Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tuesday's Trust ~ Tender Blues






Tuesday's Trust

Tender Blues



   



Out of the depths of the blue, blue grief
Rises my lovely baby girl,
Seeing her smile brings sweet relief
Lifting my burden-filled world.

How to compute the happiness There
And commute it down to this earth?
How to not fixate on her death
Rather, to celebrate her birth?

Out of the depths of the blue, blue grief
Where her loss has become my cross,
How do I stand against the devilish thief
With his crushing albatross?

How do I live amidst death's curse
Though my Lord conquered hers with His,
Yet the view from this earth still glowers worse
When my grief and my sorrow hits.

I cry out my grief in my Savior's arms
He receives me with His tenderness
My passionate feelings rouse no alarms
That His abounding Love would need to redress.

My Savior Himself knows all grief feels grim
So He holds me close to His heart
After all, the Love for my child was giv'n by Him
So tenderly right from the start.

His love toward me, so kind, so sweet
Amidst such deep pain in this mommy's heart
Serves as a catalyst as I weep
To soothe the wounds as I fall apart.

Out of the depths of my blue, blue grief,
My Savior faithfully comes to bring me relief.
Our tears borne from love are no threat to our LORD
He blesses them with comfort, His Love's reward.






He healeth the broken in heart,
and bindeth up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3


Poem ~ Tender Blues ~ Angie Bennett Prince ~ April 22, 2014









Top picture, lotus: Thanks to

~inspiring art  Kiki Breet  on Pinterest

Bottom picture with Scripture: Thanks to 
~Isabelle Efstathiou, Facebook

Monday, April 21, 2014

Monday's Mourning Ministry - There You'll Be ~Faith Hill & Lamenting is Worship! ~Michael Card





Monday's Mourning Ministry


There You'll Be


~Faith Hill



and


Lamenting is Worship!


~Michael Card


(final part)









There You'll Be

~Faith Hill




When I think back
On these times
And the dreams
We left behind
I'll be glad 'cause
I was blessed to get
To have you in my life
When I look back
On these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me

[Chorus:]
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
And everywhere I am
There you'll be

Well you showed me
How it feels
To feel the sky
Within my reach
And I always
Will remember all
The strength you
Gave to me
Your love made me
Make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me

[Repeat chorus]

'Cause I always saw in you
My light, my strength
And I want to thank you
Now for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always

[Chorus:]
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
There you'll be


~




Lamenting is Worship!

~Michael Card

Part 7







Picture: ~Susie Pryor, "Her Magic"

Grief Video: http://youtu.be/qqr8EqZmyoQ

Lament Video #7: http://youtu.be/MwYsXe6BWeg

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Blessed Easter~ Missing my baby...







Blessed Easter~ 

Missing my baby...




"Missing my baby girl so badly today! Dreamed about her last night ~ (She was a little baby in my dream, but was talking to me :) ~ after just having written a poem to her yesterday that I put on my blog today... so it was a Very hard day today. But I am still O so thankful that her Savior and mine died and was raised out of wondrous love for us so that we can live in Heaven forever with Him! What a Loving Lord we serve!"




After I put the above comment in Facebook tonight along with the Winnie the Pooh picture of "Always Loved, Always Missed"  a dear grieving mother friend wrote the following:


"Yes, dreams about our precious babies are so special, but we miss them more than ever when we awaken to face the next day without them." 


This was my response back to her:

 O E., o so true ~ It's like we've had a little visit with them, and then we awaken, and they're not here... It's so hard. I was thinking yesterday and said to God,

" I would love a little visit with her..."

(I would never want her to have to leave Heaven because there's no way I would take that happiness from her, but I thought if I could just visit her up There for a little bit ~ then I quickly changed my mind because I said, 
"But God if I could SEE her, I know I could NEVER let her go again!" 
This pain is SO hard isn't it? ~Love you so sweet sister of the heart; I am so sorry you are in this pain too~

My friend later wrote back,


"You're right Angie, we would never want to let them go again. There are no words to explain the intense pain we experience."


After I had posted all of this on Facebook, and of course began bursting into tears, Tommy said, 

"You have got to put that (Facebook entry) on the blog too ~ We all feel that way but we've never talked about it on the blog!" 



So I am sharing it here with you tonight! 



Blessings to all of you precious grieving mothers and daddies as we all deal with this very difficult longing and pain over our precious "little" ones who are no longer in our sight!
 
And dear God please help us as we continue to walk through this terrible pain without our babies!








