Poetry Corner

Welcome to Poetry Corner, a quiet space where God’s whispers turn into rhythm, reflection, and encouragement.

Here, you’ll find short poetic pieces — small seeds of inspiration — written to uplift your heart, strengthen your spirit, and gently prepare you for the full poetry book that will be released in God’s perfect timing.

Each piece you read here is just a preview, a tender glimpse of the greater work that’s on the horizon.

Some poems will speak life over your day…

Some will strengthen your walk with Christ…

Some will comfort your spirit during difficult moments…

And all of them will carry the same heart you’ve always poured into your Encouraging Mondays messages.

Pause, breathe, and let these rhythms bless you.

Encouraging Mondays: Coaching the Heart and Mind,

now speaking to you through Poetry Rhythm.

He Walks Among Us

Inspired by 2 Corinthians 6:16–18 and 7:1

By Shawna S.

His presence is with us; His promise is clear,
Our God lives within us, forever near.
He walks right among us and stays by our side,
Our Father, our Keeper, our strength and our guide.

He calls us His people, His children, His own,
With God as our Father, we’re never alone.
The LORD has declared it; His promise is sure,
His Word stands forever, steadfast and pure.

So we stand on His promises, steady and strong,
And turn from the things that we know don’t belong.
We cleanse from our lives what can pull us away,
And grow in His holiness day after day.

In body and spirit, in heart and in mind,
We seek what is holy and leave wrong behind.
Not walking in fear, but rejoicing instead,
We stand on each promise our Father has said.

So lift up your heart and rejoice in His grace,
The LORD walks among us in every place.
His Word is our promise, our strength, and our guide,
And we walk toward holiness with Him by our side.

😎 Working as Unto the Lord on Assignment

By Shawna S.

Each day we rise with work to do,
The LORD walks faithfully with me and you.
Some days are easy, some are tough,
Yet by His grace, we have enough.

The road may twist, the road may bend,
Yet God is faithful to the very end.
Though people change from day to day,
Our faithful LORD remains the Way.

When others fail to understand,
We place our work in Jesus’ hands.
Our strength is found in Him above,
Who fills our hearts with peace and love.

We’re not just working for a name,
Or chasing fortune, wealth, or fame.
Our greatest joy is serving Him,
Whose light will never, ever dim.

So let us serve with willing hearts,
Giving our LORD our finest parts.
For every task both great and small,
We honor Christ, who gave His all.

Each day’s a gift God gives anew,
With work He’s lovingly called us to.
Until He says, “Your task is through,”
We’ll serve Him well in all we do.

Whatever work He gives today,
We’ll trust His wisdom, seek His way.
And through each season, great or small,
We’ll faithfully give Him our all.

💖Give Me a Clean Heart

By Shawna S.

Give me a clean heart, dear LORD, I pray,
So I may walk with You each day.
Search every corner, every part,
Reveal what lingers in my heart.

Remove the pride I cannot see,
And grow true humility in me.
Wash every thought that is not right,
And fill my soul with Heaven’s light.

When fear would whisper, “Turn away,”
Help me trust You and still obey.
When anger rises, calm my soul;
May Your Spirit take control.

When selfishness would have its way,
Teach me to love more every day.
When bitterness begins to grow,
Remind me mercy’s gentle flow.

Create in me a heart that’s new,
One that longs to follow You.
Renew my mind, renew my song;
Teach me where I still am wrong.

May kindness shape the words I speak.
May strength be found when I am weak.
May joy remain through every test,
For in Your presence I am blessed.

Help me forgive as You’ve forgiven me.
Help me become what You can see.
Not who I was…nor who I’ve been…
But who I am through Christ within.

So every choice and every part
Reflects a clean and willing heart.
Until I stand before Your face,
Still growing daily by Your grace.

Dear LORD, this is my earnest prayer;
Transform my heart with loving care.
Wherever You may lead my feet…
May my surrender be complete.

💛 Purpose of the Poem

Every believer desires a heart that honors God, but none of us can cleanse our own hearts through human effort alone.

This poem is a prayer of surrender.

It invites God to search us, reveal areas that still need transformation, and continue the work that only the Holy Spirit can accomplish.

