Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Tuesday's Trust ~ Amidst our Raging Storm...

Tuesday's Trust

Amidst our Raging Storm...

"Let (us) praise Him with dancing and make music to Him..."

~Psalm 149:3

O Lord, You’re such a tender God, attending our deepest needs, hearing our heartfelt cries, lifting our spirits from the miry muck, even as continuously, but gently, You ever are mending our broken hearts and lives.

As You nurture us in our tumultuous vulnerability, You call us to the dance, enabling us to praise You. 

Help us to remember even Your very faithful Daniel was not spared the lion’s den, but You were there with him, silencing the ravenous roars with Your healing presence… 

By the faith You have given us, may we entrust ourselves to You, “knowing” in our heart of hearts, You stand with us as well…

Let (us) praise Your name with dancing 

and make music to You...

even, and especially, 

Amidst our Raging Storm. 

essence of Psalm 149:3a-b NIV

NIV ~ New International Version of The Holy Bible

A special thanks to the following for the graphics from Pinterest...

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Friday's Faith - Hope Amidst Groaning

May Your unfailing Love rest on us, O LORD,
even as we put our Hope In You.

~Psalm 33:22 NIV

Friday's Faith

Hope Amidst Groaning

Hope? Amidst Groaning? How do these two concepts fit together at all? 

How can we "hope" and yet "groan"?

Who of us Child-Loss Grievers "hope" to see our child again, nevertheless we "groan" all the while? I would hazard to guess, 100% of us! 

Hopeful Groaning feels like an oxymoron doesn't it? 
How can the two fit together? Shouldn't we be "hopeful" and "joyful" at the same time? That certainly seems to be the American way! 

And yet, we must admit, our hearts are still broken... even as we hope! Is there any hope for such a grieving parent?

How merciful God is to us to have had the apostle Paul explain how these two concepts do fit together in God's own Holy Word! Read on and see what you think...

Paul says in Romans 8 (yes, the same chapter that concludes by reminding us that absolutely nothing can separate us from the Love of God!) that everybody, and everything, in fact the "whole creation," groans inwardly until we see God's full redemption of our bodies...

Read this passage of Scripture, ponder it, question it, compare it to your situation, and let me know what you think...

Romans 8:18-27, New International Version:

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 

Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. 

But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray, but 

the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express

And He who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.

What about you? Do you struggle with the continual sorrowful groaning over your child who is no longer here, even as you hold onto your hope for seeing your child again in Heaven?

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Tuesday's Trust - "I Am Come to Heal..."

Tuesday's Trust

"I Am Come to Heal..."

The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, because He hath anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor; He hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised...


~Luke 4:18 KJV


O Lord, quicken our broken hearts to rest in Thee, for You alone heal us ever so gently throughout our lifetime on earth, yet culminate our healing fully when You wipe all our tears away, forever! 

Thank You for Your faithful, tender, healing love poured out on us daily... 

Truly, we need Thee every hour!


2And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband.3And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying,  
"Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, 4and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away." 

~Revelation 21:2-4 NASB

Some capitalizations of Scripture, mine

KJV = King James Version

NASB = New American Standard Bible

Monday, January 26, 2015

Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Can't Turn You Loose ~Otis Redding (with revised Lyrics for Grieving Parents)

Monday's Mourning Ministry

I Can't Turn You Loose

~Otis Redding

(with revised lyrics for 
grieving parents)

I Can't Turn You Loose

~Otis Redding

(with Lyrics revised for a Grieving Parent)

I can't turn you a loose now
If I do, I'm gonna lose my mind
Honey, I can't never turn you a loose now
If I do, I'm gonna lose my mind
I can't turn you a loose for nobody
'Cause I love you baby, yes I do now
I'm a cry in', shaking mama (papa), I told ya
Honey, baby girl, I love you
Gotta baby, I gotta do it baby, why don't I~ 
I'm gonna give you all the love that you want

I gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep on a, a cryin' baby
Never, never gonna turn you loose
Keep on a, keep on a holding on
Gotta gotta

I can't turn you a loose now
Our love was the sweetest, sweetest thing, ooo
I'll never, never turn you a loose
Because of the sweetest love you bring me
I said I can't turn you a loose for nobody baby
I love you baby, yes I do!
Baby, I'm a cryin', shaking mama (papa), I love ya
I'm always gonna love you!
Honest baby I'm gonna do it baby why don't I
I'm gonna give ya all the love that you want

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep, keep on holding on
Never gonna turn you loose now
Never gonna lose you baby
I, I got to…

I can't turn you a loose
Never, I'm never gonna turn you a loose
I'm gonna keep holding on, can't turn you a loose
Gonna keep a grip on you
I can't turn you loose

Early in the morning
And I love to hold ya
I can't turn you loose
Never gonna turn ya (loose)
Gotta keep on holding
Hold on to me baby
Gotta, gotta, gotta

Grief Video found at


Sunday, January 4, 2015

Sunday's Sorrow - The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul

Sunday's Sorrow

The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul

Does lead transmute to gold? 
With God's help, can this grieving heart be made whole?

