“Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:”
Phillippians 1:6

Rest assured that He that has begun a good work will accomplish that good work in you
till the day of Christ Jesus.
There there child; Life has it’s hard times, but all will be ok.
God has it all planned. You win over anything that comes in your way, or tries to harm you.
Nobody loses with Christ by their side. Our lives are in His hands. His word we thirst for;
as the tree thirsts for rain. Your roots grow strong and stronger than any enemy with the
power and word of Christ in you. He will bring you to your victory. Hang in there.

Fall time is approaching. The leaves are starting to change color; a spectacular show.
Fabulous,lush, beautiful, and sweet. All the sugar is being stored now in the leaves;
the reds the greens the browns the golds. Time for resting. Their leaves must fall.
The sap stops. The roots of the tree are growing deeper. The tree stands firm ready for
dormancy storing all it’s starch in it’s sapwood. The fall rains are a trees welcome kiss;
helping the trees roots to expand into a steady base. Now it will be able to withstand many
a storm; for soon enough; old man winter will come ’round again; with gale force winds.
But It’s root system is strong, for the drinking of rain.
I love rain. I’m waiting for the rain.
I love the sound of rainy days
The rhythmic pitter patter
Of brushes crossing the snare rum
Soothing to my brain
For now I’ll just listen to the rain
By Kelly Sampson Griswold

Have a great day k

Divine Loving Mercy

I’ve sailed for miles in creaky boats
From pier to pier and daunting seas
Hearing wind and water sing
What laps o’er rocks and hardness bring

Divine and loving mercy donned
Unceasing love is what saved me
Kneading balanced beams in prayer
To reap and send His blessings fair

Pouring down from Christ The Lord
The oil of joy for mourning
Glued and hardened seams to float
By God, His graceful temporing

The truth that truly freed my soul
Set point my rudder straight to Thee
Once I grasped the letting go
Where all is calm and stabling

A Hymn by
Kelly S Griswold

Jesus Christ The Living God
Puts all cares behind us

Divine Loving Mercy …
Float you to a restful sleep …

Kelly Sampson Griswold

Babies Lives Matter

Woe woe why
Woe woe why
Why must we let one precious baby die
Babies lives matter

Wondering and thinking
Who you’ll be like
Will you have blue eyes
The color of, a Carolina sky

Woe woe why
Woe woe why
Woe, woe why
Should they die

Wondering and thinking
The touch of your sweet velvet skin
In lovely shades of golden, umber brown
in a cabin chair, gently … rockin …

Deep in sleep like tea in sunny jars
Under the bright and beaming,
Smokey mountain stars
Will your eyes look up and say someday …

I love you
There’s a better way.

Woe woe why
Woe woe why
Why must we let one precious baby die
Babies lives matter

What can we do
What can we say
God has a better plan
Babies lives matter

Words and music by Kelly S Griswold

Jesus Matters

When all the world’s in tatters
When all is said and done
All breaths are drawn from God above
The Master, King, and Son
Here’s the thing …
Jesus Matters

When all earthly kingdoms fall
When all selfish desires fade
When man made rights crumble
The taproot still remains
Here’s the thing …
Jesus matters

He is the vine, We are the branches
The giver of life who makes us whole
He is the root, of all things living
He’s in control … of every soul
Here’s the thing
Jesus matters

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

Have a beautiful day!

“I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.” John 15:5

“I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.” John 15:5

Mirrored Lovve

“By day The Lord directs His love
At night His song is with me
A Prayer to the God of my life”
Psalm 42-8 Holy Bible

Mirrored Love

Each day I look to Gods sweet face
My heart to Him I vow
My life to Him for each new day
I leave to Him the how

I’m safe, I trust in His command
My sufferings understood
Reaching out to Jesus hand
Past hardships for my good

By night I rest … on soft sweet cloud
Upon His loving word
In His blood that cleansed my stains
Let it rain …
Let it rain …

Prayers go up and time goes by
Storms roar sure enough
My faith and wisdom to increase
Through His mirrored love

Years it took, to assuage
The fears that held me down
There’s healing rain within my heart
All to Jesus now

Words and music
A Hymn By Kelly S Griswold

Jesus’s Love For Us All

The Lord Jesus lives. He loved us all unto His death upon the cross; because He loved everyone. He was perfect and without sin. He paid the price, once and for all, persecuted for our sins. He did that so that we would not have to pay the price for the sins we have committed. I know it’s difficult to admit it; but we all nailed Him to the cross.
Sick of feeling tired tiring mans way to happiness? We must turn our eyes to the only remedy, Jesus. He is waiting patiently to give us all a new abundant life full of peace and happiness for eternity. His loving arms are open wide for all to come into His grace and let Him into our heart. Then all our sins are wiped away and we are as white as snow again.
He loves. you. If you want this peace and happiness that comes from the Savior, just close your eyes ask Him into Your Heart.