As followers of Jesus Christ, we are not called merely to change our outward behavior.

We are called to allow God to transform us from the inside out.

A clean heart produces words that honor Him…

Choices that reflect His wisdom…

Relationships marked by His love…

And a life that increasingly resembles Jesus Christ.

This is not a one-time prayer.

It is a daily invitation for God to continue shaping us into His likeness.

💛 Encouraging Thought

God never asks us to clean our own hearts before coming to Him.

He simply asks us to come.

When we humbly invite Him to search us, forgive us, and transform us, He faithfully continues the work He has begun within us.

Never be afraid to pray,

“LORD, give me a clean heart.”

That is a prayer God delights in answering.

🙏🏼God, I Am So Humbled by Your Grace

By Shawna S.

God, I am so humbled by Your grace,
By every time You kept me in this place.
Through every wrong turn, every time I strayed,
Still Your mercy never seemed to fade.

There were times I walked so close to You,
Then somehow drifted from what I knew.
I would do well, then wander away,
Yet You kept calling me back to stay.

You waited through each tear that came,
And still You gently called my name.
You never say I’ve gone too far,
You meet me right where my struggles are.

I look back now and clearly see
How patient You have been with me.
So many lessons I had to relearn,
Yet every time You welcomed my return.

Grace when I knew that I was wrong,
Grace when my faith did not feel strong.
Grace when old patterns came my way,
Grace that helped me turn to You and pray.

Grace when I cried, “LORD, I am tired,”
Strength to resist what I once desired.
I’m tired of fighting the same old fight,
Please help me walk with You in what is right.

Your grace does not excuse my sin,
It calls me closer, draws me in.
It makes me want to surrender more,
And leave behind what came before.

Your patience brings me to my knees,
Your presence settles me with ease.
Your mercy moves my heart to tears,
Because You’ve carried me through the years.

Still learning, growing day by day,
Still trusting You to lead the way.
Your grace is sufficient; this I know,
And by Your mercy, I continue to grow.

Because You’ve shown such grace to me,
Help me give grace more willingly.
When others stumble, hurt, or stray,
Help me respond in a kinder way.

So here I am with grateful praise,
Humbled by Your gracious ways.
Thank You, LORD, for seeing me through,
And every day drawing me closer to You.

With a grateful heart, I bow and pray,
Thank You for Your mercies new each day.
God, I am so humbled by Your grace,
And grateful You still meet me in this place.

😊💖 Back-to-school Poem Special for Our Children

I’m All In

By Shawna S.

You need to know, through thick and thin,
When life gets hard, I’m all in.
Not only when your days are bright,
I’ll stand with you when things aren’t right.

I’ll hear your story, let you speak,
And listen when your heart feels weak.
You never have to hide within—
Come talk to me. I’m all in.

I’ll cheer you on and help you grow,
And remind you there is more to know.
A stumble does not mean you’re through;
We’ll learn, reset, and start anew.

I may not have each answer right,
But I won’t leave you in the fight.
We’ll pray together, seek God’s way,
And trust that He’s with us every day.

At school, at home, through every test,
I’ll stand beside you, give my best.
Through every change, both big and small,
I’ll keep showing up through it all.

And greater still, wherever you go,
God loves you more than you can know.
With Him beside you, new days begin—
And through them all, I’m all in.

💞🙏🏼 Lead Me, Holy Spirit

by Shawna S.

Based on Galatians 5:16

Holy Spirit, lead me as I start this day,
Guide every step and show me Your way.
When choices come, help me listen and see,
Not what I want, but what You desire for me.
Through every moment, may my life honor You—
Holy Spirit, lead me in all that I do.

😊Remembering Why

By Shawna S.

(From the Teacher Reset Digital Book)

Before the lessons fill the day,
Before the papers stack away,
Before the meetings, bells, and noise,
Remember why you made this choice.

A classroom is much more than walls;
It’s answered dreams and higher calls.
Each heart that walks across your floor
Was made for purpose—and much more.

The words you speak, the time you give,
Help teach a child not just to live,
But how to hope, believe, and grow,
In ways they may not even know.