When my child died,
I was left with a broken heart
How could I abide
Such heinous news
That from this earthly life, she forever would depart?
It defies all this mother stands for, and all my heart imbues.

The hail of death fell
Upon my body, heart, soul, and spirit
No comfort could quell
This mother's broken spirit.

My heart split into a million pieces
As from this mother's hell
I'd never be granted any releases;
Over the months and years, deeper into despair's pit I fell...

Even the Bible had laid out 
what I had in store:

This is what the LORD says,

"A voice is heard in Ramah, 
mourning and great weeping, 
Rachel weeping for her children 
and refusing to be comforted, 
because they are no more."

Into a megaphone, to me, Death's demons would roar, 
"Where was your God in Heaven
when hell's wrath upon your child did pour?"

My God whose heart toward me ever had been full of love
Seemed to have abandoned His throne from His own Heaven above
For the God of love I knew,
From death, my child, surely would rescue!

It seemed every promise in His word I had ever read
Would surely not have left my helpless child dead!

Now my soul was hurling into an ever sure demise
As I would feel no release coming from Heaven's skies.
I remembered God's whole earth had been struck dark
When His own Son from it's torturous shores would depart.

How ever would I find any relief this side of Heaven
As for this mother's grief there seemed to be no relieving leaven? 

How did my Heavenly Father from Death's destruction recover
As He watched through earth's darkness as His own Child's breath was smothered?

Why did He not destroy all of His created earth
At such infamous culmination of His own Holy Child's birth?

Despite His untold agony as He looked down from Glory
Surely our God survived by knowing the Rest of the Story...
That His Own Son would leave earth's shores to rejoin with Him in Glory…!

Perhaps therein I'll find the Grace I daily ever will need
To begin to quell this broken heart from its constant grievous bleed… 

Surely when the Golden Grace of God imparts into a shattered human heart
There is a glorious transmutation that occurs to quicken His own Life into my broken heart
To help a mother on this earth her own child's death to survive…

Even as man transmutes gold from lead,
Our God quickens my child's life so that her Spirit now survives 
Even though she too, like God's own Son, once was deemed dead,
Through God's Glorious Grace, she now  has been made Alive!

By God's Grace, while still on this earth, this mother's broken heart survives…
And I too someday will live again and see that my child thrives!

God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

~Psalm 147:3

Poem - The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul - Angie Bennett Prince - January 4, 2015

Scripture quoted in poem:

New International Version
"A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."

~Matthew 2:18 NIV

New International Version
This is what the LORD says: "A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."

~Jeremiah 31:15 NIV

1st Graphic:

~Artwork by Mark Lawrence based on Psalm 147:3:

Also found at bing.com:


2nd Graphic:

Artwork by Karen Holland based on Psalm 147:3

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds curing their pains and their sorrows. Psalm 147:3

Found on

Thursday, January 1, 2015

~Blessed New Year 2015~ Being Held...

Sweet thoughts found on Facebook tonight when I am feeling speechless...

On Joy and Sorrow

~Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain...

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is there too, simply asleep upon your bed...

They are both sacred, sorrow and joy.




Merry Katherine (age 18) and me,
Thanksgiving 2005
I would have her with me
less than 1 more year...

Thanks to our Lord,
some sweet Day,
I will hold her in my arms again!


~May you have a very Blessed New Year~

May our Lord hold you 
in the shadow of His wings...

1st, 2nd, & 3rd graphic ~ thanks to

Picture ~ mine

4th graphic, thanks to
Psalm 36:7

5th graphic, thanks to
He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.. Psalm 91:4

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Blessed Christmas! Spending Christmas without Merry...

Blessed Christmas!