“Jesus I know you are calling me to Your eternal inner peace.
I feel your love and I’m letting my past and all it’s hurts go to you.
Come into my heart.” Oh … Lord and heal me.
Save me from my ways and give me your ways. Create in me a clean heart, and renew a right spirit within me. Thank you for saving me and loving me. All glory, honor and praise to You Our Loving Saviour.”

Kely S Griswold

Release The Sting

I walked in your circle to find you
Pined away the hours and gasped
I struggled as a mine eyed canary
Held a deep breath, layed low, by an asp

No one could see I was crying
Still quiet was I, unbeknownst
To the one I thought n’er would blindside me
As I struggled and felt all alone

Yet the pressure drew me closer toward heaven
God’s word, my oxygen tent
I Let go and let Jesus protect me
From the enemies sting that was sent

The sting of the vipers sore venom
Was dead in it’s own rebuke
In the still, open door, was a breath of fresh air
A place of warm, graceful repute

Looking for you in the circle
The choice yours, yours alone
Releasing the sting in the moment
I let God Himself reign on the throne

The Spirit of life, love, forgiveness,
Breathes new life, the stings antidote
Hallelujah, it’s God’s Holy Spirit
Who helps and us and teaches His own

Releasing the sting
Kelly S Griswold

Twilight at Odiorne Point

“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

A fiddle head shaped piece of driftwood sits wedged between two slate gray rocks. It looks as though it’s been nestled right there, tight and cozy for many years, bleaching in the sun.
The tidewater is magically swirling around my feet; massaging them. As each new wave comes in, the driftwood’s gully sounds are not without their rhythmic rounding , smoothing off the sharp edges.
Many new treasures are being created with each new sandblasting. They are slowly becoming gift’s of God’s wonder, all along the sea shore.
As the wind whistles through the jetty, sea shells are floating right on up to the shore. I am still now, just listening to the muffled sounds of the wind under my tightly held hat. Maybe I could turn into a sailboat! More crashing sounds of the ocean’s waves, are rushing toward me; rippling back and forth. The time here, has been Cathartic.
Deep within, I hear an old familiar music box, with intricate, revolving cylinders. A pelting scratch, a jingle cut, in the eye of colored glass.
I’m thankful to God; I have learned to listen to His breath, moving upon the earth.
In my heaped up heart, I let out a healing cry to my God in whom I trust.
From the safety of my warm thatched hut. I know that I am loved. I see the precious, soft, and silvery piece of driftwood, sitting securely in it’s entirety. Still, in the moment, just like me. Resting in Him, Happy as a clam, protected and all settled in; looking up.

I feel God is with us, encompassing us in his bosom. He has been there all the while. Loving us through all the trials. He’s never left us, through all the storms.
Thank you Jesus, for Your perfect unconditional love. You are our strength. There is no doubt; as a friend once said to me; there is a still small voice that soothes our ears, touches us with His healing hands, and carries us far; above the storms; all Thy way home.

Kelly S Griswold
Twilight at Odiorne point

Swift River Stream

It’s approaching sunset
by the gentle stream
God’s grace is flowing freely
Like the cool waters swirling round my feet
Feeling refreshed
For it’s been a trek, a tad lone and long
Looking up
A refreshing drink, renews my strength
My line is cast into the mirrors dancing floor
Where patience proves her very work
Time trips sound and jumps my bow
Mosquitoes play a courting song
As I doze In a standing sleep
In such a swift, yet peaceful place
So full and quenched by God Himself
In His sweet familiar flowing pace
Pans of fish
Are in the mix

Kelly S Griswold

Rest well tonight
You are so loved

Bumble Bee

A bumblebee came to visit today. Just watched it. Never thought, to shoo it away. It stayed awhile even though It probably had oceans to go before it’s journey was complete. But it was in my sight; today, in and out of my ocean of tears. Immmediately, It’s bouncy personality found a special place in my heart. It seemed to be worry less as it kept busy, I knew I was blessed for the quickened meeting. The hungry bumblebee sat for awhile and doted on a florescent flower. It bounced up and down dancing around showing me it’s beauty the softness of it’s it’s furry shine. The intricacies of it’s bright colors and the seeking sounds of it’s wings were stunningly alluring. I just watched, as it were it’s trampoline style jumping; and it’s perfectly attuned buzz, never a bother. The bumblebee seemed to hear it’s echo against the pistal and the stamen of the brightly colored flower. Deep inside, a silence returned back to it. Twasn’t long before it realized that the flower was only imitation; and all that glittered was not gold. Eventually it took flight again in search of the genuine and not the faux. To and fro it moved with a purpose. In the sound of it’s glow, it flew again seeking and seeking again and again; and this time, low and behold, it found it’s way to the authentic golden flower. Quickly and voraciously it drank and filled it’s famished being to it’s hearts content. It had never tasted such indescribably sweet nectar. Completely satisfied and strengthened, He flew away on the wings of a power and grace none of it’s own. In this
God takes care of the simplest things. God takes care of the bumble bee, he will take care of me.