Showing posts with label Kelsia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kelsia. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Life...
Beautiful...
underneath all pain.
Fragile...
you might not be here tomorrow.
Full...
of joy unspeakable and tears uncountable.
Blessed...
our life is not our own.
Hard...
the race takes commitment.
Rewarding...
oh, the small things that can bring a smile.
Delicate...
God's fingers interwoven in yours to hold you up.
Exciting...
God had amazing things in store for you.
Musical...
dance to the melody.
Frightening...
but his hand will hold you up as you continue into the unknown.
Challenging...
Whoever promised life would be fair?
Uncomprehendable...
from the way we were created to the many paths our lives take, who knows it?
Breathtaking...
in the smallest of things...a blooming flower, a colorful sunrise, a smiling person...
A gift...
what are you going to do with it?
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Healing Waters
Hi everyone! Kelsia and Cherie here.
For those of you who don't know, we've been working on writing a book for the past few years. Today we finally sent our manuscript in to a publishing company, so if you think about it, you can pray that if it's supposed to be published, God would work it out.
So what's this story about?
Well, the title is Healing Waters. Interwoven throughout the book are the story of Quinn, a young man who gave up hope when paralyzed in a motorcycle accident, and the Bible-times story of Zephi, an old crippled beggar who waits daily at the Pool of Bethesda for a chance to reach the waters that would heal him. Both are seeking healing waters, and the journey to find it may bring things they never expected.
So, what does it take to break a man?
What does it take to heal a man?
Wait and read our book to find out!
For those of you who don't know, we've been working on writing a book for the past few years. Today we finally sent our manuscript in to a publishing company, so if you think about it, you can pray that if it's supposed to be published, God would work it out.
So what's this story about?
Well, the title is Healing Waters. Interwoven throughout the book are the story of Quinn, a young man who gave up hope when paralyzed in a motorcycle accident, and the Bible-times story of Zephi, an old crippled beggar who waits daily at the Pool of Bethesda for a chance to reach the waters that would heal him. Both are seeking healing waters, and the journey to find it may bring things they never expected.
So, what does it take to break a man?
What does it take to heal a man?
Wait and read our book to find out!
Lift Up Your Eyes
by Kelsia
Driving along, watching the yellow lines stretch out in front of me, feeling the bright sunshine warm me through the window, taking in the deep blue sky without a cloud in sight . . .
I survey my lovely surroundings.
My heart should've been singing, my lips smiling and praising God, and I should've been excited about life. Wanting to embrace it, instead of wanting to give up.
My heart was heavy.
Walking along the dirt road, seeing the gravel stones blur beneath my feet as tears run down my cheeks, I struggle to be strong.
The sun is radiantly shining, the sky stretches out in deep blueness, but my heart is heavy.
Lying in the still of the night with my head down and tears soaking my pillow, I cry for the pain in my heart.
You've been there. Maybe it's asking "why" to God and your heart aching for Him to answer your prayer . . . you've tried to have faith and believed God would answer, but still His plans are different. You feel yourself growing desperate and angry, and you want to turn your back on God. Maybe it's the pain of surrendering something you hold close to your heart and know you need to release into God's hand, but you don't want to give it up. Maybe you're feeling like you can't go on in life, like there's too much to keep your head up -- the weight on your heart is pulling you down and your cup is void of joy. Maybe it's realizing the fact that dreams don't always come true like you thought they would. Instead God has you somewhere where you don't understand why He has you there . . . you feel your heart pulled toward where you want to go, but God hasn't directed otherwise, so you know you're supposed to be there and pour your heart into it.
Whatever you may be facing . . .
In these moments,
lift up your eyes.
Pray for grace and pray for strength.
Pray for God's hand to fill your cup overflowing.
Ask Him to carry you.
He will be your strength and hope.
He sees your tears, feels your pain, hears your heart's cry.
He cares, and loves you with an overflowing love.
It might not change what you're facing, but lift your eyes;
You will never face it alone.
This piece of writing was accepted by Relate magazine. Click here to read it on their website!
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Driving along, watching the yellow lines stretch out in front of me, feeling the bright sunshine warm me through the window, taking in the deep blue sky without a cloud in sight . . .
I survey my lovely surroundings.
My heart should've been singing, my lips smiling and praising God, and I should've been excited about life. Wanting to embrace it, instead of wanting to give up.
My heart was heavy.
Walking along the dirt road, seeing the gravel stones blur beneath my feet as tears run down my cheeks, I struggle to be strong.
The sun is radiantly shining, the sky stretches out in deep blueness, but my heart is heavy.