Some days are joyful, bright, and clear.
Some days may cost a silent tear.
Yet every sunrise brings the chance
To help one more young life advance.

When days are hard and patience wears,
Remember why your heart still cares.
One act of grace, one word, one smile
May shape a life by just one mile.

Keep learning, growing, day by day.
Don’t let discouragement have its say.
The greatest teachers never cease
To lead with wisdom, hope, and peace.

So if today your heart feels worn,
Or hope seems dim with each new morn,
Pause for a moment—see what’s true:
The teacher they need is still in you.

Poem for Nevaeh’s 17th Birthday 8-7-26

💖Happy 17th Birthday, Nevaeh! 🍰

Seventeen years—a beautiful place,
Another year covered by God’s love and grace.
Keep growing and learning, becoming each day,
And trust in the LORD as He guides your way.

You don’t have to follow wherever others go;
Be who God created you to be as you grow.
Laugh, dream, make memories, and enjoy seventeen too—
There’s nobody else in this world quite like you.

Wherever life leads and whatever you do,
Remember your Grandma is praying for you.
I love you, Nevaeh, and one thing is true:
I thank the LORD for the blessing of you.

Happy 17th Birthday! 😘
Love, Grandma
Shawna S.

Poem for Aliyah’s 3rd Birthday 7-26-26

💖Happy 3rd Birthday Aliyah 🧁😊

Three little years,
and look at you—
learning new things
in all that you do.

Letters and numbers,
questions galore,
you learn one thing
then reach out for more.

You laugh and you play,
you talk and you sing,
and somehow bring joy
to the simplest thing.

You run in the room
with excitement to share,
and Grandma is smiling
because you are there.

We’ve had days full of learning,
and days full of fun,
little talks, little lessons,
and hugs when we’re done.

I’ve watched you keep growing
from baby to three,
and what a sweet blessing
that’s been for me.

But more than how smart you are,
or all you can do,
I pray you will always know
God deeply loves you.

May you grow knowing Jesus,
may His Word light your way,
may you trust Him and love Him
more every day.

And years from now,
when you’re grown and you see
this little birthday poem
from when you were three,

I hope you will smile
and know this was true:

Grandma loved every moment
God gave me with you.

Happy 3rd Birthday, Aliyah

Love Always, 😘

Grandma Shawna S.

A Poem for D’Angelo’s 37th Birthday 8-9-26

💖Happy 37th Birthday, D’Angelo😊🎂

Another year, another chance to grow,
To trust in God wherever you may go.
Through every season, come what may,
May His love and wisdom guide your way.

Aliyah is Blessed that you are her dad,
Though at 3, she may not remember the love and fun that you’ve already had.
I thank the LORD for the man you’ve become,
And I’ll always be proud that you are my son.

May thirty-seven bring new reasons to smile,
And remind you that every season is worthwhile.
Keep trusting the LORD as your journey unfolds,
For your future is safely within His hold.

With Love, 😘
Mom
Shawna S.

Poem for Shaun’s 41st Birthday, July 2, 2026

💖Happy 41st Birthday, Shaun! 🎂😊

Another year,
another page,
another chapter,
another age.

God has carried you every mile,
through every season,
every trial.

His faithful hand has never let go,
even when you could not always see or know.

He’s writing a story still unfolding today,
gently guiding your steps along His way.

Psalm Sixteen reminds us it’s true,
God has a path prepared for you.

His presence brings a joy so deep,
a promise forever He will keep.

So lift your eyes,
keep pressing on,
remember the darkest night
still welcomes dawn.

His mercy is fresh with every sunrise.
His purpose is greater than what meets our eyes.

The man you’re becoming,
day by day,
is being shaped
in God’s own way.

Not by yesterday,
nor by regret,
but by God’s grace
that’s working yet.

So celebrate this birthday knowing
God is faithful,
still growing,
still restoring,
still leading your life
with wisdom overflowing.

May His peace surround you.

May His strength uphold you.

May His love remind you
that you have never walked alone.

Happy Birthday, Son.

I love you.

And I’m thanking God
for the wonderful work
He continues to do in your life.

