Archive for October 2018

Your Beautiful

I’ve seen you walk the sidewalk
More gingerly with time
Like you’re getting out of someone’s way
Stepping out of line
Like you don’t feel you’re worth a thing
Ducking, Dodging, Apologizing …
To me that’s not ok
To think that you must walk the streets
Feeling that you have to shy away …
Like you’re taking someone else’s space
Behind the sidewalks pace
Well You just keep on walking
With your head held high
You don’t have to cower
You don’t have to hide
Walk with me My Princess …
You have a place to be
You grace the sidewalk
You’re beautiful
To me

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

The Vision

“In all your ways acknowledge Him
And. He shall direct your path.”
Proverbs 3-6

The mighty train is ready now
He knows when he’s near the gate
Buffets, when coast is clear
Wise men they evaluate

Waiting for the train to load
Soon to rail, the road unwinds
We all sing the gospel song
Harmonize, new friends all kinds

Table round and in the shed
In the morn, full steam ahead
Nightly whistles heard, past bed
Another tiny town is fed

Each stop heard a thousand miles
The great is patient loving kind
Finally docked the slick train lands
The buffered path he understands

Kelly S Griswold

Forgiven

When we ask for forgiveness we can count on this;
The word of God, of which is truth says, God said “I even I will blot out your transgressions. I will remember your sins no more.” Isa.43:25
Believing in (trusting in) what Christ has done for you on the cross is the only prerequisite.
When we ask Jesus to come into our heart, He removes our sin in that instant. He removes it forever.
Gone, as far as the east is from the west. It can never be counted against you again.
His Forgiveness is a beautiful thing; a new way of life. Living for Jesus comes with a never ending supply of
His Holy Spirit fruit to live on and to help others know the way too. I want them all! Love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. I love abiding in the
vine of The Lords Love. New peace and a new covenant of living in complete freedom from the past.
A majestic peaceful canyon of Forgiveness. The choice; infinitesimal miles wide and infinite;
splashing with everlasting joy!
I love forgiveness! I’m walking in His light and happiness.
Come along too … and say I do.
Have an awesome day in The peace that passes all understanding.
Kelly S Griswold

Simply Free

Let us sit by the fire
Come with me friend
To the banks of the river
At Lampreys bend

I’ll cook you a kettle
Of the finest fish
Yes we’ll eat of some brown bread
From copper dish

With a smidge of sweet butter
Steamed o’r rocks within view
With some birch paper glasses
Filled with heavenly dew

Not a care in the world
A bed of shady green grass
Nothing left to bother
This little lass

It’s so nice to be resting
Relaxing in Brie
No-one is fretting
simply free

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

Happy and Free

Each morning I rise
Your love lifts me up
I go to work for You Jesus
You fill my cup

My eyes upon You
My ear tuned to Thee
It is then, I see Jesus
I’m the best I can be

I’m happy and free
Looking only to Thee
Because of your mercy
Living In me

Each morning I rise
With Your love to give
I go to work for You Jesus
To spread Your love and forgive

Kelly S Griswold

October chorus-
Have a great day friend
The sky is so blue today
The sun is shining brightly
Reflecting your beauty
k

Nature Walks with Nancy Ann

The birds were singing o’er my shoulder as if to waken me on this delicately crisp fall morning. I could see them swooping up and down, slicing the air smoothly, like a knife; spreading their wings in glee. Happy that I was around, or was it the the other way around?
Then, as low as low as low could go, they flew closely by my window sill.
Their cheerfulness seemed to boost me up from my bed.
At first I didn’t want to oblige them; for I had been thinking of the days with my mother. Nature was her constant companion. The persistent birds fluttering around with their wispy feathers prompting me to get up and at em.
Thanking God, I threw on my sweatshirt and jeans, donned my moccasins and headed down the drive way still grief traveling. A song came and flowed through my mind. “New world in the morning.” One of her favorites. I felt raindrops rolling down my cheeks, stopping top the beaten ground; Lifting me gently along with the sweet morning air, was the sound my inner heart beat, heaped up with thoughts of my Mother, whom I missed so dearly.
Those birds came to ease my mind I thought. They were ok, and I would be ok. What a God send.
I had my new walking stick nicely fit to the curve of my hand as I traveled further over to the meadow. Still brimming with noises, still there, unchanged. The wooded trail still had that mushroom and Christmasy pine needle scent and the soft blanketed feel of the moss was comforting underfoot. Walking with my Mother through the woods was always my favorite thing to do.
Once, I came across a baby coyote frolicking and I went along with him, letting him jump up on me. He wanted to play some more and again I obliged, momentarily; until I realized that his Mother had to be somewhere, and not too far away. She most definitely wouldn’t abide this new friend. Quick decisions are wise ones sometimes.
Moving along! The weather crowned; then the fog and mist lifted from the air like clockwork. The sun broke through, with rays so soft and warm; they moved and dried my tears.
I think the clouds were tired of their stagnancy too. They dissipated before I knew it.
I sat down gently and quietly in the tall grass as I always do.
I was not alone a-fielding.
Not alone in my thoughts and song.
and when I sat and rested in my quiet.
I felt a presence bare itself
A deer had thoughts of mine, the same;
He was rested upon the field of grain.
Only a golden curtain between us
He would teach me of the freedom
Of the wild blue yonder
For a split second, we instantly saw each other. We locked eyes for a moment … we stared … and then
Up and away with a flash of lightning, I heard
A thunderous crashing of hoof beats
He was off!
Swiftly he ran, sure footedly
With head held high
Confidence learned
“Don’t think”
“Just run”
“Don’t think”
“Just fly”

Story by Kelly Sampson Griswold

Healing Love

Hallelujah He is coming
Very soon the trump will sound
Hallelujah He is coming
Jesus healing victory sounds

What to do is break our pride
We need not ever have to hide
Egress on, our hearts held high
Overcomer’s side by side

Many arrows point our way
Doesn’t matter let them fly
One foot standing on this earth
One heart looking toward the sky

We see dimly through the glass
God works all things for our good
We need not know the rhyme or reason
God’s love truly understood

Hallelujah He is coming
Very soon the trump will sound
Hallelujah, He is coming
We’ll meet Jesus in the clouds

Kelly s Griswold