Monday, August 13, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Can Only Imagine ~MercyMe






Monday's Mourning Ministry

I Can Only Imagine


~MercyMe


with the London Symphony Orchestra












I Can Only Imagine

~MercyMe
with the London Symphony Orchestra


I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by Your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When Your face is before me
I can only imagine
Yeah

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine

I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When all I would do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine










Video: http://youtu.be/K_OB7d-B1Vw

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Saturday's Sayings - Yes, I'm Still Grieving...






Saturday's Sayings

Yes, I'm Still Grieving...





How to help those who are grieving, whether it was months ago, a year ago or years ago.

Grief has no clear beginning or end. It is a journey that will ebb and flow for the rest of our lives. We never get over the death of someone we love. We somehow find a way to live with it. It is important to let the bereaved know that they are allowed to grieve for as long as needed. Till that time comes. Where they are able to remember the one that has died, without feeling pain.

“Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.”

TRY NOT TO…

Just as there is no right or wrong way to grieve there is no right or wrong way to support. There are however some things which should be avoided in saying, as these can be hurtful and minimize their loss.

Try not to say you know how they feel. No two griefs will be the same and each grief is as unique as the relationship they shared with the person they have lost.

Don’t tell them they have to be strong. It is in the depths of grief that we are at our most vulnerable.

Don’t tell them they need to get on with life. Life as they knew it is not the same and they will need to learn how to live their life without the person who has died. This takes time.

Don’t say they had a good life, they are at peace now or you are lucky to have had them for so long. No one feels lucky to lose someone they love.

Don’t say it is God's way, the natural order of things or nature’s way. Logical explanations are cold comfort when you are grieving.

It is not comforting to remind the bereaved that at least they had a chance to say goodbye to the deceased. We never want to say goodbye to those we love.

Be mindful when telling the bereaved they are coping well. They may appear to be coping but it does not mean they have stopped hurting and are done grieving.

Do not compare their grief to others or make suggestions that someone else’s loss was greater. This will only make the bereaved feel their loss is not a significant one and that they do not have the right to grieve.

Don’t tell them they are grieving the wrong way or make suggestions about how they should be dealing with their grief.

Just be there, with a hug, a comforting hand or an open ear. Invite them over often even if they say no. Invite them on special occasions where their loss is so completely overwhelming. Birthdays, Anniversaries, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Christmas, etc.

“Sometimes there are no perfect words. Only thoughtful silences that whisper softly of caring.”

Pass this along to someone who is grieving, or to guide someone whose friend/family member is grieving. Remember the stronger the relationship, the harder the grief is. If there are multiple losses in a short period of time, the more painful the grief. Most importantly don’t expect them to “be the same” as they were before the loss, they will never be the same. 

~ Donna Weber
~via Death of a Loved One: Quotes, Poems, and Resources



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Since my Grief journey, I have noticed...
The ones who know the least have the most to say!



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He Gathers Every Teardrop

Regardless of the circumstance,
Regardless of the (fear),
Regardless of the pain we bear,
Regardless of the tear,
Our God is ever in control,
Performing as He should,
And He has promised in His Word
To work things for our good.
But as a loving Father would,
He sometimes lets us cry
To cleanse the hurt out of our heart,
To wash it from our eye.
Yet gently He gathers the tears
Within His hands to stay
Until He turns them into pearls
And gives them back someday.


~Glenda Fulton Davis
~via Angels on Loan



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Feathers for Muma

Hello baby, can you hear me?
I so want to talk to you,
I'm walking under my favourite tree,
Baby, give me a sign, if you do.

A little white feather just floated by,
It must be a sign from you,
Oh baby, I think I'm going to cry,
Baby boy, you heard me, it's true.

I'm holding my feather, my sweet,
My baby, my treasure, my own,
To know you hear me, is a treat,
It stops me from feeling alone.

I walk in my place full of peace,
I can talk to you now in my head,
It gives me such a release,
To deal with the fact you are dead.

Dead, such a hard word to say,
Asleep is a much nicer word,
I think of you now in this way,
No better word, have I heard.