Love, 😘

Mom

Shawna S

💞 The Corruption of This World Is Painful, but It Is Not Permanent

Worthy Is the Lamb—God Is Making All Things New

By Shawna S.

We look around and sometimes wonder,
LORD, how can these things be?
So much injustice, hurt, and sorrow,
So much that grieves what we can see.

Some seem to prosper doing wrong,
While others bear what they have done.
But what appears to go unanswered
Is never hidden from the Son.

The corruption of this world is painful;
There are wounds we cannot undo.
There are losses, tears, and questions,
And things we wish we never knew.

Yet pain and joy can share a season;
One does not make the other untrue.
We can grieve for those who suffer
And thank God for our blessings too.

We don’t have to carry every burden
As though the outcome rests with us.
We can pray and love and stand for truth,
Then place what we can’t change with God in trust.

For Scripture tells us not to worry
When those doing wrong appear to rise.
God sees beyond the present moment;
Nothing escapes His watchful eyes.

So when the weight of this world’s trouble
Tries to steal the peace we’ve known,
We turn our hearts again to Jesus—
We remember who is on the throne.

Worthy is the Lamb who loves us.
Worthy is the Lamb who gave.
Worthy is the Lamb who conquered
Sin and death and rose to save.

Worthy when the world feels peaceful.
Worthy when we don’t know why.
Worthy when our hearts are joyful.
Worthy when our eyes still cry.

Our worship does not mean we’re saying
That the painful things aren’t real.
We worship because Jesus is worthy,
And we trust Him with what we feel.

We may not see earthly justice
For every wrong beneath the sun,
But no one writes the final chapter
Except our holy, righteous One.

So we will not let this world’s corruption
Convince our hearts that hope is through.
The God who sees each tear and sorrow
Has promised He’ll make all things new.

A day is coming without mourning.
A day when death will be no more.
A day when God will dwell among us,
And tears won’t fall as they did before.

So yes, this world’s corruption is painful,
But pain will not permanently remain.
God has promised something greater;
Our present loss is not His final refrain.

Until that day, we’ll keep on trusting.
We’ll keep on praying, loving too.
We’ll keep our eyes upon our Savior
And let His Word renew our view.

We can still laugh in joyful seasons.
We can still thank God for today.
We can grieve with those who’re grieving
Without allowing hope to fade away.

For corruption does not get the last word.
Neither sorrow, death, nor pain.
Jesus Christ is still our Savior,
And forever He shall reign.

So when this present world feels heavy,
Lift your eyes beyond the view.
Worthy, worthy is the Lamb—
And God is making all things new.

🌿FEATURED POEM — “Holy Spirit–Led Speaking Life”

(November 14, 2025 — 11:00 AM)

By Shawna S.

Meditating on God’s Word shapes what we say—

Speaking life becomes our rhythm, our way.

What we speak, what we do, and how we pray

Reflect the Light we carry each day.

Honor the Lord with words gentle, true—

Even toward hearts that feel weary or blue.

Let our speech lift burdens, not heighten strife.

Let love lead our tongues…

and let Christ guide our life.

“How Jesus Loves Us”

A February Valentines Day Poem

February 4, 2026

By Shawna S.

They say, “Jesus loves you,”

but sometimes those words feel far away—

when prayers feel unanswered,

and nights feel longer than the day.

Jesus loves us

when we are tired of being strong.

He loves us in the waiting,

when everything feels wrong.

He loved us in the garden,

when He prayed with tears and pain.

He loved us when His friends fell asleep,

while He carried the weight of our shame.

He loves us when we doubt Him.

He loves us when we run.

He loves us when we feel forgotten,

and when we think we’re done.

He loves us in our broken places,

the ones we try to hide.

He loves us not from a distance—

He walked this road, and He died.

He was beaten. He was mocked.

He was wounded for our peace.

Not because we earned His love,

but because His love would not cease.

Jesus loves us on our best days,

and He loves us on our worst.

He loved us before we knew His name.

He loved us first.

So if you’ve ever wondered,

“Does His love include me?”

The cross still answers,

“Yes—eternally.”

🌿“Peace in Your Atmosphere”

(November 15, 2025 —2:00 AM)

By Shawna S.