Lying in the still of the night with my head down and tears soaking my pillow, I cry for the pain in my heart.
You've been there. Maybe it's asking "why" to God and your heart aching for Him to answer your prayer . . . you've tried to have faith and believed God would answer, but still His plans are different. You feel yourself growing desperate and angry, and you want to turn your back on God. Maybe it's the pain of surrendering something you hold close to your heart and know you need to release into God's hand, but you don't want to give it up. Maybe you're feeling like you can't go on in life, like there's too much to keep your head up -- the weight on your heart is pulling you down and your cup is void of joy. Maybe it's realizing the fact that dreams don't always come true like you thought they would. Instead God has you somewhere where you don't understand why He has you there . . . you feel your heart pulled toward where you want to go, but God hasn't directed otherwise, so you know you're supposed to be there and pour your heart into it.
Whatever you may be facing . . .
In these moments,
lift up your eyes.
Pray for grace and pray for strength.
Pray for God's hand to fill your cup overflowing.
Ask Him to carry you.
He will be your strength and hope.
He sees your tears, feels your pain, hears your heart's cry.
He cares, and loves you with an overflowing love.
It might not change what you're facing, but lift your eyes;
You will never face it alone.
This piece of writing was accepted by Relate magazine. Click here to read it on their website!
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
Today
by Kelsia
Today, see life as half-full, instead of half-empty.
See how blessed you are instead of all that's wrong.
Today, thank God for everything He's done instead of
Telling Him all that He's not doing or should do.
Today, love your life and forget about the unfairness in it.
At least you're not dead. At least you have a chance. Take it.
Go all out for God. Follow your dreams.
Today, look beyond your tear-filled eyes to the one up above,
It may be raining now--but remember--there's always
Sunshine just beyond the clouds.
Today, sing God's song, even when you have no song
Left to sing. Even when the notes begin to falter. Even when
You're singing all by yourself. Ask God for that everlasting melody.
Today, ask for God's strength instead of trying to do
Everything on your own.
Today, choose life. And love. And laughter.
Today, bring God the sacrifice of praise.
Even when you don't feel like praising Him, do anyway.
Bring God that sacrifice.
Today, be all that you can be, because there might not
Be a tomorrow.
Today, live with purpose,
Today, remember the good in life and the good memories.
Let the rest wash away. Let Jesus heal your heart.
TODAY,
Rejoice. Because God created you . . .
Because you are special and
Have a beautiful plan to fulfill.
TODAY,
Choose God.
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Today, see life as half-full, instead of half-empty.
See how blessed you are instead of all that's wrong.
Today, thank God for everything He's done instead of
Telling Him all that He's not doing or should do.
Today, love your life and forget about the unfairness in it.
At least you're not dead. At least you have a chance. Take it.
Go all out for God. Follow your dreams.
Today, look beyond your tear-filled eyes to the one up above,
It may be raining now--but remember--there's always
Sunshine just beyond the clouds.
Today, sing God's song, even when you have no song
Left to sing. Even when the notes begin to falter. Even when
You're singing all by yourself. Ask God for that everlasting melody.
Today, ask for God's strength instead of trying to do
Everything on your own.
Today, choose life. And love. And laughter.
Today, bring God the sacrifice of praise.
Even when you don't feel like praising Him, do anyway.
Bring God that sacrifice.
Today, be all that you can be, because there might not
Be a tomorrow.
Today, live with purpose,
Today, remember the good in life and the good memories.
Let the rest wash away. Let Jesus heal your heart.
TODAY,
Rejoice. Because God created you . . .
Because you are special and
Have a beautiful plan to fulfill.
TODAY,
Choose God.
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
Beautiful Life
by Kelsia
In honor of Amber Miller
In this world,
In a town,
In a home
And family
There was a young girl.
Blonde.
Blue-eyed.
Bubbly.
Full of life and love,
Not a care in the world,
Running here and there
Playing everywhere . . .
Eyes a'sparkling
And face aglow . . .
Angels smiled
Jesus said "That's my girl."
Such beautiful life within this child.
Storm clouds come
And rise overhead
She watches
As the rain comes . . .
It beats hard
But she has a fighter's spirit . . .
Months pass
But this little girl
Holds on . . .
She touches hearts
And never lets go . . .
And the storm begins to lift . . .
Summer is here
And the sun begins to shine again.
For a time,
And then the storm comes back,
Her strength is weakening . . .
Sickness and pain
Are taking their claim.
Angels watch with tears in their eyes
And Jesus says
"Go, bring my little girl home."
