My name is Kristi Prince. I have been happily married for 31 years to my husband, Tim. We have 6 children on earth and a son who has been worshiping in Heaven at the feet of Jesus for two years now. This is my first experience with blogging, but I feel as though God has led me to share our story with others who have lost children so that together we might intentionally seek hope through our tragedy.
Some have said that life is a journey. Rarely does a journey take you on a straight path from point A to point B without a few unexpected twist and turns. “Redbirds in a Winter Tree” is about intentionally seeking hope while struggling with a very unexpected and unwelcome part of our life’s journey. On April 24, 2013 we lost our oldest son, Taylor. For those of you who have experienced the loss of a child, no matter the age, you know that this is a hurt like no other. You have been thrown on a path that seems arduous and unending; a path of chaos, confusion and obstacles that seem insurmountable as you struggle daily to just put one exhausted foot in front of the other. I wish that through this blog I could provide you a road map for your journey, but the truth is that I don’t know the best route for you to travel. Your odyssey will have detours and road blocks that are unique. My purpose in the blog is to be honest and transparent about our personal battle so that you might be better able to fight youris only One who can direct your path as you trust in Him with your whole heart. There is no understanding on your own.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6
He is our only Hope and the only way to find our way through the darkness is walking beside the Light of the World.
“Redbirds in a Winter Tree” came about as I literally cried out to God on one of my darkest days. One dreary January morning while my other children were still safe in their beds, I stood at my kitchen island with tears running down my face and told Him that I just couldn’t do this! I pleaded with Him to give me some glimmer of hope to hang onto even if just for the day. As I looked across our front lawn, sitting in the branches of a group of trees whose winter bare branches stretched out like gnarled arthritic fingers stiff from the bitter cold, sat four beautiful cardinals and two bluebirds. God’s voice was almost visible like the puffs of vapor that rise from speech in the chilling winter air. He spoke His peace over me, showing me that in the midst of winter there is the promise of spring. I knew then that I had to be intentional in seeking this hope everyday. This would help me to focus on Him rather than on my pain.
There are few days when I find this an easy thing to do. When your feet hit the floor in the morning after a restless night’s sleep, your first thought is of the exhaustion of facing another day of pain, tears, fear and anxiety. You would much rather crawl back in bed, but it’s not an option. Stop now and begin the day in prayer. Ask God to show you hope even in the small things. We must be intentional in our quest for hope and allow the river of grace to pour into our dark, hardened places, washing away our anger and depression. Let’s try to stay focused on the finish line as we navigate this obstacle course of grief. Of one thing we can be sure, that while our lives have been forever changed, the author of life is “the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.” Heb 13:8. “He is the Alpha and Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end,” Rev 22:13. He knows how the journey ends!
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” Romans 15:13
I may not know each of you personally, but our Comforter and God of Hope does! I promise to lift you up in prayer before Him daily.
In His Love,