My folks say, "Why are you crying?"
"It happened two months ago now."
Well folks, I'm so sorry, I'm trying,
But my heart is broken, and how.

So baby, under these trees I walk,
Here no-one can hear my pain,
And baby I am free just to talk,
And feel close to you again.

I treasure the feathers you send me,
Plucked from your wings, so far above,
And drifting right down through the trees,
To remind me, of your sweet love.

I guess, I should go home soon,
My heart is now full of peace,
Tonight when I look at the moon,
I'll smile, blow a kiss, feel released.

My pain, I know it will fade one day,
And I'll be able to laugh once more,
And that feather, in my jewel box will stay,
To hold when my heart's feeling sore.

I thank God above, that He gave me,
A child for a while, just to hold,
And know that one day I will be,
Walking with you on streets of gold.

~via Angels on Loan



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~via Angels on Loan


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The Mention Of My Child's Name


The mention of my child's name

... may bring tears to my eyes,

but it never fails to bring music to my ears.

If you are really my friend,

let me hear the beautiful music of her name.

It soothes my broken heart

And sings to my soul.

~Author Unknown
~thanks to Grieving Mother, Leslie Nelson Martin


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Letter to Heaven

I write to you, in heaven
I'm not sure where I should start
The tear stained words I send to you
are from my broken heart

You taught the world true kindness
and you were always there for me
you taught the world happiness
and that laughter was the key

My letter is far too short
I'm struggling, thats the truth
the world it seems so painful
and empty without you

I call upon your loved ones
and each person signs their name
for these many tearful people
the world won't feel the same

We seal the letter with a kiss
and send it on its way
then out of the blue, We hear your voice
here are the words you want to say

(PAUSE FOR A SECOND)

My loved ones, I have heard you
before your pen began to write
my soul is with you every day
and through the dark of night

Although I am in heaven
It doesn't mean that I am gone
Take a look around and see
my spirit still lives on

When the stars shine at night
my heart is what you see
and when you dream, gentle dreams
your heart is here with me

Don't worry if your heart feels hurt
with my help, the pain will ease
don't worry if you need to cry
i'll help to dry your tears

Please celebrate the life we shared
to your memories, I belong
and talk about the good times
it makes my soul burn strong

If for now you don't believe
I'll still keep you safe from harm
until the day we meet again
and I take you in my arms

Rachel Loveday April 2010










Pictures, quotes, and poems, thanks to "Treasured Sisters," "Angels on Loan," "Grieving Mothers," and "Death of a Loved One."
Thank you to all grieving parents' for your contributions, as your writings help to comfort our grief!

Friday, August 10, 2012

Friday's Faith - The "Quickening": From Birth to Re-Birth






Friday's Faith

The "Quickening": 

From Birth to Re-Birth




"Full with child," she's told ~ so hard to believe
There's a speck of life inside this mother-to-be!
The words are there; the tests reveal
Truths for her she can't yet feel.
The ultrasound soon sends a sound
Of a beating heart such truth to resound.
But then one day comes the "quickening":
She feels for herself life hearkening...
Each movement inside proves there's life,
Creating a bond till faith becomes sight!

And so with you, my life-filled child,
I'm told you are not dead, but fully alive!
I cannot see; I groan from within,
But over time, comes the "quickening":
When Life I'm told that's surely there
Is felt from within before it's to appear.
You hearken to my beating heart,

"I'm Here Mommy; we're just apart!"

The tears come---it's hard to believe,
But such joyous news, I gladly receive.
I speak to you, I feel you near;
Life's quickening begins before you appear!
As Wonderful as your life-on-earth here,
How much more joyous Then~
When in Heaven you'll fully appear!

So my child I'll await, 
Though you're still sight unseen...
For Heaven's Gate
To open and reveal: Life's completed quickening...
When tears of Joy then shall reign
And you're in your Mommy's arms again!
I'll patiently wait through Death's Dark Night
Until that Great Day when my Faith becomes Sight!






