Work of Hearts

Two and a Half Weeks S. Ambrose, 2025 Two and a half weeks since the ground gave way, Since you boxed up my future and asked me to pray. Trust shattered loud and fear opened wide, But in the unknown, my faith and courage refused to hide. The doors you slammed shut echoed with doubt, But I chose to believe God would work it all out. Each morning I woke up and whispered a plan, Placing each step in the grip of a far greater Hand. There were tears laced with hope, heartache, and fight, Some shimmered with promise like a rainbow's light. Then, deep in my stillness, I heard a clear call: “Don’t give up now, I’ve been here through it all.” When windows of opportunity swung open wide, I could finally breathe; my fear stepped aside. Not just one offer came, but the blessings of three! More than I asked for, more than I dreamed to see. Two and a half weeks — I fought through a surprise storm. Faith was my shelter, and hope kept me warm. Protected by God's fierce flame, with joy I can...

A Championship Celebration for the 75th touchdown S. Ambrose, 2025 At 75, your legacy stands tall With meaningful stories and humor so bright. You've been a rock through it all, A dependable guy -A very bright light   You lead by doing, not just with talk. You showed how a man should be, Full of purpose with a humble walk. With wisdom, you've helped many find their Glee   Sports- your lifelong thread! Within Fields, on greens, in alleys, or on the court, You coached, played, Led, and bled To give each game your heart and full support.   My home was built on love and prayer With joy and faith within each hall. A sacred space, so rich and rare You showed me the love of Jesus since I was small.   You sparked my soul for youth ministry When you answered God's call, And the times when I couldn't clearly see- You reminded me that God is there through it all.   People still talk about the way that you led, Lives you touched, and hearts you've stirred. People listen to...

Radiant Resilience Shelly Ambrose A fiery flame flickers free Lighting the way for those who dare to see. She holds a spark within this world, A truth so raw, it won’t be hurled. She’s not afraid to show what's real, To flow and feel, her heart’s a wheel. She guards every piece of her heart, Protecting the peace that sets her apart. She’s learned lessons the hard way, No longer afraid to truthfully say: “I won’t sell my soul— Not for anyone, not for anything!” She’ll find her path within her own two feet. At times, she catches an unforgettable beat, Other times, she stumbles, loses the count, Remembering life’s rhythms still unfolding. Does she belong with those who’ve forgotten how to create, Living each day like it’s too late? Or does she belong where hope still gleams, Waking from the numbness of forgotten dreams? She only belongs with those who hear The rhythm that keeps hope near, A melody found beneath the noise, Beyond the glow of lights and lies. She knows life’s ...