Mothers Undergoing Grief Support - MUGS

04/14/2026

Our next meeting will be April 29 in Gail at 11:30 with simple pot luck and great fellowship!🤗

01/28/2026

Our first get together of 2026 will be take place tomorrow, Jan. 29, in Gail at 11:30. Simple pot luck! ☕️

10/23/2025

Our next MUGS meeting will be Tuesday, October 28 in Gail at 11:30 with a simple potluck. Please share with any mom who you think might be interested in joining us. ☕️

09/26/2025

It’s ok to not be ok. God can handle it✝️🙏

04/15/2025

Just a reminder!
We will have our MUGS support group together on Tuesday, April 22, in Gail at the First Baptist Church activity building. Starts at 11:30 with a simple pot luck. We just enjoy a meal and visit. Very laid back and casual. Just support knowing we are surrounded by other women who completely understand the new path we are having to walk. For more information, call Cindy at 806-759-3461 ✝️

11/28/2024

Such a beautiful way to express the feelings when our grief invades our day, especially around the holidays. May you feel God’s arms holding you tightly!

All of you who are suffering from loss are with me everytime I write. I know I can't know your exact pain, not really. No one can. But I feel you, and I feel your heartache. So between my empathy and my own pain, I'm able to go to this place where I know as much as I can without being in your shoes. I pray my words help you to know you're not alone. 😘❤
~Chris
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GRIEF DRIPS UNTIL YOU POUR

And, sometimes,
even when you're better,
you remember
you're not.

Especially now,
when the chill moves in
and scoots over for
harvest's celebration.
Especially now,
when the first snow
gives way to
holiday excitement.

It appears in flashes,
blips,
a sudden overwhelming woosh,
a feeling like deja vu.

It travels through time,
past the throat
across the chest
into the heart,
pausing a brief moment
at nostalgia
and landing at the back door of lost love
where pain lives.

It rarely knocks,
instead blowing right in,
bowling you over
crushing your chest
trampling through memory
searching for an exit
searching for vanquishment.

And the tears fall
because there's no way
to stop them.

You cry
for the bittersweet beauty
of what was,
the anguish
of what can no longer be,
the heartache
of what wasn't allowed.

You cry
for what you never imagined,
for what you can't understand,
for what you've been forced to accept.

You cry
until you feel better.

But, sometimes,
even when you're better
you remember again
that you're not.
Not really,
not today,
not in this moment,
not at this time of year.
Not when love gathers around tables
and laughter holds hands with togetherness
and gratitude decorates hearts everywhere.

And you don't just cry,
you cry the dammed up tears
of all the times
(and even the years)
you didn't let yourself cry.
And you let yourself go there and swim in the unfairness,
melted into memory,
until the past slowly melts into the present,
until the wings of angels brush away your tears,
until the arms of God wrap you in love,
until you have NO more tears to cry.

And you tell yourself you're better,
even though you're not,
not really,
because your grief
still drips.

Like that annoying leaky faucet,
your grief drips,
until
eventually
it insists,
once again,
that
you
pour.

© Christine Colyer - Writer
2023

07/13/2024

This is why MUGS was established ✝️💜

06/14/2024

Our next meeting is Tuesday, June 25, in Gail at 11:30. Simple potluck.

06/03/2024

Summer retreat!! Please share with any one who might be interested. We had a wonderful time last fall and expect an even better trip in July!

05/04/2024

We will have our next meeting this coming Tuesday, May 7, in Gail at 11:30. Easy pot luck. Please come join us if you are available. Mother’s Day is a very difficult one!!✝️💜