 




Picture, thanks to "Grieving Mothers"
Poem - The "Quickening": From Birth to Re-Birth - Angie Bennett Prince - 8/10/2012

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Wednesday's Woe/Thursday's Therapy - Will I Ever Get 8 Hours of Sleep Again in This Lifetime?





Our grandbaby girl as a newborn...sleeping "like a baby"...



Wednesday's Woe/Thursday's Therapy

Will I Ever Get 8 Hours of Sleep Again in This Lifetime?






Why is it that insomnia comes with Child-Loss Grief? Our bodies are exhausted. Our minds are exhausted. Our souls are spent with the daily struggle. So why is it that we cannot seem to get a good night's sleep? We know the healthy habits to do. We practice those things. But Child-Loss is bigger than we are.



Losing a child changes you in ways most people can never understand. It scars your psyche with an ineffaceable wreckage. It strains your soul with abominable confusion, leaving you questioning the very faith that once provided stabilization to your being. It shadows your heart with a disconsolate burden that never leaves; it may be temporarily distracted or even momentarily forgotten but the deep sadness always hovers just under the surface, waiting to resurrect when you least expect it. It impacts every facet of your life with a shroud of grief that forever darkens the atmosphere of your world. Like Chinese handcuffs, it grabs you and will not let you go, until you submit to its forces and let go your resistance; then you will be released, if only for a few moments...

As one of our child-loss cohorts stated when trying to clarify to a friend who is a civilian to our Child-Loss Grief War after he overheard that the friend had chastised Tommy as to why Tommy and I weren't "getting over" our loss: 

"Sometimes your mouth overrides your brain (leaving out the expletives he included)! You don't understand child-loss, and you never will. I lost my child. You need to understand that although I am not hurting as much as I once did, still, I am always hurting, and I always will." 


So how does this constant trauma affect our sleep? As one Child-Loss mother says,








When Tommy's blood-pressure shot up high recently, his doctor surprisingly said to him, "Oh, your shoulder is hurt! When the body is compromised in some way, the blood pressure will shoot up." I guess a similar principle is at work in our poor grief-stricken bodies.

Our hearts are broken, so at some level, our body must know there's a crisis it needs to be attending. There's not enough peace inside for our bodies to allow us the calm for a good night's sleep.










Pictures: Our grandbaby, mine; Sleep graphic, thanks to "Help Stop Abuse on Women"

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Tuesday's Trust - Yet Another Parent's Child-Loss Tragedy





Coach Andy Reid lost his oldest son Garrett on Sunday, August 5th


Tuesday's Trust

Yet Another Parent's Child-Loss Tragedy




Six years ago today (written on August 6), we buried our precious 19-year-old daughter. A task a parent never has in mind in their wildest dreams for his/her child. Today I read about other parents called to the same unbearable task. Under somewhat different circumstances maybe, but same task. Each time I hear of it, another set of parents called to the same task, it breaks my heart all over again, a million times deeper than the angst I felt for parents before because now, I have lived it. And I know what's ahead for them: Deeper pain than they could ever imagine...

Tommy and I were impressed that the writer of the following article regarding Coach Andy Reid's loss of his son Garrett, Ashley Fox seems to really "get it" in regard to the devastation that comes with a parent's Child-Loss...


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COMMENTARY

Reid Faces Most Difficult Challenge

Eagles coach, family undoubtedly are fiercely shaken by death of son Garrett

Originally Published: August 6, 2012
By Ashley Fox | ESPN.com



Eagles React To Garrett Reid's Death

Michael Vick and Eagles owner Jeffrey Lurie react to the death of Garrett Reid, the oldest son of head coach Andy Reid.


How's your family? It is a question I ask Andy Reid every time I see him. Friday was no different. For the past two years, the answer has been the same.


"They're good," Reid said, shaking my hand. "How are your kids?"


"Getting bigger," I said.


"That's what they're supposed to do," Reid said.


That is what they're supposed to do. Children are supposed to grow, get bigger, go to college, get married and have children of their own. That is the hope. They aren't supposed to die before their parents do.