Picture, thanks to another Facebook friend






~Blessed Easter~ Easter Poem: Empty Womb






~Blessed Easter~

Easter Poem:

Empty Womb







The pangs of childbirth o'ertake me
As mommy cries out for you
The groans within wrench my heart
As my baby is ripped from view

The birth pangs split my gut into
Its pains gush through my heart
With groans that no words can express
As my child from my side ripped apart

God's Spirit dashes to my weakness
To stoke this chasm with hope
That I not falter within it,
This pregnant pause your death evokes

His hope burns like tiny embers
Reminding me He is there
As He births you into Heaven
With His omnipotent care

He soothes my heart that can't yet see
This life rising up in you
He mercifully attends me
As He sees my womb ripped into…
The womb where you once lay,
That seems so empty now
Just as His own Son's tomb once did,
When touched by Abba's resurrection pow'r
Yields Life to our children instead!




~~~





For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the 

anxious 

longing 

of the creation 

waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God.

For we know that the whole creation 

groans 

and 

suffers 

the 

pains 

of 

childbirth 

together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves 

groan 

within 

ourselves, 

waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it.

In the same way the Spirit also 

helps 

our 

weakness; 

for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with 

groanings 

too 

deep 

for 

words...


Romans 8:18-26 NAS




Poem - Easter Poem: Empty Womb ~Angie Bennett Prince - April 19, 2014








Picture, thanks to

NAS = New American Standard Version of The Holy Bible

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Saturday's Sadness - Lamenting at Easter: Lamenting is Worship! ~Michael Card






Saturday's Sadness

Lamenting at Easter

Lamenting is Worship!

~Michael Card

Parts 3, 4, and 5







Lamenting is Worship! 


~Michael Card


Part 3




~~~






Lamenting is Worship! 


~Michael Card


Part 4




~~~






Lamenting is Worship! 


~Michael Card


Part 5




~~~



To be continued...



~~~













Picture, thanks to 

RESSURECTION SUNDAY!!   Dianne Oehman   on Pinterest


Video #3:
http://youtu.be/FmsbTAg5Vk4

Video #4:
http://youtu.be/Ou17lPhzdAI

Video #5:
http://youtu.be/pXBNwDOMMaA


Friday, April 18, 2014

Friday's Faith - Good Friday - Lamenting is Worship, Parts 1 and 2 ~Michael Card










Friday's Faith

Good Friday

Lamenting is Worship,

Parts 1 and 2

~Michael Card










~Michael Card

Lamenting is Worship! 

Part 1



Uploaded on Feb 17, 2009:

Michael Card speaking at the East Coast Worship Summit this past summer in Wayne, Pennsylvania.

Hear him lament about how most of the worship literature in the Bible is Lament worship, yet hardly any of our contemporary Christian worship music reflects that.






~~~










~Michael Card 

Lamenting is Worship! 

Part 2








Picture: Artist Danny Hahlbohm: "My son... My son", thanks to
Emerson for Adam  Sandra Ransom  on Pinterest
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/224335625162750338/

Videotaped by Steve Sterling. 
Thanks Steve and Michael for this affirming message for lamenters everywhere!

Lament Video 1:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pr3mNGtxd-I

Lament Video 2:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7UUz7j7JQw

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Thursday's Therapy - "If It Isn't Meant to 'Cure' Grief, What Good is Therapy?" via Huffington Post






Thursday's Therapy


"If It Isn't Meant to 'Cure' Grief,

What Good is Therapy?"


via Huffington Post,
~Megan Devine, 
Grief Advocate/
Counselor

















Posted: Updated: 
Print Article
If It Isn't Meant to "Cure" Grief, 

.........What Good is Grief Therapy?


