A Grieving Mother's Easter

It was so dark that Easter Friday,
When they laid His body down.
As though the hope of all creation,
Went with Him into the ground.
And she wept a bitter weeping,
Only a mother’s grief can know.
For this savior was her baby.
She had loved and watched him grow.

It was so dark that Easter Friday,
When we laid her body down.
As though the sunshine of a lifetime,
Went with her into the ground.
And I wept a bitter weeping
Only mother’s loss can know.
For she had been my little girl,
I’d loved and watched her grow.

Now when Easter comes it pains me,
To see brightly colored eggs.
For the coming of this season,
Softly fills my heart with dread.
For when everyone is celebrating,
The resurrection found,
This season marks the painful day,
I laid my daughter down.

But how bright that Easter Sunday,
When He rose up from the earth.
All creation felt the glory,
Of new hope and life re-birthed.
But none as deep emotion,
As the joy in Mary’s face.
To see her child back again,
For one more sweet embrace.

Oh how bright will be the sunrise,
When we rise up from this earth.
All the world will know His glory,
As creation is re-birthed.
But the deepest of emotion,
Is seen on a mother’s face.
To have my child back again,
Once more in my embrace.

For the joy of this reunion,
I believe and I will wait,
I’ll trust He doeth all things well,
Though He give or though He take.
Cause one day I’ll see my girl again,
With sparkle in her eyes,
Then I will hold her in my arms,
To never say, Good Bye.

For what we celebrate at Easter,
Is not left within the grave.
It is joy that’s daily given,
And more joy that still awaits.
Yet, all this is only possible,
Because of Easter’s pain.
When He was buried with our loss,
And resurrected with our gain.


By Marie Morrow
 
 
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Be at rest, oh my soul. The Lord hath dealt kindly with you. The pain of this world has made you afraid, but come now, take refuge in my Lord. You have been brought low, but you will rise again. The storm is past, the waters abated. Do not fear to come out now and bask in the light once again. Do not hide in the dark any longer. Let the sun shine on your face. Let the freshness blow in your hair.

See now, even the birds give once again their song and squirrels rebuild their nests. The devastation is past. That which was broken will be rebuilt. New shoots come forth where the broken branches fell. The flood water recedes, washing away the debris. Once again the elements come into order and balance is restored.

Be at rest, oh my soul. Do not fear to build again, for you will have many good years left, years to bless and to be blessed. Rise from the mud now. Lift your heart from the tears. Whisper softly to your heart to yield to life and beat again.

Dear heart, so crushed and torn. So tenderly you have loved, and so terribly and fully broken. Beat again, my heart. Pick up again your steady pace. You will flow with life once more. You will once again be full and generous, with much love yet to give.

Whisper these words, soft lips of mine. Speak these words to my soul. The voices of cruelty are many. Dark and hideous their voices whisper of doubt and fear, of death and defeat. Speak out sweet lips and silence your advisories. Speak a word of hope and strength to lift this weary soul. Be strong and remember the songs of your youth. Please sing them once more to me. Tell of the glories and joys of my God, that my heart would not faint.

Dear eyes that have been so long in the dark, with no color or light. Emerge from the shadows, uncover your face, and let your sight adjust to the sunshine. Do not fear to lift your gaze, to see beauty in the world all around you. There is much beauty yet to be seen, new sights yet to be discovered. Look up, my eyes, and look to the horizon, to the wonders of life that are yet to come.


By Marie Morrow

 
 
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The Hopeful Answer
By Marie Morrow

Hate is so loud, and so easily gets our attention. It is amplified and surrounds us, overwhelming our senses. Looking at the news, it was all I could see, and I despaired at the state of our world.

Yet for every single act of evil, there are many more good people appalled at the atrocities and wanting to make things right. For every lone bomber, there are hundreds willing to jump into action to help save their fellow man. Media creates such hype about the acts of hate. Yet with each terror attack, countless stories emerge of ordinary people being heroes, making sacrifices for complete strangers, and reaching out to offer aid and comfort. Compassion and kindness are most revealed in times of pain and trouble.