Speak peace into every space you enter—

Peace in your thoughts, in your breath, at your center.

If chaos rises, refuse to agree;

God’s presence calms what you cannot see.

Stand firm in grace when the pressure is near—

Your voice can shift the atmosphere.

🌿“Grace for the Journey”

(November 16, 2025 — 9:00 PM)

By Shawna S.

Your steps are ordered, even when unseen.

Your path is guided, guarded, and clean.

Walk in your purpose with steady pace—

God goes before you and covers you with grace.

You are becoming all He intended you to be—

Step by step, moving faithfully.

🌿“Strength for Today”

(November 17, 2025 —9:00 AM)

By Shawna S.

When the day feels heavy, rest in His care.

Whisper His name—He is already there.

Strength is not rushed; it flows like a stream.

God fills you gently, restoring your beam.

Rise in His joy, refreshed and renewed—

Heaven is cheering you through.

🌿Speak Life

(Originally Written May 5, 2013—8:50 PM)

By Shawna S.

Come on and believe with me,

in the power of the Holy Trinity!

The Holy Spirit will teach you,

everyday in life how to get a breakthrough!

Use your tongue not to speak death, but to speak life,

even when you’re going through a series of challenges & strife.

That’s how God’s Word tells us to fight!

Don’t you know you’re always in God’s sight?

So have faith — even as little as a mustard seed,

follow Christ & you WILL succeed!

Think positive & prosperous thoughts,

and be careful about what you say.

Great things will eventually happen for you

while you’re choosing to do things God’s way!

The enemy can’t have you or your mind.

He already knows his fate —

it’s only a matter of time.

Go ahead & thank God for things you may not yet see,

and watch them unfold

by God’s Holy Trinity!!!

🌿 AMEN

(November 18, 2025 — 12:35 AM)

By Shawna S.

Amen… what does it truly mean

when we whisper it gently or speak it out loud?

It’s saying, though I can’t… my God can,

and lifting His name in honor, faithful and proud.

It’s trusting the Father for who He is,

our loving Lord who never fails.

It’s sealing our prayer with agreement and faith,

believing His Word always prevails.

Let’s say Amen every time we pray—

with hearts surrendered, steady, and true.

For in the blessings of God’s gentle arms,

is where He promises to carry you.

🌿WHEN WE GATHER

(November 18, 2025 — 12:50 AM)

By Shawna S.

Let’s laugh and sing,

shout and pray—

each time I’m in town

and I come your way.

Let’s talk about the good times,

and some not-so-good too…

and thank our precious Father

for His mercies toward me and you.

Let’s gather together

as often as we can—

demonstrating to one another

that we truly are each other’s fan.

When we gather, it’s bittersweet…

because leaving again never feels right.

But being together is always a treat—

a blessing that warms the heart

long after the night.

🌿REFUSE TO ABUSE

(November 18, 2025 — 1:10 AM)

By Shawna S. — Inspired by the Holy Spirit

Everyone was made in the image of God—

no one should be harmed nor struck with a rod.

Abuse comes in forms both cruel and unkind,

leaving wounds in the body, the heart, and the mind.

It creates trauma, confusion,

and storms no one can see—

but God’s heart breaks for the hurting,

and He calls His children to be free.

Abuse is abuse…

no matter the abuser’s claim.

Don’t mistreat someone

then shift the blame.

Just because you’re angry

doesn’t give you the right

to yell, to threaten,

or pick every fight.

Treat people right—

or leave them alone.

Striking someone with your hand

is as wrong as using a stone.

No one deserves

a slap in the face—

it dishonors our God

and the beauty of His grace.

Ask God to forgive you

for the cruelty you’ve shown,

using anger and harshness

as weapons you’ve grown.

Being an abuser

should never be your title—

don’t let aggression and pride

become your idol.

God calls you higher…

to healing, to repentance,

to peace, to life.

Refuse to abuse—

and walk away from strife.

“Thankfulness Turns Ordinary Moments into Holy Reminders of God’s Goodness.”🌿

(November 20, 2025)

By Shawna S.

Let’s have an attitude of gratitude every day,

thanking our perfect God for brightening up our way.

