We can grieve with hope. 1 Thess. 4:13

Hello Friend,

I am so sorry if you are here because you are in the middle of the grieving process...so am I.

I wanted to create this page so if a hurting friend stopped by my blog, they could quickly and easily read my posts on grief.--They are About how God is drawing me close to him through my grief. Grief is not depression, it is God's instrument of healing our broken hearts. He is able to use the dark night of our soul to draw us close to him. If we commit to trusting him through our most difficult and dark seasons he will never let us down. Jesus will take our brokenness and make us whole. He will redeem the years that have been robbed from us. He promises to never leave us or forsake us. If you are in anguish of heart, read these post on grief and know that you are not alone. I am walking this sometimes weary path with you. 

Grief is not a disorder, a disease or sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve." -Earl Grollman

You can click on this link to read my post on grief
They are sometimes raw and emotional....they are my heart
being poured out on a computer as a prayer.
You are not alone in your grief...many other have walked
here. There are countless testimony's of those that have gone through the fire and have used their pain for good. Do not give up on Jesus, he will never give up on you!

This Link  to the Bereaved mommies link-up, You will find lost of  blogs on their of grieving  mommies. The greatest comfort for me has been Knowing I am not alone.

If you want the true account( in correct order), of how I coped, go to the oldest post first.

http://teshastreasures.blogspot.com/search/label/grief

I know that in my darkest hour Jesus is with me, never leaving or forsaking me. Jesus is not intimidated by my mourning, he knew it would come. He can handle the frankness of my feelings. He also is intimately acquainted with suffering. He dose not scold or rebuke me for my lack of faith, He loves me and weeps with me. He even promised one day my mourning will end. Jesus did not have a peaceful, joyfully life on earth with worldly comforts. He came to be a living sacrifice for us and to die for us. Jesus knows the anguish of my soul. He is not far off watching my misery. He is not saying " You need to pull your self together Tesha". No not at all, he is sitting beside me holding my hand whispering in my ear his love and promises. He is telling me that I do not walk this dark path alone. He has tasted sorrow, suffering and death.


If you are a friend or family member to some one struggling with grief please read the post on the link above. It will help you to understand that, Grief is real., deep and God given gift for healing. Let your loved one's grieve. Just love them as they do it. 

LOVE IS A VERB-- NOT A WORD!  


The Compassionate Friends

Steven L. Channing
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

The Compassionate Friends
I can tell by that look, friend, that you need to talk,
So come take my hand and let's go for a walk.
See, I'm not like the others; I won't shy away,
Because I want to hear what you've got to say.
Your child has died, and you need to beheard,
But they don't want to hear a single word.
They tell you your child's "with God," so be strong.
They say all the "right" things that somehow sound wrong.
They're just hurting for you and trying to say
They'd give anything to help take your pain away.
But they're struggling with feelings they can't understand,
So forgive them for not offering a hand.
I'll walk in your shoes for more than a mile.
I'll wait while you cry and be glad if you smile.
I won't criticize you or judge you or scorn,
I'll just stay and listen 'til your night turns to morn.
Yes, the journey is hard and unbearably long,
And I know that you think that you're not quite that strong.
So take my hand 'cause I've got time to spare,
And I know how it hurts, friend, for I have been there.
See, I owe a debt you can help me repay
For not long ago, I was helped the same way.
And I stumbled and fell thru a world so unreal,
So believe me when I say that I know how you feel.
I don't look for praise or financial gain
And I'm sure not the kind who gets joy out of pain.
I'm just a strong shoulder who will be there 'til the end.
Someone who will be your compassionate friend.

Please be gentle

©1999 Jill B. Englar
rewritten with permission of the author

Please be gentle with me for I am grieving...
the sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away...

Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day...
My heart is heavy with sorrow...

I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask "WHY"...
At times my grief overwhelms me and I weep bitterly..

So great is my loss...

Please don't turn away from me
or tell me to move on with my life...
I must embrace my pain before I can heal...