AP Photo/Chris Post
Eagles players kneel in prayer at Sunday's practice after learning about the tragic death of Garrett Reid.



A parent is never supposed to bury a child. It is a life-changer. One minute, your world is good. The next, you have an unfathomable void, a never-ending ache and a sadness that won't go away and doesn't really ease with time.


That is what Andy Reid and his wife Tammy are facing now that their oldest son, Garrett, has passed away. Garrett was found dead Sunday morning in a dorm room at Lehigh University, where the Philadelphia Eagles are holding their training camp. He was 29 years old.


Andy Reid was so proud to have Garrett, his oldest son, at camp. He was proud of his older sons, Garrett and Britt. Each had served jail time for drug-related offenses and completed drug rehabilitation programs. Each seemingly had moved on. Britt is now married and working as a graduate assistant for the Temple University football program. Garrett was working for the Eagles as an assistant to the strength and conditioning staff. A third son, Spencer, is a running back at Temple, about to enter his redshirt freshman season. The Reids also have two daughters, Crosby and Drew Ann.


Now Garrett is dead. It is unspeakably sad, for Andy and Tammy, for their four other children and for the Philadelphia Eagles organization.


To bury a child is the cruelest part of being a parent, no matter the circumstances. Garrett was Reid's first child. Father and son were close. They had been through hell together. For 10 years, Reid had dealt with his son's addiction, and for nearly two years Reid had visited Garrett in prison. He went to drug rehab with his son. He was a rock, a constant presence, a loving father and a disciplinarian. Garrett's journey was ongoing. He was living at home, trying to make it.


Now hell is starting anew.


Three days ago, I sat with Reid at Lehigh for almost an hour. He dismissed the notion that this season, his 14th in Philadelphia, would be any bigger than the previous 13. He was talkative and funny, relaxed and at ease. He said he likes his team, particularly his quarterback, and joked that he is growing a long mustache because the hair on his head is thinning, another reminder that time continues to march along.


Mike and Mike in the Morning

ESPN reporter John Barr talks about the atmosphere at the Eagles' training camp following the death of Andy Reid's son. 
{Hear podcast by clicking on "podcast" in midpage of online article as found listed below my signature at the end of today's post.}


Two years ago, Reid was reflective and hopeful. Finally, his sons were on a straighter path, but it was a path Reid knew would be pocked with potential problems. Speaking to me in 2010 for the first time about the road he had traveled, Reid said he hoped the time between relapses with Garrett would grow longer, and that when he did relapse, he hoped it wouldn't kill him.


That was reality. That was the truth. There was rock bottom, and then there was hope. The Reids straddled that reality every day. They hoped for the best and feared the worst.


For nearly two years every Thursday night, Reid visited his sons in prison. For Garrett, Reid went to three facilities in the Philadelphia area. The prison guards said Reid was cordial, polite, open and amenable. Reid told me he tried to be accessible so his sons wouldn't face more problems. Being the incarcerated son of the Eagles' head coach was hard enough. Reid didn't want to add to it.


And he didn't. Once Britt and Garrett were out of one prison, Reid left a box of Eagles hats in the prison lobby, as thanks. He was grateful. He understood. The warden had Reid's cell phone number. Reid picked up whenever he called.


With Garrett, unlike Britt, the road to recovery was always rocky. He was an addict. There was no way around it. We don't yet know how he died, whether it was natural causes or something else, but we know how he lived.


On Friday, Reid told me his sons were doing well, but there was the sense that he was always worried. A heroin addiction is an addiction for life. It grabs you, rips at your insides, pulls at a family and scares you.


Money can't erase that or ease the pain Reid is feeling now. With a demanding job that requires time and energy, Reid wasn't around every day to usher his kids through their teenage years and beyond. That was his wife's responsibility. In 2010, Reid talked about how hard it was on his wife, how a lawyer told them parents of a drug-addicted child rarely stay together, how he had to let her vent and grieve, and how he had to send flowers. Lots of flowers.