Spending Christmas without Merry

There are no halls decked with holly
There are no people looking jolly…

There is no door bedecked with a wreath
Just two people swamped with grief…

There are no packages under a tree
And there's no tree, just you and me…

Life is not a bowl, and it has no cherry
Since we lost our child, our darling Merry…

There are Christmas cards from a few friends
Though you find friends are few when your child's life ends…

We do order movies, but they are all about grief,
For shedding our tears does bring us some relief…

There is no shopping, for we find we need no presents;
We just need mourning time as we long for our Merry's presence…

There is no church we can attend,
For, filled with Child-Loss Grief, we find there's no room in the Inn…

But, we do find our Savior hovering near
He brings us grace and even lends His sweet cheer…

For you see, tastes all change when your child dies;
All we need is comfort, and our Lord to wipe our eyes...

He surrounds us with constant reminders of His love
In His scriptures for the brokenhearted filled with Comfort from Above…

He reminds us there's sweetness in our grief with echoes from Above
Because when each tear falls, it's all about the child we both so deeply love…

And somehow He lets us know He understands
For the Son of God was also the Son of man…

For our Lord who was born on that first Christmas night
Was surrounded from day one with Death's horrendous blight…

He too was wounded and acquainted with grief
He knew the feelings of despair that brought Him no relief...

His Father, too, knows our pain from the very bottom of His heart
Because He too lost His precious Child, and the whole world turned dark…

The Holy Spirit comes and joins us in our pain;
He recognizes our grief in each wordless groan He makes…

So somehow, as this Christmas day draws near
Though our hearts are torn without our Merry here,
Our hearts are comforted as God: the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
So tenderly draw near…

Merry, precious Merry, how we miss you our sweet child
Though seasons come and seasons go,
Whether spring winds, summer rains, fall chills, or winter snow,
Our Lord understands that without you our darling child,
Our spirits, this side of Heaven, will be forever riled…

So my bereaved friends, amidst your grief and pain,
May you remember that our God and Savior do truly understand...

With our Lord's sweetest blessings,

 Merry Christmas to all 
a God-Blessed and -Comforted New Year!

Poem - Spending Christmas without Merry ~Angie Bennett Prince - December 18, 2014

Top picture, thanks to

Bottom picture, thanks to

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Wednesday's Woe - Family Doubts

Wednesday's Woe

Family Doubts

Family Doubts 


Veiled Threats to add to our Troubles 
their Troublesome Holiday "Gifts"

There are no words to help you understand
What this life of Child-Loss grief and trauma is all about;
If you really knew, you would not command
Me to prove my love for you beyond all doubt.

It is all I can do each day to survive
Now going on eight years without my child;
I work hard each day just to stay alive
As my heart-soul-and-spirit have been left in a pile.

How can people be so clueless
As they puff up their chest in self-righteousness,
While we child-loss grievers are left to mourn,
Our souls by their self-righteous arrows now left further battered and torn...

We do not have sufficient words 
To explain this raw grief and trauma to ourselves,
Much less do we have the energy to find defensive words 
To explain ourself to their self-righteous selves.

Is it any wonder we withdraw from the world
When we have lost our hearts 
Along with our boy or girl?

Poem - Family Doubts ~Angie Bennett Prince - December 2, 2014

Grief picture, thanks to

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Wednesday's Woe - 8th Year "Angelversary" of Merry Katherine Commemorated or "Uncle Nary"

Wednesday's Woe

8th Year "Angelversary" 


Merry Katherine 



"Uncle Nary"

8/2: It was her death date
What could I say?
Words alone could not relate…

But then through my son I got the word…
My only grandchild's
words were heard…

Her mother, on the phone,
The child, my 3-year-old grandchild's
Words would atone…

Emulating her mommy, she too spoke
On her imaginary phone
to "Uncle Nary" (our grief she'd stoke... )

She told her mother, she had talked
to "Uncle Nary,"
But her mother balked…

"Who is that?!" she quickly said;
The child pointed to a picture
of Aunt Merry, 8 years now dead…

The aunt she'd never actually met
She had "talked" to...
Accompli fete *

Merry Katherine's daddy, today, to this poem aptly replied…

"2/8, the day I was born,
8/2, the day that I died…"

Yes, my child, though our hearts still moan 
As you are 8 years away from us, the heart of our Heaven-sent 3-year-old grandchild
Sends a sweet reminder to us ~that your spirit indeed 
.....does live on...

May God our great Comforter, and your great Rescuer, grant us the strength to 
.....continue on…
It gives my heart much sweet peace to know that you are safely There,
And our God, as ever, 
.....is still upon His Throne!

*" accompli, fête " - poetic-licensed version of French phrase, 
"fête accompli"  loosely translated: 
"Feat accomplished," 
"Commemoration perfectly accomplished"!

