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Stay Awhile

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  Stay Awhile S. Ambrose, 2026 I’ve always been invited to a table. A place already made for me before I knew how to arrive. People willing to scoot over, pass the bread, Or ask me to stay a little longer. Yet somehow, I still kept looking around wondering, Will we outgrow each other? Will this disappear too? Maybe that’s what fear does. It teaches you to hold joy like it’s borrowed. To treat love like it has an expiration date. To keep one hand on the door, even while being welcomed in. But this table, This gathering of grace, of ordinary people choosing each other in ordinary ways, Keep  teaching me something different. Not through sermons. Not through speeches. But through small, sacred things. Shared meals. Serving one another. Late-night conversations. Checking in without being asked. Laughter loud enough to loosen grief from the body. The kind of honesty that doesn’t shame you for being human. The kind of love that doesn’t demand you perform to deserve it. And maybe that...
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Imprinted

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Inspired by the inward searching of  the mind in Augustine’s Confessions , Chapter 9 Imprinted S. Ambrose, 2026 Before breath Before we learned our name, There were caverns- Hidden chambers created in the mind, Carved deep by eternity itself. Imprinted. Intelligence divinely designed, Images await fulfillment through time. Sacred impressions resting beneath consciousness, Longing to be gathered into fullness. And God- He digs and draws out. He reveals what life conceals, Brings to light what eternity ordained. Through our senses, He unveils. Through our fractures, He restores. Through communion, He speaks Until the soul awakens. Memory is a composition, Wonderfully carried By a melody descending from Heaven to earth. Notes composed in garners, Within marvelous rooms filled with wisdom. In the inward places- Collecting, discerning, becoming. Through wonder, Through suffering, Through the turning of memory’s soil. Every ache, Every delight, Every unanswered longing Becomes part...
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Stand Still

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Stand Still S. Ambrose, 2026 Women of faith still get tired. Still feel discouraged. Still have moments where disappointment sits heavy on the chest And emotions try to convince us to give up. Exhaustion tells us to slow down. Heartbreak whispers, "Isolate." Failure screams, "You are unqualified!" But we get back up. Because calling was never built on feelings. Purpose was never dependent on Perfect thoughts, Perfect days, Or perfect strength. God knows every  weakness, every struggle, every moment That would make a woman almost quit, Yet he still calls us chosen. In fear In heartbreak In loss In uncertainty God calls women faithful. Resilient. Wise. Beloved. Capable. Strong. Dignified. Worthy. Grace-filled. Courageous. None of us has an easy story, But Heaven still calls a faithful woman blessed. Don’t let a hard moment Or hard people Make you forget who you are. Your faith is stronger than your feelings. And what God spoke over your life Still stands.
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"Write It Down"

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"Write It Down" So I do In journal margins stained from worship, In scribbles prayed in fading light, In unfinished thoughts that barely grip, In decoding sleepy words spoken through the night. I live by faith when blank pages lie open When silence lingers between lines. I trust the one to write what's unspoken Into places, echoing divine designs.  I write so others don't feel alone, For souls sprinting through sorrow Spiraling in the unknown, Or for those who see light in each tomorrow.  Inspired words do not belong to me,  God writes what my heart could never conceive. S. Ambrose, 2026 Inspired by Habakkuk 2:2-3 - A Sonnet of Obedience 
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Roots Before Fruit

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  Roots Before Fruit  We got hands full of half-efforts and hearts running on fumes. Calling it “faith” when really it’s fear Pretending to surrender. Because rebellion is not always loud. Sometimes it whispers. In hidden thoughts. In  compromising conviction Sometimes it sounds like “Yeah, I’m good.” when you haven’t prayed in weeks. And we keep asking God for revival while holding onto things He told us to bury. Dead habits. Dead mindsets. Dead versions of ourselves See, fruit doesn’t grow just because we want it to. Not if the roots are starving Faithfulness. Self-control. Gentleness. Those things don’t bloom because we learned church language or mastered good behavior. And honestly? Some of us know church better than we know God. You can’t checkbox your way into transformation. Fruit only comes from abiding. From staying connected to God when nobody’s watching. When there’s no stage. No spotlight. No filters Just you. And Him.  Because real growth? That do...
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