Now, no matter what caused Garrett Reid to die, there will be flowers and tears and regret. There will be a funeral Tuesday and a sadness over a life lost too young. No one would blame Reid for walking away from football, for saying enough is enough. Eagles owner Jeffrey Lurie on Sunday said Reid will be back later this week, to grab hold of his team and make another run at a Super Bowl, one that many think could be Reid's last in Philadelphia.


It doesn't really matter now. What matters is that a family is grieving. A good man lost his son. It is tragic, and so, so sad. Reid will have to find it within himself to go on.


How's your family? For the Reids, the answer will never be the same.


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Coach Tony Dungy's oldest son James, died in 2005




Here is another coach who had to encounter the same tragedy as Coach Reid, in losing his son.

Colt's Coach Tony Dungy Speech

Submitted by: PeaceOfMind
Author: This Inspires ME


Dungy Makes Super Bowl Stop to Speak at Athletes in Action Breakfast



They were there for breakfast, and they were there to
cheer New York Jets running back Curtis Martin.
And it was Martin who received the Athletes in Action Bart Starr Award
Saturday morning, but the hundreds who gathered in fourth-floor ballroom
At the Marriott Renaissance in Detroit, Mich., on the morning before Super
Bowl XL were clearly touched by the featured speaker.

That speaker was Colts Head Coach Tony Dungy.

Two hours into the breakfast, emcee Brent Jones introduced Dungy, who
was welcomed with a lengthy standing ovation. Dungy thanked the crowd,
shared an anecdote about Martin, then told the crowd he was going to speak
for about 15 minutes.

"It's great to be here," Dungy told the crowd, then adding with a laugh,
"I just wish I wasn't here in this capacity so many times of being just
that close to being in the game and just being an invited speaker.

"My goal is to have our team here one day and have a couple of tables
with all of our guys here. Because we have a special group of young men, a
great group of Christian guys. It'd be wonderful to have them here so you
could see their hearts and what they're all about.

"It hasn't quite happened yet, but we're still hoping one day it will."

He told them he was going to talk about lessons he had learned from his
three sons. The crowd fell silent. Then Dungy spoke.

And although this was a breakfast - and although at many such events
speakers speak over the clinking of glasses and murmurs from
semi-interested listeners - for most of the 15 minutes the room was
silent except for Dungy's voice.

He spoke of his middle son, Eric, who he said shares his competitiveness
and who is focused on sports "to where it's almost a problem." He spoke
of his youngest son, Jordan, who has a rare congenital condition which
causes him not to feel pain.

"He feels things, but he doesn't get the sensation of pain," Dungy said.

The lessons learned from Jordan, Tony Dungy said, are many.

"That sounds like it's good at the beginning, but I promise you it's
not," Dungy said. "We've learned a lot about pain in the last five years
we've had Jordan. We've learned some hurts are really necessary for kids.
Pain is necessary for kids to find out the difference between what's good
and what's harmful."

Jordan, Dungy said, loves cookies.

"Cookies are good," Dungy said, "but in Jordan's mind, if they're good
out on the plate, they're even better in the oven. He will go right in the
oven when my wife's not looking, reach in, take the rack out, take the pan
out, burn his hands and eat the cookies and burn his tongue and never feel
it. He doesn't know that's bad for him."

"Jordan," Dungy said, "has no fear of anything, so we constantly have to
watch him."

The lesson learned, Dungy said, is simple.

"You get the question all the time, 'Why does the Lord allow pain in
your life? Why do bad things happen to good people? If God is a God of love,
why does he allow these hurtful things to happen?''' Dungy said. "We've
learned that a lot of times because of that pain, that little temporary
pain, you learn what's harmful. You learn to fear the right things.

"Pain sometimes lets us know we have a condition that needs to be
healed. Pain inside sometimes lets us know that spiritually we're not quite
right and we need to be healed and that God will send that healing agent
right to the spot.

"Sometimes, pain is the only way that will turn us as kids back to the
Father."

Finally, he spoke of James.

James Dungy, Tony Dungy's oldest son, died three days before Christmas.
As he did while delivering James' eulogy in December, Dungy on Saturday
spoke of him eloquently and steadily, speaking of lessons learned and of the
positives taken from experience.