Being thankful for God’s provisions and the way He cares,

Being thankful for our many blessings God allows us to share.

For God keeps showing His goodness in moments everywhere,

reminding us His love is faithful, steady, and always there.

Gratitude opens up our hearts to see God’s gentle hand,

guiding our steps with mercy as He leads us by His plan.

Cooking With Love on Thanksgiving Morning💛

(November 27, 2025)

By Shawna S.

In a sleepy morning kitchen, with a heart that still believed,

I chopped and stirred and seasoned while God’s strength helped me breathe.

Two hours’ rest behind me, yet joy kept me awake—

Because cooking for the ones you love is love you choose to make.

The celery, peppers, onions danced softly in the pan,

The cornbread cooled with purpose—part of God’s unwritten plan.

The yams browned bold and stubborn, marshmallows toasted deep,

I laughed and whispered, “Lord, I’m tired,” but He held me on my feet.

Green beans stretched with courage—French style nowhere in sight,

But grace stepped in like always, turning shortage into light.

And the dressing? Oh, that blessing—warm and seasoned through—

A little taste of family grace that only love can do.

I packed each dish so gently, wrapped with care and foil tight,

A DoorDash bag now preaching what it means to serve with might.

Thanksgiving on the go today, but still the Spirit moved—

Because love that’s cooked with sacrifice is love that’s heaven-approved.

At my son’s house we gathered, every plate and heart made full,

And I knew God fed us deeper than what lay upon each bowl.

For healing lives in kitchens where the tired still choose to give,

Where laughter meets the weary hands that simply love to live.

So here’s to meals made sacred, here’s to grace in every glove,

Here’s to weary, joyful moments—

This is cooking, this is healing,

this is ministry in love.

🍭FROM CANDY FACTORY TO HEALING KITCHEN🍌

(November 28, 2025)

By Shawna S.

My home was once the Candy Factory,

a sweet-tooth heaven on every side—

bowls of treats on countertops,

little delights I kept supplied.

Kids would grin the moment they stepped in,

grandbabies knew just where to run,

and handing out those goodies felt

like laughter, comfort, love, and fun.

But somewhere deep inside my spirit

a holy stirring began to rise—

a whisper soft, yet steady, saying:

“Daughter, it’s time for you to prioritize.

Honor Me in how you nourish,

honor Me in how you live,

lead your family by example,

with the choices day by day you give.”

I felt the weight of legacy—

how habits shape the years ahead,

how health is not just body-deep

but a renewing of heart and mind instead.

So slowly I began the shifting,

learning to eat unto the Lord,

setting down the Candy Factory

and picking up His truth, restored.

Some days I slipped, some days I soared,

some days I craved what once was mine,

but God was patient in the process,

growing strength in me over time.

I learned that discipline is worship,

healthy choices can be praise,

and honoring this temple

is another way I lift His name.

So now I build a Healing Kitchen—

with fruits and greens and foods that heal,

with gratitude in every slice,

and prayer in every simple meal.

Not perfect… but surrendered.

Not pressured… but renewed.

A woman led by purpose

in the small things that I choose.

And as I walk this 21-day journey,

I share it with my family, too—

because transformation multiplies

when others see what God can do.

If a Candy Factory past can change,

then healing can reach anyone—

for the Lord restores our patterns,

and He completes what He’s begun.

So here I stand—heart open wide,

grateful for grace along the way,

turning sweets into stories of growth,

and habits into hope today.

From Candy Factory to Healing Kitchen,

this is the journey I gladly live—

a testimony shaped by love,

and a legacy I long to give.

POEM FOR TEMPLECARE ON

12-10-25

**“Fast is fine —

but why must fast mean sick?

Why must hunger be answered with

grease, sugar, and tricks?

Convenience is good —

but health is better.

We don’t need cheap ingredients

that weigh us down like tether.

Give us food that’s quick,

but clean.

Warm or fresh —

not processed, not mean.

Feed our children life,

not dyes.

Teach their palates truth,

not lies.

Because healthy is possible,

fast is possible —

we just need a world

that chooses both.”**

🌱 — Encouraging Mondays: Coaching the Heart & Mind

✨ “MOMMA” — The Heart of Our Home💛

(November 28, 2025)

By Shawna S.

