The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • Life, cooking and outcome

    What is a batter who cannot swing? What is a ball never thrown, never hit or swung at? What is a goalie without the puck, or players without ice beneath their skates? Without the posts, how does the placekicker find three points? Life is made of pieces, each one needed to make the whole. Like… Read more

  • Don’t be a dog

    “Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord. To write the same things to you, to me indeed is not grievous, but for you it is safe. Beware of dogs, beware of evil-workers, beware of the concision. For we are the circumcision, who worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no… Read more

  • Numerology, god, truth

    Lately I’ve noticed more Christians talking about numbers as if they’re messages from God!Be it things like number “2”, or “18” people or “7” this or “18” in multiple occurrences, and It never fails to always include or come with a  spiritual sounding tone: “God’s trying to tell me, or us something.”To be brutally honest,… Read more

  • not in my time,…. only His!

    “A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation: I the LORD will hasten it in its time.” (Isaiah 60:22, Webster) How small the beginnings of God’s work often seem….A little one, a remnant, a seed hidden in the soil — all appear insignificant in human eyes. Yet from such… Read more

  • Talent and Truth

    In God’s arithmetic, faithfulness multiplies far beyond amount or status.“And cast ye the unprofitable servant into utter darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” (Matthew 25:30, Webster) these individuals do not merely lose reward, but rather their souls; all of this, as should be overly obvious, completely refutes the unscriptural doctrine of unconditional… Read more

  • Tired 7 6 5 4

    Life drags my body moves because it knows nothing else to do, yet breathing hurts like a fracture that never mends.The nights stretch, each one longer, the stars nothing but cold eyes watching What was once warmth is only dust now, slipping through my fingers as the mirror does not lie, a hollow face, pale… Read more

  • Weeping? for?

    Today, I weep,then sleep,then weep againlike that lost sock from the laundry as I sit alone; the weight of the world sits deep within my emotions I reach for the remote yet the TV screen feels like a cruel joke, laughter without warmth,voices from other lives, all pretend I try to hold on,but the walls… Read more

  • Happy Valentines day 2026

    Year number 11 is here as I cradle a card,the embossed letters,faded, empty frames without your faces,smiling ghosts,haunting my thoughts Tied by barbed wire to a post, a single rose wilts, it’s secrets and memories I’ll never  share, for people now are too dense to truly grasp love and joy Today in my heart beneath… Read more

  • My son, I love you

    To Memory: Memory,you are a delicate thread, a tape-loop of laughter, hands molding clay,sticky ice cream fingers,the way he’d tilt his head,as if trying to catch the light and the sun that danced in his smiles I count the birthdays missed,balloons floating to ceilings,each one a year without his giggles, and there’s silence rather than… Read more

  • I am the cup

    you’ve never been thereyou’ve never held each memoryI wear my scars like scratches, scuffs, and swirling spoons striking my body ,faded edges, chipped rim you don’t see the way I gather pieces of myself from the floor, as a reminderof the ones who slipped through my hands like tiny grains of sand loneliness is a… Read more