"It was tough, and it was very, very painful, but as painful as it was,
there were some good things that came out of it," Dungy said.

Dungy spoke at the funeral of regretting not hugging James the last time
he saw him, on Thanksgiving of last year.

"I met a guy the next day after the funeral," Dungy said. "He said, 'I
was there. I heard you talking. I took off work today. I called my son. I
told him I was taking him to the movies. We're going to spend some time and
go to dinner.' That was a real, real blessing to me."

Dungy said he has gotten many letters since James' death relaying
similar messages.

"People heard what I said and said, 'Hey, you brought me a little closer
to my son,' or, 'You brought me a little closer to my daughter,'" Dungy
said.
"That is a tremendous blessing."

Dungy also said some of James' organs were donated through donors
programs.

"We got a letter back two weeks ago that two people had received his
corneas, and now they can see," Dungy said. "That's been a tremendous
blessing."

Dungy also said he received a letter from a girl from the family's
church in Tampa. She had known James for many years, Dungy said. She went to
the funeral because she knew James.

"When I saw what happened at funeral, and your family and the
celebration and how it was handled, that was the first time I realized there
had to be a God," Dungy said the girl wrote. "I accepted Christ into my life
and my life's been different since that day."

Added Dungy, "That was an awesome blessing, so all of those things kind
of made me realize what God's love is all about."

Dungy also said he was asked often how he was able to return to the
Colts so quickly after James' death. James died on December 22, and Dungy
returned to the team one week later. Dungy said the answer was simple.

"People asked me, 'How did you recover so quickly?"'' Dungy said. "I'm
not totally recovered. I don't know that I ever will be. It's still very,
very painful, but I was able to come back because of something one of my
good Christian friends said to me after the funeral.

"He said, 'You know James accepted Christ into his heart, so you know
he's in heaven, right?' I said, 'Right, I know that.' He said, 'So, with all
you know about heaven, if you had the power to bring him back now, would
you?" When I thought about it, I said, 'No, I wouldn't. I would not want
him back with what I know about heaven."

"That's what helped me through the grieving process. Because of Christ's
spirit in me, I had that confidence that James is there, at peace with
the Lord, and I have the peace of mind in the midst of something that's
very, very painful.

"That's my prayer today, that everyone in this room would know the same
thing."


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Tony Dungy's Super Bowl Breakfast ~ 2006
What Coach Dungy learned from his son James, who was almost 19 years old when he took his own life













Coach Reid article: http://espn.go.com/nfl/trainingcamp12/story/_/id/8239047/andy-reid-family-face-most-difficult-emotional-challenge-tragic-death-oldest-son-garrett

Coach Tony Dungy's Athletes in Action Speech: http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/16441/38.html

Tony Dungy's Super Bowl Breakfast, 2006 part of speech on youtube: http://youtu.be/K3PUPCR7NFA

Monday, August 6, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - When God Seems So Near ~Gaither Homecoming






Monday's Mourning Ministry

When God Seems So Near

~Gaither Homecoming

Bill's brother, Danny Gaither's last show








When I pause in the hush of His holy presence
When I'm so still I can hear each whispered word
When I pause to pray, I enter His cathedral
These are the times when God seems so near.

There are times when I cannot feel His presence
When the clouds of doubt obscure the Master's smile
But when I'm still enough to hear His gentle whispers
Then I know my Lord has been there all the while.

When I pause in the hush of His holy presence
When I'm so still I can hear each whispered word
When I pause to pray, I enter His cathedral
These are the times when God seems so near.

These are the times when God seems so near.












Picture, thanks to Facebook and Twitter friend, Lindsay Greenwood
Video, http://youtu.be/zqF0YHCkf1s

Friday, August 3, 2012

Saturday's Sayings - The "new Normal," Part Four








Saturday's Sayings

The "new Normal"

Part Four








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Pictures - first pic, thanks to "Grieving Mothers," all others, thanks to "Death of a Loved One"

Friday's Faith - Finally Free










Finally Free


Our child went into the far country
Seeking to follow the will of her own.
And I? I had to let her go
Knowing her life was only ours by loan.