~by Megan Devine, Grief Advocate/Counselor



There's a lot of sketchy stuff going on in the world under the guise of "grief therapy." Sixty-day cures, 30-minute solutions. Diagnostic labels that show how "unwell" you are, and medications to fix that for you.
Therapeutic approaches to grief run the gamut of wise and beautiful stewardship to diagnostic medical lecturing.
I'm a therapist.
I've been a therapist for well over 10 years and was in related social and education services for the decade before that.
In my work as a clinician, I had to give people diagnoses. That is the way that therapists and other professionals get paid: We give a diagnosis that the insurance companies have decided they will reimburse for care.
Choosing a diagnosis, at its root, is a checklist and a process of elimination or inclusion. If I give you a diagnosis, it tells any other people you might be working with that you share at least some of the same challenges that other people with the same diagnosis do.
At its best, a diagnosis gives your team relevant information without you having to go through the same questions over and over again.
"At its best," however, is rarely how it's used or seen.
Even before I became widowed, I never was much for pathology: that medical-izing of normal human experience. I gave my clients the least stigmatizing diagnosis I could while still accurately conveying their struggles.
I couldn't see someone as being deeply flawed just because they were in pain. I refused to treat anyone as though what they were feeling was inherently wrong.
After becoming widowed, I found myself way too many times on the receiving end of that medical view, being told that who I was, and how I was, was wrong.
As though my intense, deep grief were pathological and corrupt: a sign of an unwell mind.
I didn't just get it from the people around me -- the friends, family members, and casual acquaintances. Some of the most corrective and judgmental people were other therapists. Some had even been my colleagues. One I had even looked to as a decent teacher in his field.
The overwhelming response from both the pros and the casual observer was that since I was in pain, I was clearly doing it wrong.
Seeing a therapist is tricky business -- so many (even some good ones) subscribe to that over-arching belief that grief needs to be corrected somehow, that it needs to be pushed through.
If you're on this grief path, no doubt you have heard a zillion and one suggestions about how you can do your grief better. You've been encouraged to get out of it fast, to go back to "normal" life.
But there is a different way to approach grief.
Many, many years ago, in what seems like an entirely different life, I was studying herbal medicine. The subject for one class was herbs for immune disorders. What the instructor taught that day has stuck with me now for over 20 years.
She said that many clinicians approach an immune disorder with herbs to stimulate and push the immune system, trying to get it to work harder and faster. That approach is misguided, she said. When you have a condition like this, your immune system is already working as hard as it possibly can.
Trying to make it work harder is only going to fail.
The herbalist taught that what was needed in this situation were herbs to come in underneath the immune system, herbs to walk up beside it and support it. The most useful medicines are the ones that don't push, but give the system roots. Nourish it. Help it continue to do what it is trying to do.
The system isn't working wrong, it's working as hard as it can.
Grief has your heart working as hard as it can.
When you are in pain, you don't need to be fixed. You don't need to be labeled as broken, your feelings shoved into codified lists. You don't need to be pushed to get better fast.
What you need are those things -- those people, those places, those words -- that come up underneath you and give you roots. You need those things that nourish you, that help you do the work your heart already knows how to do. The work it is already doing.
A good therapist is a wonderful thing: They know that there is nothing about you that's wrong. They know their role is to listen and validate, to come up alongside you and provide support.
They bolster your roots; they lend you stability.
Good therapy isn't a cure for what's wrong. And that makes all the difference in the world.
How about you? Have you found a therapist who truly listens and supports you in your grief? 
Megan Devine is writer, grief advocate, and clinical counselor. She is the author of the audio program When Everything is Not Okay: Practical Tools to Help You Stay in Your Heart & Not Lose Your Mind. You can find this and other resources on her website, www.refugeingrief.com.



Thank you to Huffington Post, and to Megan Devine for use of her article. 

Thank you to the artists, Moussin Irjan and David Agenjo, for the use of their amazing paintings here on my blog post.









Grief Therapy Post, from Huffington Post:
 http://www.huffingtonpost.com/megan-devine/grief-therapy_b_5077196.html

Grief Pictures: 
1st: via Visual Poetry  Kansas Wright on Pinterest - Saatchi Online Artist: Moussin Irjan; Oil, 2012, Painting "What warms the soul?"
2nd: via Artistic Appeals  Kelli Kayy - Saatchi Online Artist: David Agenjo; Acrylic, 2012, Painting "Bejin"


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Even the Valley ~The McKameys










Monday's Mourning Ministry

Even the Valley

~The McKameys









Even The Valley

~The McKameys

2000 Hometown Live





I faced a mountain, a trial of stone;
Down in the valley, I felt so alone,
Fearing that Satan would tempt and abuse,
But God sent sweet comfort with this simple truth:



CHORUS
Even the valley is Higher Ground;
Satan can't touch me where God's love abounds.
There's not a place where God's hand can't reach down.
Even the valley is Higher Ground!



Now I've soared with eagles, and I've fallen low
Through peaks and through valleys, that's just how life goes,
But I've found a peace in the midst of despair
When I discovered that God's everywhere!



CHORUS
Even the valley is Higher Ground;
Satan can't touch me where God's love abounds.
There's not a place where God's hand can't reach down
Even the valley is Higher Ground!
Even the valley is Higher Ground!










Music Video in Grief: http://youtu.be/H3vLAHgFzBo