Hate may be loud, but goodness is so very bright. It is the silent sun that rises every morning and the soft colors that bathe the world at sunset. Love shines on in this world day after day, through loving mothers, doting fathers, dedicated teachers, brave firefighters, and caring nurses. It is the person who donates a kidney, adopts an orphan, digs a well, rescues the helpless and fights for justice. We can see it in a kindly grandmother or the innocence of a child’s eyes. It bursts forth in the creativity of an artist and the inspiration of a writer.

I have come to see that a portion of love and goodness are innate in our very humanity, a faint imprint left by the one who created us in His image. Perhaps just laying dormant, waiting to be fully realized.

Love is not loud. It does not seek attention or boast of its power. Goodness does not make a big splash on the evening news. For the most part, love and goodness go quietly, unseen, as they daily wrestle against the tide of evil. Yet despite great opposition, goodness fights on all around us. An addict decides to try one more time and a victim gets back up again. A couple works to restore a broken marriage and a city rallies to rebuild after a tragedy.

Pain and sorrow are very great. Yet joy remains abundant in this world, the laughter of children, the excitement of newlyweds, the family playing tag in the park, and the joyful worship of praise to God. Our differences are many, yet across the globe, countless people are crossing ethnic and societal boundaries, aligning together in common cause, to stand against prejudice, to guard our freedom, to protect our environment, and to fight for change where ever it is needed. No matter how dark the night, the dawn silently pushes back the darkness and defiantly says, we cannot be beaten.

This is the overlay of grace, the light that cannot be vanquished and the songs that cannot be silenced. Yes, Satan may make a lot of noise. But this is God’s world, and it is good.


 
 

Infant Hope
My Christmas Morning Peace

The world was still as dark that night.
The Roman grip was just as tight.
Not much had changed for poor and week.
Their lot in life was just as bleak.
 They sought a savior strong and wise,
To heal their hurts and hear their cries.
Instead they heard a tiny peep,
From little infant fast asleep.
How could the hope of all the land,
Be held within such tiny hands.
For thirty years would come and go,
Still waiting for that gift to grow.
Yet, changes great have come on earth,
Because of that small infant birth.

Today we want what’s fast and strong.
To ease our pain and right our wrongs.
Yet answers to our prayers are born,
Just as they were on Christmas morn.
A seed of hope so frail and small,
That does not seem like much at all.
Yet such a tiny seed of hope,
Will someday be a mighty oak.
So do not cry and do not moan,
When miracles are not yet grown.
For God has given us His grace,
As smiling from an infant face.
And if we wait, then time will tell,
Of God with us, Emanuel.

By Marie Morrow
Christmas Day, 2015

 
 
From a Grieving Mother

In the Beginning, when there was nothing, You created the Heavens and the Earth.
You started with darkness, deep waters and formless void.
Lord, darkness covers and surrounds me now like a formless void.
I am drowning in deep waters where there is no life.
I feel as though no good can come from this place.
Then I remember, that when You wanted to create a beautiful world,
You started with darkness and deep waters.
This is the black canvas on which you paint the glory of the morning sunrise.
It was from this dark place that You first spoke life into being.
You speak and the world awakens.
You speak and dry land rises out from the deep.
You speak and baron ground becomes a lush garden.
You speak and the dark of night is filled with stars.
You speak and the deep oceans come to life with wonder and beauty.
Then You speak and the quiet garden erupts with the song of bird and beast.
And best of all, You speak and we come to life, as a man or woman created in Your own image.
Heavenly Father, creator of all things, speak now into my darkness and bring my world to life.
Lift my lifeless form from the dust and breathe into me Your breath of life.
Let the end result of all of this be a new life that is created to bare your image.
Creator, I listen in hope for You to speak life and then I will echo your words, “It is Good”.

By Marie Morrow

 
 
Even the black of the darkest night
Loses strength at the coming of dawn.
Eventually spring must be born anew,
Though the winter seams so hard and long.

In spite of the fury of the raging storm,
When its deafening winds rage against you,
Peace will come in the stillness again,
When sunlight breaks through to refresh you.

There’s no sorrow too deep for God’s love to reach.
There’s no pain that His hand cannot heal.
Even the seeming impassable road,
Has a way through which He can reveal.

So hold on to hope, though the hope is so dim,
That its glow cannot even be seen.
The sun is not gone, it will soon rise again.
Things are never as bad as they seem.