She was friend to all and enemy to none,

A soft place to fall, a warm rising sun.

With hands that healed and a heart that gave,

She carried others in waves and waves.

An only child with no one there,

Yet somehow grew into love’s fullest prayer.

No mother to teach her, no father in sight —

Still she learned how to shine with a gentle light.

Life tried her early, but kindness stayed strong;

Her spirit was steady, her patience lifelong.

Storms came and went, yet her peace never shook —

Because love was her language, and service her look.

“Momma,” they called her — kids far and near,

Because her love erased walls, erased distance, erased fear.

She cooked for the block, she opened the door,

Fed the hungry, loved the lonely… then loved them even more.

Hot dogs on the porch, popcorn in the bowl,

TV outside just filling up souls.

But when Mr. Paulk’s footsteps came down the street,

We turned into lightning — hands, hearts, and feet!

By the time he reached home, the house looked brand new —

No sign of the crowd that my Momma withdrew.

Yet even in secret, her kindness was bold —

A treasure of warmth the world seldom told.

She lifted up children that weren’t even hers,

Bought gifts for birthdays, for babies, were furs.

She mothered the siblings of whoever we’d date —

Welcomed them in with a smile so great.

A foster mom, a warrior, a giver so true,

The kind of rare soul God hand-selected for you.

She stayed gentle in storms, stayed faithful in strain,

Her love was a shelter from struggle and pain.

And now in my kitchen, when laughter appears,

I feel the echo of her through the passing years.

Though she’s gone home, I still sense her near —

In every small joy and each volunteer tear.

Momma, your legacy lives in all that I do —

In how I love others, in how I push through.

I honor you daily, in word and in deed…

Your servant-hearted life planted every seed.

Friend to all. Enemy to none.

Your light lives on in the lives you’ve touched — one by one.

Your love lives forever — through me, through ours…

A beautiful garden of God’s tender flowers. 🌻🌷🌹💐

🕵🏼‍♀️Food Detective!

By Shawna S.

**God made your body special,

from your head down to your feet.

So be a little Food Detective

every time you eat!

Look for ‘added sugar’ —

if it’s zero, that’s the clue

that this food will help your body

do what it’s made to do.

Crunch veggies, sip water,

try fruits in every hue…

Healthy choices make you strong,

and God is proud of YOU!

Popcorn The TempleCare Way

By Shawna S.

12-4-25

Back to the basics, simple and pure,

A pot and some kernels — that’s all you need for sure.

No mystery powders, no chemicals hidden,

Just popcorn popping that makes you smitten.

Pour in your oil — coconut or an alternative clean,

Watch the small kernels shift, shimmer, and gleam.

Add a touch of sweetness if that’s what you crave —

A drizzle of maple, the clean way your body will rave.

Every small choice is a temple you tend,

A moment of care your temple you defend.

So pop with intention, enjoy every bite,

A snack made at home, clean, simple, and right.

Our body is not our own it was bought with a price.

Eating to honor the one who shed His blood for us and gave us life.

🌿A Christmas Poem

His Name Shall Be Called…

By Shawna S.

12-23-25

🎁Unto us the Child was given,

Heaven’s promise drawn near,

Light stepped down into our darkness,

Love made visible, hope sincere.

Wonderful Counselor — wisdom speaking,

Truth that quiets every fear.

Mighty God — strength unshaken,

Power wrapped in mercy here.

Everlasting Father — steady, faithful,

Arms that hold both time and grace.

Prince of Peace — calm in the chaos,

Rest for every weary place.

Born not in splendor, but in surrender,

Cradled where the humble belong.

Angels whispered, shepherds listened,

Heaven met earth in sacred song.

Jesus — the Name above all names,

The Gift the world had waited for.

Hope in flesh, salvation breathing,

Love arrived… forevermore.

🌈Happy New Year: New Mercies, New Steps

By Shawna S.

January 1, 2026

A new year dawns with morning light,

God whispers hope into the night.

Yesterday fades, its weight released,

For mercy wakes and does not cease.

His compassions—steady and true—

Arrive each dawn, forever new.

