Tag Archives: mourning

He Stoops Down To Me

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Hazelnut Coffee and Beautiful Promises❤️ You stoop down to make me great. Psalm 18:35b #perfectwaytobegintheday #unabashedhope #90DayswiththeBelovedDiscipleJohn #bethmoore #paneracoffee #toranisignaturesyrup #hazelnut #fiestajumbomug #ps1835

I Am Here

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I Am Here

I have not abandoned you to suffer in misery and angst. 

I Am here to comfort you.

I have not abandoned you to hunger and want. 

I Am here to provide all that you need.

I have not abandoned you in the midst of your pain and grief. 

I Am here to dry your tears.

I have not abandoned you stewing in your biting anger and cynicism. 

I Am here to plead for you with all that I Am. 

I have not abandoned you to languish in powerlessness and fear. 

I Am here to protect and defend you.  

I Am here.
Laurie Pontious-Andrews

John 14:18

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In You

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In You

I am no longer languishing in poverty, hunger, and neglect.

I am filled to overflowing and wholly satisfied.

I am no longer isolated, cut off, and afraid.

I am enveloped by the very warmth of Your presence.

I am no longer enslaved in a prison of shame and guilt.

I am liberated to come and go as my heart chooses.

I am no longer fodder and prey to the enemy.

I am sheltered, defended, and protected by Your hand.

I am no longer dismayed of the power of death.

I am alive eternally in You.

I am no longer lost, aimless, and alone.

I am held firmly where I belong in Your loving embrace.

I am no longer adrift in a sea of nothingness.

I am anchored securely by Your great love for me.

Laurie Pontious-Andrews

John 8:48-59
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One Who Has Been There

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“The bromides, platitudes, and exhortations to trust God from nominal believers who have never visited the valley of desolation are not only useless; they are textbook illustrations of unmitigated gall. Only someone who has been there, who has drunk the dregs of our cup of pain, who has experienced the existential loneliness and alienation of the human condition, dares whisper the name of the Holy to our unspeakable distress. Only that witness is credible; only that love is believable.” 
Brennan Manning – Ruthless Trust
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“Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.”

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“Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1-4 – Prayer/Promise

​To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven: A time to be born and a time to die… A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance…

Matthew 5:4 – Prayer/Promise

Blessed and enviably happy [with happiness produced by the experience of God’s favor and especially conditioned by the revelation of His matchless grace] are those who are willing to do the hard work of grieving and mourning, for they shall be comforted!

2 Corinthians 1:3-4a – Prayer/Promise

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of sympathy (pity and mercy) and the God [Who is the Source] of every comfort (consolation and encouragement), Who comforts (consoles and encourages) us in every trouble (calamity and affliction)…

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NACR Online Daily Meditation
Grieving

Jesus pronounced a blessing on people who are courageous enough to grieve. Nothing could be more surprising than this. When we grieve, we often feel like spiritual failures. But God sees things differently. From God’s perspective, mourning is valued. It is an occasion for blessing. It comes with the opportunity for comfort.

To be comforted is to be held in the safety of arms you trust. To be comforted is to weep and rage in the company of someone who loves us. The hard edges of the pain are soothed. Strength and hope return in some measure. Healing begins.

Grieving is a commitment to the hard work of facing reality and allowing ourselves to feel the full range of emotions God has given us. It is painful work. But it is work that is blessed by God.

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The Topography of Tears
Rose-Lynn Fisher

The Topography of Tears is a study of 100 tears photographed through a standard light microscope. The project began in a period of personal change, loss, and copious tears. One day I wondered if my tears of grief would look any different from my tears of happiness – and I set out to explore them up close, using tools of science to make art and to ponder personal and aesthetic questions.

Years later, this series comprises a wide range of my own and others’ tears, from elation to onions, as well as sorrow, frustration, rejection, resolution, laughing, yawning, birth and rebirth, and many more, each a tiny history.

The random compositions I find in magnified tears often evoke a sense of place, like aerial views of emotional terrain. Although the empirical nature of tears is a chemistry of water, proteins, minerals, hormones, antibodies and enzymes, the topography of tears is a momentary landscape, transient as the fingerprint of someone in a dream. This series is like an ephemeral atlas.

Roaming microscopic vistas, I marvel at the visual similarities between micro and macro realms, how the patterning of nature seems so consistent, regardless of scale. Patterns of erosion etched into earth over millions of years may look quite similar to the branched crystalline patterns of an evaporated tear that took less than a minute to occur.

Tears are the medium of our most primal language in moments as unrelenting as death, as basic as hunger, and as complex as a rite of passage. They are the evidence of our inner life overflowing its boundaries, spilling over into consciousness. Wordless and spontaneous, they release us to the possibility of realignment, reunion, catharsis: shedding tears, shedding old skin. It’s as though each one of our tears carries a microcosm of the collective human experience, like one drop of an ocean.

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On Another’s Sorrow
William Blake

Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow’s share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird’s grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear,

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast;
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant’s tear;

And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

He doth give His joy to all;
He becomes an infant small;
He becomes a man of woe;
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by;
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

O! He gives to us His joy
That our grief He may destroy;
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

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An End to the Study of War

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An End to the Study of War

A captive to the study of war.
Days of deep darkness
An unbearable burden.

Replaying every frame
Of every assault, every battle
Over and over again.

Trying to make sense
Of the inexplicable.
Unable to stop the insanity.

Dredging unhealed wounds
Clawing at the brokenness
Seated in the ashes.

Bravely suffering through the grief.
Doing the difficult work of mourning.
Feeling deeply – pain, anger, injustice.

Learning the art of letting go.
Releasing all to the One
Who listens, comforts and heals.

No longer given to the study of war.
Laying down the weaponry
For the study of peace.

Unshackled from the clutches
Of exploitation and oppression
Of past assailants and abusers.

No longer imprisoned under tyranny,
Discovering the beautiful gift of
Thinking on things worthy and pure.

Things that fill the heart with hope,
Flood the soul with inspiration,
And give birth to creativity and artistry.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

Job 2:8 – And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself, and he sat [down] among the ashes.

Philippians 4:8 – For the rest, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious, if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on and weigh and take account of these things [fix your minds on them].

Philippians 4:8 – Fix your thoughts on what is true and good and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely, and dwell on the fine, good things in others. Think about all you can praise God for and be glad.

Down by the Riverside
Old Time Gospel Song 1918

Well, I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield, (Where?) down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield, (A-ha) down by the riverside
I’m gonna study war no more

I ain’t a gonna study war no more, I ain’t a gonna study war no more
I ain’t a gonna study war no more, I ain’t a gonna study war no more
I ain’t a gonna study war no more, I ain’t a gonna study war no more

“I ain’t a gonna study war no more.”