Showing posts with label Broken-hearted mothers and dads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Broken-hearted mothers and dads. Show all posts

Saturday, September 13, 2025

Grief Prayers

 

 I read an article by Lori Hatcher and she put in a anonymous quote about grief that said, “I felt like my body had been cut open and all my happiness pulled out.”

 

Is there anyone else that can relate to that quote? As we go toward this week when on the 20th it will be a year since I received the call that breaks a parent’s heart, it is very relatable to me.

 

We pray on Saturdays for those who have lost loved ones to death. The many senseless deaths in our nation and even our cities bring us once again to our knees. We must go back to the proverb of trusting the Lord with all of our hearts and leaning not on our own understanding. The evil is from the enemy of our souls. He is against our families, our nation and our very lives.

Many among us have lost loved ones, mates, children and young adult children. The most unnatural thing in the world they say is burying your child. I now, can attest to that as being so very painful.

 

Lord, send your strong father arms of comfort to those who are grieving.

Give them strong memories of good times with their loved one. Grief takes time and it is different for each person, so when we don't know what to say, praying is the best thing we can do. Though families are worn, give them new strength and vision for life. Give them the hope to press on and the ability to have joy again.

 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Restore Them to You

An old poem revisited dedicated to all you prayer partners and mothers and dads who need encouragement today. I actually feel like this is a song, but so far, I don't have a tune:)

Restore Them to You

 

Somebody’s Mother is praying

Hoping, God is hearing

What’s she’s saying

She’s on her knees begging,

 “I believe You can restore, Lord,

And make them pure again.

 

My children have went astray

Lord, how can they

 Live that way?

Spurning the love You give?

As if You don't exist.

 

I gave them a vision of You

Not perfect, But I tried,

You well know

The stresses of life

Seemed to rip us apart

As my dreams fell through

I clung to You

But they turned

The other way.

 

Oh Lord, how can they live that way?

How can I live loving them the way I do?

Wanting them to

Be Serving You

God, when will You

Make my dreams come true?

 

I'll not give up talking to You

Pleading, if that’s what I have to do

My children are precious gems

Not given for destruction

But You made them for peace

Not for the world but the Kingdom

 

Restore them to You,

Restore them to You,

Do what You must do,

Restore them to You.

 

The world gives darkness for light

The world shows pain as pleasure

A distorted view of fun

Satan has begun

To deceive

The elect’s offspring.

 

But all my children

Will be taught of the Lord

And great will be the peace of my children

As they walk with You

As they are restored to You

 

And they will say, “My Lord and my God”

It was You all along,

You've restored my song,

I will dance for You,

I'm restored to You,

Eternity is mine

 

 You were there all the time

Couldn't get you out of my mind,

I'm restored to You at last

I no longer live in the past

Or for this dark world.

 

It was You all along,

You've restored my song,

I will dance for You,

I'm restored to You,

Eternity is mine.

 

Somebody’s Mother is praying

Knowing, God has heard

What’s she was saying

You've restored my song,

And my children, too

I will dance for You,

I'm restored to You,

Eternity is ours.

 

Donna Collins Tinsley

Sunday, April 22, 2012

'Tonight I will break a Parent's heart" 7 people die daily from pill overdose in FL


I was reading Hebrews 13 in The Message and some of the verses made me think about the meeting of The Substance Abuse Task Force. I am always struck by the pain of the parents that have lost children to the disease of addictions. One man introduced himself as the father of a dead child; in this case it was not an addiction problem but kids celebrating their graduation.  How heartbreaking, and yet how many of us can say, "There but by the grace of God go I ?"  Many of us realize and try to prepare ourselves for the possibility of loss in our families, with recreational pills so prevalent in the younger generation. If you are in the Daytona area, please check out the Substance Abuse Task Force monthly meeting. I am asking people of faith and more from the Faith community to show up and start praying that our city will be a light on the hill that shows a different way to live. If you are a church leader who wants to help please post or message me and I will let you know who to contact:)
 
Hebrews 13:13-16 So let's go outside, where Jesus is, where the action is—not trying to be privileged insiders, but taking our share in the abuse of Jesus. This "insider world" is not our home. We have our eyes peeled for the City about to come. Let's take our place outside with Jesus, no longer pouring out the sacrificial blood of animals but pouring out sacrificial praises from our lips to God in Jesus' name.
 Make sure you don't take things for granted and go slack in working for the common good; share what you have with others. God takes particular pleasure in acts of worship—a different kind of "sacrifice"—that take place in kitchen and workplace and on the streets. Hebrews 13


I met the (still grieving a year later) father of this boy after the meeting. I didn't want him to leave that meeting thinking that his son's death was in vain. I knew it was hard for him to make the effort to come to the meeting but I was so glad he came. The only comfort I could give was to say I would pray for him, give him a hug and the words that seemed to help, "I know when your son woke up the morning before he didn't think or plan, 'Tonight I will break my father's heart.'" Although that was what happened it was a horrible accident, of kids using one drug, one time too many. Young people are not thinking when they use recreational drugs; they are just doing it to fit in with their friends. In some small way, please get the word out, "One time may be one time too many."



 Sometimes seeing a real face to go along with the story helps; this was someone's son:
http://www.news-journalonline.com/news/local/southeast-volusia/2011/06/02/new-smyrna-teen-taken-off-ventilator-dies-police-look-into-drug-connection.html