Not borrowed grace, not secondhand,

But fresh from God’s own loving hand.

We do not walk as who we were,

No chains remain, no guilt to stir.

In Christ, we rise—made whole, made free,

To walk anew in victory.

The past no longer holds our name,

No shame, no fear, no lingering blame.

We step ahead with hearts made clean,

Alive in hope, reborn, redeemed.

So here we stand—one breath, one voice—

A brand-new year, a holy choice.

To trust the work God will complete,

And walk in grace with steady feet.

New mercies greet us—morning bright.

New life begins—walk in His light.

He Will Hold You:

Will you hold on to Him?

By Shawna S.

1-6-26

When the ground beneath you starts to shake,

And your strength feels worn and thin,

When prayers fall quiet on tired lips

And doubt tries to settle in—

He will hold you.

When the night feels longer than the day,

And tears speak louder than words,

When your heart is searching for a refuge

And answers still haven’t emerged—

He will hold you.

Not with force,

Not with fear,

But with hands that have always known your name.

Hands that carried the weight of the world,

So you wouldn’t have to carry your pain.

He will hold you when you’re steady.

He will hold you when you fall.

He will hold you when you don’t know

If you can hold on at all.

But the question gently waits in the stillness,

Not spoken to shame or accuse—

When He reaches for you in love and grace,

Will you choose Him, too?

Will you hold on when the answers delay?

Will you trust when the path feels unclear?

Will you rest in His promise

That He is near?

He will never loosen His grip.

He will never let you go.

His faithfulness is not dependent

On how strong you feel or know.

He will hold you through every season.

Through the breaking. Through the bend.

Through beginnings that feel uncertain

And endings you didn’t plan.

So when the storm passes through your soul

And the calm feels far and dim,

Remember this truth—steady and sure:

He will hold you.

The question remains, soft but true:

Will you hold on to Him?

💞Filled With Love

April 9, 2026

I am filled up with love
Because of God’s love from above

Everything about my words are real
Every word I speak about God and my family—
in my heart, I truly feel

This love is not forced
It’s not something I pretend

It flows from a place
That God continues to mend

He fills me daily
So I can pour it out

In my life, in my words, in my actions—
that’s what love is all about

🌈😎 Fourth of July Poem

📅July 4, 2026

😊 Freedom Begins Within

By Shawna S.

Today we celebrate our nation’s birth,
A land of freedom and priceless worth.
We’re thankful for those who chose to stand,
To help preserve this blessed land.

As fireworks light the evening sky,
May grateful hearts be lifted high.
For freedom shines its brightest light
When truth and love remain in sight.

Yet greater still than earthly gain
Is freedom found through Jesus’ name.
He breaks the chains that hold us tight,
And leads us by His truth and light.

So as we gather, laugh, and pray,
Let’s thank the Lord this holiday.
For every blessing, great and small,
His faithful love surrounds us all.

May peace fill every heart today.

May kindness guide the words we say.

May hope grow stronger as we live,

And may we freely love, forgive.

Let’s cherish freedom while we can,

By loving God and loving man.

One grateful heart…

One faithful prayer…

One nation strengthened…

When God is there.

😎👋🏼 Happy Fourth of July!

💞🙏🏼 May God bless you, your family, and our nation as we continue to seek Him together.

💖 Much Love for you all!

TempleCare Pillar Poem

One Choice at a Time

By Shawna S.

July 5, 2026

Each day we choose what fills our plate,
The path of wisdom or the weight.
Not out of fear, nor driven pride,
But walking with the Lord as Guide.

Daniel chose to honor God,
Though others chose a different way.
He trusted God with all his heart,
And followed Him from day to day.

Our bodies are a gift divine,
Entrusted for this earthly time.
So every choice, though small it seems,
Can help fulfill God's greater dreams.

We need not strive for perfect days,
Nor measure worth in passing ways.
One faithful choice, then one once more,
Can lead us where we've not been before.

So when decisions come our way,
Let's pause before we choose each day.
Not asking only, "What tastes best?"
But, "What brings God our very best?"

One step in faith,
One meal with care,
One grateful heart,
One whispered prayer.

💞 Give Me a Clean Heart