By Marie Morrow

 
 
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Courage is not the absence of fear.  It is forging on in spite of your fear.  So how do we have courage?  Courage to face the road ahead, courage to do what we are afraid to do?  I think the answer can be summed up in one word, Vision.  Why?  For the same reason they say, "don't look down," if you're scared of heights.  You have to keep your eyes on the goal.  Look beyond the fear.

There is a popular TV show in the United States called Fear Factor, in which opponents will compete in various test of courage.  They have to accomplish certain feats under terrifying, grotesque, or horrible conditions.  Why would anyone in their right minds willingly submit themselves to such torment?  It's all in the goal.  –A $25,000 goal, to be exact.

But they are not the only ones.  Mountain climbers risk life and limb, under grueling conditions; enduring cold, hunger, exhaustion, and deprivation.  They climb for the goal; the thrill of reaching the top.

The apostle Paul tells how he was persecuted, stoned, imprisoned, beaten, and troubled on every side.  How did he find the courage to endure?  In Philippians 3:13 he tells us his secret.  "Forgetting those things which are behind (don't look back), and reaching forward to the things which are before.  I press toward the mark of the prize, of the high calling of God, in Christ Jesus our Lord."  That's the secret.  Press toward the mark. Keep your eyes on the prize.

This world is filled with sorrow and pain, and is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.  We must look beyond this life and focus solely on the prize.  For many of us Heaven seems so far away.  It is difficult to place a reality to it.  But the Heavenly vision is at the very core of faith, courage, and endurance.

Moses “endured as seeing Him who is invisible.”  Like any athlete, you have to picture that trophy, that prize.  As Paul said, "I have run a good race.  I have finished my course. Henceforth is laid up for me a crown of righteousness…"

This is what will give you the courage to make difficult choices to follow God, to face your fears, and to look beyond the troubles of today.  When fear takes hold of us we must have something solid to hold onto.  When our courage is weak, we must keep our eyes focused on the goal, the prize, the Heavenly vision.


Posted by Marie Morrow 

 
 
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They say that a sense of humor can help save the day & ease the tensions during difficult times. I think God has a sense of humor. After all, he created us, funny people.
Several years back we were going through a very stressful time, with three small children & number four due in a few weeks, circumstances were such that we needed to move out of the house we were living in. All our options were falling through & it seemed every door we knocked on had closed. I felt like Mary finding no room at the inn.
Each day that passed our situation became more desperate as things seemed to go from bad to worse. I had tried to keep faith. I tried to stay positive but I began to get discouraged. What was wrong? We had prayed so hard. How much worse could things get?
Then I had the strangest revelation. I knew it was God putting his sense of humor into an otherwise serious situation. I heard Jesus saying to me in true limbo style & rhythm, “How low can you go. How low can you go.”
In case you aren’t familiar with the limbo, it’s a dance that originated in the West Indies—sort of high jump in reverse. The dancers form a single file, bend backward from the knees, & move with a shuffling step under a horizontal bar that is lowered after each successive pass. Dancers are eliminated when they knock the bar down or loose their balance & fall as they pass under the bar. The dancer that goes under the lowest bar is the winner.
 I had to laugh as I imagined that limbo rod being lowered to the next rung. It gave me new courage to face my problems as a challenge. “How low can you go?” Not in a bad or despairing way, but in fun.
Life’s struggles are not meant to crush or break us. They are the challenges that help us to grow, the stretching of the muscles that make us more limber so we can play limbo like a pro.
I put on my smile. I lifted my chin and said, “I can do this. I can go a little lower. I haven’t   fallen yet & I’m still in the game.” Each time more bad news came and things got a little worse I would smile at my husband and say, “How low can you go.” It became sort of a joke & certainly helped to take the fear and tension away.
See, I was cheating. I knew that my Heavenly Father who had enough humor to give me this revelation, had his hand under my back so I couldn’t fall. He had it all under control & all I had to do was play the game. By this time I was feeling quite proud of myself for playing my limbo so professionally & nothing seemed quite so bad anymore.
Well, it shouldn’t surprise you to hear that we won the game, & as our prize, our dear Lord gave us exactly what we needed, a wonderful home just in time.

Posted by Marie Morrow