Powerless. Helpless.
Trusting the Hound of Heaven to redress.
Praying for safety for her body, spirit, and soul:
God swiftly intervened and made her whole...


It was not in the way that I had willed,
As my precious little one was brutally killed.
But I know this is not all of the story,
For the Hound of Heaven did rescue, and took her to Glory.


And I?
Grief-stricken. Weak. Wounded.
Life disrupted. Death-consumed.
Assumptions shattered
Of all that mattered.
Heart splattered.
Mind battered.
Insomniac.
Anxiety attack.


And yet…

Comforted. Soothed. God-met.
Held, Accompanied,
Challenged, Restored daily, Renovated. 
Daily before God standing in need,
He faithfully meets me there, I will concede.


Scarred, limping, heart-broken,
But O so thankful to God for yielding 
His Own Child for mine, to be broken.


Now it is mine to faithful be
Until I too reach the shores of Eternity
Where God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost will be
Setting souls once captive to Satan, Sin, and Death…
Finally Free.
















Pictures: Top picture, thanks to Jill's photos, Bottom picture thanks to 365Promises.com

Thursday, August 2, 2012

In Loving Memory - Merry Katherine Prince





In The Knoxville News Sentinel today, on this sixth anniversary of the death of our 19-year-old daughter, we placed the following poem I had written three years ago in an attempt to visualize what happened to my baby "that night" that she was taken from us so that I could climb from the wraith that I ever feel that I am, into the faith that My Father ever calls me to see...



In Loving Memory
Merry Katherine Prince

3/29/1987 – 8/2/2006




Looking within my imagination,
I see the White Bridge you crossed on that night
From dreary earth to Glorification:
O what a glorious scene to my sight!

The bridge, made of purest gold, transparent—
And yet, it gave off sheens of whitest light...
Light from Savior-Spirit-God apparent,
Shining rays of Love of the purest white.

Th’ bridge’s span quite wide –from here to Heaven–
With no undergirding that I could see,
Nor could I see the spiritual leaven
That transmuted your soul t’ be heavenly…

But I saw the delight in Abba’s eyes
As He cradled you up into His arms;
Such passionate love our language defies
As He grabbed you away from Satan’s harms…

From th’ blackest evil Satan could concoct
To Whitest Love whose Goodness evil blocked,
Stormed Satan’s stronghold, whisking you away—
Satan crushed, thrown on the ground, left shell-shocked;
Helpless God’s plan t’ circumvent, there he lay.

And the look on your face was ecstasy
As you flew from the ground to Abba’s arms,
Nestling in their loving warmth so snugly,
Thrilled Amazing Grace so deftly disarms.

Now all I can do is quietly stare
As I watch you cross amidst the night air,
Awed, I see your flight from Nightmare t’ God’s Care;
Now God kisses your face, caresses your hair…



We love you and miss you with all our hearts ~
Awaiting the day we too may 
kiss your face, caress your hair…

Mommy, Daddy, Nathan, 
Rollin, Stephanie, and Merry ‘Ellie’ 




We love you and miss you so, BabyGirl.










Poem - "That Night": From Nightmare to God's Care - Angie Bennett Prince - 8/5/2009

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Wednesday's Woe - Six Years of Grief






Wednesday's Woe

Six Years of Grief




Six years of grief,

There is some relief,

But no matter the year,

My baby's still not here...

Constant reminders as I shed each and ev'ry tear.



My life will never be the same

As I bear a Mother's most dreaded pain,

But I feel her walking near me

As I climb the steep terrain of faith's journey,

Needing God to ever steer me

Lest my grief completely impair me.




Six years of grief now ~

With God's help, still surviving somehow...




Six years of grief,

Putting one foot in front of the other,

The slow, grueling life of a Child-Loss grieving mother.















Pictures, thanks to Google Images
Poem - Six Years of Grief - Angie Bennett Prince - 8/1/2012