Carried up in angels' arms
To a rainbow that never fades . . .
Smiling,
Running,
Void of pain and tears,
Full of life and love,
By her Savior's side.
She's home
And has a
Beautiful life ahead with the angels.
We shall miss you little girl!
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
In honor of Amber Miller
In this world,
In a town,
In a home
And family
There was a young girl.
Blonde.
Blue-eyed.
Bubbly.
Full of life and love,
Not a care in the world,
Running here and there
Playing everywhere . . .
Eyes a'sparkling
And face aglow . . .
Angels smiled
Jesus said "That's my girl."
Such beautiful life within this child.
Storm clouds come
And rise overhead
She watches
As the rain comes . . .
It beats hard
But she has a fighter's spirit . . .
Months pass
But this little girl
Holds on . . .
She touches hearts
And never lets go . . .
And the storm begins to lift . . .
Summer is here
And the sun begins to shine again.
For a time,
And then the storm comes back,
Her strength is weakening . . .
Sickness and pain
Are taking their claim.
Angels watch with tears in their eyes
And Jesus says
"Go, bring my little girl home."
Carried up in angels' arms
To a rainbow that never fades . . .
Smiling,
Running,
Void of pain and tears,
Full of life and love,
By her Savior's side.
She's home
And has a
Beautiful life ahead with the angels.
We shall miss you little girl!
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
Redeeming Love
A song by Kelsia
Bowing low
At the foot of the cross
Crying out for
My dear Redeemer
Coming back to You
With a broken heart
Needing You
With all I have
Chorus:
Redeeming love
Everlasting love
Flowing from the Father
That's up above
Looking in His face
Asking for His grace
Praying now
Heal me, Lord
From all my bleeding wounds
I know I'm nothing
But You are everything
So take this heart
And mold it, Lord
Into one like Yours
Redeeming love (redeeming love)
Everlasting love (everlasting love)
Flowing from the Father
That's up above
Looking in His face
Asking for His grace
Praying now . . .
Jesus, take me home!
You can listen to the tune for this song here!
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
Bowing low
At the foot of the cross
Crying out for
My dear Redeemer
Coming back to You
With a broken heart
Needing You
With all I have
Chorus:
Redeeming love
Everlasting love
Flowing from the Father
That's up above
Looking in His face
Asking for His grace
Praying now
Heal me, Lord
From all my bleeding wounds
I know I'm nothing
But You are everything
So take this heart
And mold it, Lord
Into one like Yours
Redeeming love (redeeming love)
Everlasting love (everlasting love)
Flowing from the Father
That's up above
Looking in His face
Asking for His grace
Praying now . . .
Jesus, take me home!
You can listen to the tune for this song here!
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
In God's Court
by Kelsia
Quietly and confidently
the King walks out onto his court.
A hush falls over the crowd . . .
They are anticipating a big decision.
What will his choice be?
All eyes fall to the weeping princess
who kneels at the foot of the stairs.
She has disobeyed the King's order.
Her, the princess, going against the King.
She had walked down the wrong path,
and now her heart would never be the same
again.
Will death be her destiny today?
Or will the King's love prevail against what should happen?
The King descends the steps
down to the bottom
where his daughter waits.
His gentle hand reaches out
and rests on her head.
"My daughter," he whispers,
for her and no one else.
Her tear-filled eyes lift up to the royal ones . . .
"I'm so sorry, father! Please forgive me!" she sobs.
The crowd waits for the King to speak with authority,
to loudly present judgment and shout for death.
They hold their breath
and then he speaks.
His eyes are full of tears
and laced with sadness . . .
But love is there, too. In a tender voice,
the redemptive words are spoken.
"You're forgiven, my child.
Leave your troubles and heartaches at my feet
and rise up. I bless you with healing
and joy."
Silence reigns for a moment,
but only a moment.
Murmurs then ripple throughout the crowd.
They had been positive that this would result in sure death!
The princess' breath catches. "I don't deserve such mercy!"
Nail-scarred hands reach out and drop on stooped shoulders.
"No," he answers,
"But I give it to you anyway. This is your second chance, my love.
Use it well, as only a princess would."
Then, with loving arms, the King wraps his daughter in a
kind embrace.
In this moment, another name is added to the waiting list
for the King's mansion that awaits in the clouds.
YOU ARE CHOSEN. YOU HAVE A PLAN TO FULFILL.
The King is calling . . . run into His open arms.
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
Quietly and confidently
the King walks out onto his court.
A hush falls over the crowd . . .
They are anticipating a big decision.
What will his choice be?