Companion me through my tears...
sit with me in loving silence...
honor me where I am on this journey...

Don't forget me or my child...
Listen patiently to my story...
I may need to tell it over and over again...
It's how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss...

Nurture me though the weeks and months ahead...
Forgive me when I am distant or inconsolable...
A Small flame still burns inside my heart...

Memories trigger both laughter and tears...
There is no right or wrong way to grieve...

We each must find our own paths...
but... please will you walk beside me?

Thank you Lord, for all that I learn from my brokenness...
and for the courage it takes to live with my pain...
and for the strength it has taken to stay on shore...


What Makes A Mother?

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a mother;
And I know I heard him say:
A mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God, can you be a mother
When your baby's not with you?
Yes, you can, He replied
With confidence in His voice.
I give many women babies;
When they leave is not their choice.
Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb;
But there's no need to stay.
I just don't understand this, God
I want my baby here!
He took a breath and cleared His throat,
And then I saw a tear.
I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say...
"We go to earth to learn our lessons
Of love and life and fear
My Mommy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.
"I feel so lucky to have a Mom
Who had so much love for me;
I learned my lesson very quickly,
My Mommy set me free.
"I miss my Mommy oh so much
But visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow there I lay.
"I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear;
"Mommy don't be sad today,
I'm your baby and I'm here."
So you see, my dear sweet one,
Your children are okay.
Your babies are here in My home,
And this is where they'll stay.
They'll wait for you, with Me
Until your lesson there is through,
And on the day that you come home
They'll be at the gates for you.
So now you see what makes a mother;
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.
Though some on earth may not realize,
Until their time is done.
Remember all the love you have
And know that you are a SPECIAL MOM!
Anonymous

6 comments:

Annette said...

Oh Tesha, I just clicked the link to this page and read through it for the first time with tears streaming down my cheeks! I am so grateful for what you share! God is using you!

Trennia said...

(((hugs)))

Glenys Robyn Hicks said...

Here is a link to a poem I wrote for my twins, but it is also for any parents who have lost a baby! May you find comfort soon! Blessings, Glenys

http://morningcuppas.blogspot.com.au/2009/05/little-angel.html

Kim Croisant said...

Thank you so much for stopping by my Mommie...AGain blog and leaving a brief message. Your message didn't indicate that you were a new follower, but I wanted to visit your blog just in case you were so I could follow you back.

Anyway, the reason why I am a Mommie...Again is b/c I lost my adult son not even 2 yrs ago and we are raising his son.

When I get a moment I will come back to read your blog in its entirely.

We can grieve together my friend.
You do have a lovely family and I love you blog.

God puts people in my lives when I least expect it.

Have a great day.

Kim (Mommie...again)

twisteddomesticgoddess said...

Such beautiful poems and the last one is my favorite. I lost a son almost 9 years ago and my heart still grieves. I have been blessed with other children as well as another one on the way now,but I know my sweet baby Reed is with me still too. Your story is so touching and I commend you for sharing it with all of us. Know you are in my prayers.

Kristy Quinn said...

Hi Tesha, I stumbled across your Blog and read about your loss. I wanted to send you a virtual hug and that I am sorry. I have lost 4 babies. Three before I was 10 weeks pregnant, but one when I was 19 weeks. My experience was different from yours. Sadly I never got to see my baby or even know the sex. The doctor I had was awful. When my body didn't go into labor after a mere 12 hours of having a cervix softener he scheduled me for a D&E. I didn't even know what that was. That was 6 years ago. To this day I am in so much pain emotionally. When I found out what a D&E was and what they did with my baby's remains I was so mad at myself. I too amd a devout Christian and I know the power of our Lords healing, but I would be lying if I said that all these years later I'm not still in deep pain. I want so badly to know what sex my baby was. I was never really able to grieve. Anyway, I wanted to say hello and tell you that you are now in my prayers and heart.

Kristy
http://raisinggodlydaughters-kristy.blogspot.com/

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