Poem ~ 8th Year "Angelversary" of Merry Katherine Commemorated, or "Uncle Nary" ~ Angie Bennett Prince - 9/2014

Drawing Artwork: 

'peace'  ~Loui Jover 

via ~Saatchi Online, found on Pinterest:


In writing my poem...
Before writing this 3-line stanza poem about my child, I was inspired as I read that Edward Hirsch, one of my favorite modern poets, in writing about the loss of his 22-year-old son Gabriel in 2011, 

"(h)e found an organizing principle in the model of three-line stanzas. He liked that each stanza had a beginning, a middle, and an end. Usually, the three-line stanza is 'a dialect of the underworld,' Eavan Boland pointed out to me. 'A signal that the poem is about grief.' This is mainly because it invokes terza rima, the three-line rhyming scheme of the 'Divine Comedy.' Dante’s lines rhyme aba, bcb, cdc, and so on, but Hirsch’s lines are unrhymed."

Saturday, August 2, 2014

8 Years Ago Today... Your "Heaven Day" ~ A Poem to Merry Katherine on Her 8th Year in Heaven ~ "Your Living, Loving Smile"

8 Years Ago Today...

Your "Heaven Day"

A Poem to my Baby Girl in Heaven

Today, a precious Treasured Sister-of-the-Heart sent me this enlarged picture of Merry Katherine and her beautiful smile which inspired the following poem to my baby girl about our hearts after eight years of missing her. 

Thank you to Melody Robinson Hill {{{Adam}}} for your loving "Heaven Day" gift to me; I treasure your faithful friendship and your loving heart toward this fellow grieving mother!

Your Living, Loving Smile

Eight years ago, you went from our home to His,
from our hands to His,
but what I am thankful for is this:
Though you left our home, you never left our heart:
You're here to stay, from now through all eternity,
for Love never ends!
Come what may, it flows and it bends
though the trails become weary
and the strength becomes weak,
the eyes remain teary
and our Lord we continuously seek,
the Love remains;
it is God's gift...

The heart is strained,
but Love gives it a lift,
For Love is of God
and thus Love is eternal;
Though through Grief we still trod
(God knows its depths are infernal),
our hearts are alight
when we "see" your sweet smile,
for despite our dire plight
you still walk with us each mile:
In the depths of my tears,
you sense my deep pain;
then you simply "appear"
and my pain quickly wanes,
for I know you are There
(which quells my despair)
and I sense your new peace
which quashes my pain~
I sense the release
in your soul from all strain!
Thank you for coming
each time Mommy's so sad;
it's hard to endure
when I'm feeling so bad.

But your love is sure
to bring Mommy back
from the agony of loss
to the ecstasy that you're back (!)
walking hand in hand with me
in the face of grief's attack,
ever reminding me 
you are now in a Place
that is ever full of sweet peace
as daily, our Lord, you see face to face,
enjoying constant companionship
as there's no distance There,
but an intimate relationship
like living in prayer,
where no want or need
ever crosses your mind
for His love intercedes,
and His perspective you find.

I long to be There,
but I'll walk this road,
carrying my cross
bearing Grief's load,
for I know my Lord
will walk with me here,
fighting Grief's taunts with His fiery sword,
and through each of my meltdowns,
He'll lovingly meet me, to wipe every tear,
Soothing my heart, removing each frown,
for I know He has His work He wants me to do,
and He'll provide His strength
that will surely get me through.

And then one sweet Day,
He'll bring me Home too
when I'll hear my Lord tenderly say,
"Your baby's Here waiting for you!"
Until then, thank you sweet baby
for walking with me
and smiling so radiantly
until finally that Day when together we'll be!

Mommy loves you,
Daddy does too,
Rollin and Nathan are missing you too.
(What a wonderful reunion we will enjoy
when God opens up Heaven and restores all our Joy!)

Meanwhile God's love, and our love for each other will see us through,
While loving other parents whose angels are There today, playing with you, 
awaiting their Great Reunion with their loved ones too!

So up through the Heavens I'm blowing this kiss,
reminding you till Then, your presence we'll miss.

Thank you again for walking with me through each mile,
Loving your mommy by revealing your living, loving smile!

Poem - Your Living, Loving Smile - Angie Bennett Prince - August 2, 2014

Jesus said to her, 
"I am the resurrection and the life. 
He who believes in Me will live, even though he dies; 
and whoever lives and believes in Me will never die."

John 11:25-26