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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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See My Soul

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  See My Soul I want my heart to be seen Before anyone measures me Before numbers Before scales Before quiet glances that try to shape me Into something lighter to hold There’s already beauty within me It starts within my eyes  Because what I look toward What I pursue What I surrender to That's where real beauty lives I’m accepted now Not months from now Not after a transformation story Not in a before- and -after reveal Right now my soul is seen  And if one day I step on a scale and I’m lighter Let is be something that doesn’t Cost me my peace to gain Actually I want to gain Purpose Prayer Time The presence of God  Which already recognizes me I'll keep becoming my best Not for acceptance  But from it.  S. Ambrose, 2026
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Held

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  Held They gave me a title before they gave me a goodbye Called me “Teacher of the Year:  Like it was a crown that couldn’t slip. I believed they chose me as much as I chose them Believed in the applause, the handshakes, and the nods  That said , “you matter here!” Maybe my grief began when I trusted again It’s never about one loss Not a job Not people Not a place that once felt like purpose That tried to stitch stitched itself into my soul as if it were my No-  It’s about the moment I realized I was temporary again When I was told I was essential It’s about another ending season that didn’t announce itself.  The part no one prepared you for is How something can celebrate you and still let you go How people  can see your heart and still release you without trembling It’s not just grieving the breathing It’s grieving believing words again. –Then the memories flood in– Friendships that felt like family until they felt like distance Relationships that spoke i...
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