternally…By His Side.

And that is why I can live…that is why I can go on…that is why I can have peace…in the midst of my pain…because I know…He Is By Her Side, and…He Is By My Side.

And we are both…Alive in Him. Her spirit is alive. Alive. Alive in Him.

She is safe. She is alive.

She is with Him. She is with me.

And we are both…

By His Side!


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11 He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…

Isaiah 40:11

1Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.

Hebrews 11:1 NIV

13It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken."With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, 14because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. 15All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause

thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.

16Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.

17For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.

18So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.

For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

1 Corinthians 4:13-18


So I fix my eyes

…not on what is seen,

…but on what is unseen.

For what is seen

…is temporary,

but what is unseen

…is eternal!





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Thursday, September 24, 2009

“Elvis-Pelvis” Visits Heartbreak Hotel


9/22/09 I fell three and a half weeks ago. I had awakened from a nightmare at 4:45 am on a Saturday morning, and knew I needed to go to the den to read awhile before I would wind down enough to go back to sleep….

In a sleepyheaded stupor, I walked down our pitch-black hall, deciding not to turn on the light so that I wouldn't awaken my husband. Feeling my way along the wall, when I got to the doorframe of what I thought was our den, I turned and stepped in…only to find myself stepping down….


I sleepily wondered to myself,


"I don't remember


a


step


down


into


our


den!"



Then, I felt myself plunging full-speed down onto what I quickly realized were our basement stairs! I "flew" down eight of the fourteen steps, landing on the eighth stair, sitting up….


Unfortunately however,

my "wings" were not wings at all,

but were my ribs and hips!



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Three days later, I went for an x-ray and discovered I had two broken bones in my left pelvis! But when I met with the Orthopedic doctor for the second time today for another x-ray, the doctor discovered

I had broken not two bones as we originally had thought, but


all 3 bones in my pelvis


– the ischium, pubic bone, and ilium –


were broken in two!



Or,


as my highly-educated husband Tommy likes to so eloquently say,



"Elvis done broke her pelvis!"



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Three weeks ago, the x-rays only showed two breaks; the third break had been camouflaged by some ligament-damage, effectively blocking the view of the 3rd breakage site!


"That's what I consider a major injury!"


my otherwise nonchalant, under-stating orthopedic surgeon declared this morning.


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Looking at the x-ray, I noticed the breaks were aligned one on top of the other in a straight line. I later said to my husband,


"I feel like the lady the magician sawed in half!”


My husband affirmed,


“Only you were sawed in half vertically,

not horizontally!"


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I am doing physical therapy three times a week, and am healing nicely, but it will take three to four months to completely heal the bones. A walker is still indicated for the next 4 weeks when I will see my doctor again.


Still, no surgery, no cast, and no brace is needed!

The bones will heal themselves!



Physical therapy continues so that I keep my range of motion in play. All should heal back so that I will be back to normal. There are no displacements, my hips are still even, and my legs are still evenly aligned according to the doctor….


Thank You Lord that You heal the bones back with no medical intervention!

What miracles I am watching take place!

What miracles our bodies are!



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Question:


I wonder, why is it


broken bones heal back completely,


but when a child dies . . .


our broken hearts never will?







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