All eyes fall to the weeping princess
who kneels at the foot of the stairs.
She has disobeyed the King's order.
Her, the princess, going against the King.
She had walked down the wrong path,
and now her heart would never be the same
again.
Will death be her destiny today?
Or will the King's love prevail against what should happen?
The King descends the steps
down to the bottom
where his daughter waits.
His gentle hand reaches out
and rests on her head.
"My daughter," he whispers,
for her and no one else.
Her tear-filled eyes lift up to the royal ones . . .
"I'm so sorry, father! Please forgive me!" she sobs.
The crowd waits for the King to speak with authority,
to loudly present judgment and shout for death.
They hold their breath
and then he speaks.
His eyes are full of tears
and laced with sadness . . .
But love is there, too. In a tender voice,
the redemptive words are spoken.
"You're forgiven, my child.
Leave your troubles and heartaches at my feet
and rise up. I bless you with healing
and joy."
Silence reigns for a moment,
but only a moment.
Murmurs then ripple throughout the crowd.
They had been positive that this would result in sure death!
The princess' breath catches. "I don't deserve such mercy!"
Nail-scarred hands reach out and drop on stooped shoulders.
"No," he answers,
"But I give it to you anyway. This is your second chance, my love.
Use it well, as only a princess would."
Then, with loving arms, the King wraps his daughter in a
kind embrace.
In this moment, another name is added to the waiting list
for the King's mansion that awaits in the clouds.
YOU ARE CHOSEN. YOU HAVE A PLAN TO FULFILL.
The King is calling . . . run into His open arms.
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Send your submissions to theinkwell10@gmail.com
Heaven's Music
by Kelsia
As I walk the narrow road of life,
I hear the music of Heaven.
Glorious and beautiful, it urges me to keep on:
"Look to Jesus; don't turn back."
And so I keep on walking,
Listening for Heaven's music...
But then I get distracted, discouraged
And the music starts to fade...
I fall away from God's path...
The darkness begins to consume me,
And soon Heaven's music is only singing faintly.
My ears ring with silence.
I try to turn around
So I can hear the music loud and clear
And I do--for a bit--
But then I forget again...
This time I plunge even deeper
And Heaven's music sings no more
Because I am too far away from the narrow path and
From God.
All is dark and gloomy
There is nothing here of cheer and hope,
Nothing that makes my heart sing like
Heaven's music...
I cry out to God to bring me back,
Back where Heaven's music is loud and clear...
God's will is full of hope
And gives joy to my soul...
Thank you, God, for saving me.
The narrow road that leads to the source of Heaven's music
Gives me happiness and peace...
I am in God's will,
And that is always the best place to be...
A place where Heaven's music will always sing
And now I lift my head
And gaze up into the heavens,
And savor the music...
Glorious and beautiful...
Keep striving
To reach the sanctuary where
Heaven's music is eternal ...
And will sing forever.
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Feel free to leave some feedback for Kelsia.
Like we said before, you don't have to be an expert writer to submit your stuff! (We certainly aren't.) If you have any writings you want to share, email them to: theinkwell10@gmail.com
SHARE YOUR GIFT!
As I walk the narrow road of life,
I hear the music of Heaven.
Glorious and beautiful, it urges me to keep on:
"Look to Jesus; don't turn back."
And so I keep on walking,
Listening for Heaven's music...
But then I get distracted, discouraged
And the music starts to fade...
I fall away from God's path...
The darkness begins to consume me,
And soon Heaven's music is only singing faintly.
My ears ring with silence.
I try to turn around
So I can hear the music loud and clear
And I do--for a bit--
But then I forget again...
This time I plunge even deeper
And Heaven's music sings no more
Because I am too far away from the narrow path and
From God.
All is dark and gloomy
There is nothing here of cheer and hope,
Nothing that makes my heart sing like
Heaven's music...
I cry out to God to bring me back,
Back where Heaven's music is loud and clear...
God's will is full of hope
And gives joy to my soul...
Thank you, God, for saving me.
The narrow road that leads to the source of Heaven's music
Gives me happiness and peace...
I am in God's will,
And that is always the best place to be...
A place where Heaven's music will always sing
And now I lift my head
And gaze up into the heavens,
And savor the music...
Glorious and beautiful...
Keep striving
To reach the sanctuary where
Heaven's music is eternal ...
And will sing forever.
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Feel free to leave some feedback for Kelsia.
Like we said before, you don't have to be an expert writer to submit your stuff! (We certainly aren't.) If you have any writings you want to share, email them to: theinkwell10@gmail.com
SHARE YOUR GIFT!
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