The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

life

  • Lamb of God

    Don’t call Him gentle like that’s the whole story.Don’t shrink Him down to something safe enough to hang on a necklace and forget.“Lamb of God”was never meant to comfort you. It was meant to confront you. Because in the world that phrase was born into, lambs didn’t live in storybooks; they died on altars.Warm bodies,… Read more

  • 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

  • in heavenly places

    God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love for us, did not leave mankind in a fallen and helpless condition. Even when we were spiritually dead, without strength, without hope, and unable to come to Him:God intervened.Man, dead in trespasses and sins, had no ability to restore himself, no power to change… Read more

  • yes I’ll know, I will see them

    I was asked today to make things simple rather than how I most often write or talk… so here’s a fully regular writing that touches home for me…. for 9 reasons…. I’ve thought about this a lot, probably more than I’d like to admit. You lose somebody, or you get close to losing somebody, and… Read more

  • No Mystery

    “For this is the will of God, even your sanctification, that ye should abstain from lewdness. That every one of you should know how to possess his vessel in sanctification and honor; Not in the lust of concupiscence, even as the Gentiles who know not God:” (1 Thessalonians 4:3-5, Webster) The will of God is… Read more

  • Rich, Poor, Heaven and Hell

    The rich man and Lazarus is one of the most solemn and revealing passages Jesus ever spoke about, and taught,as seen in Luke 16:19–31It shows not only the literal, physical reality of eternity but also the heart of God’s justice and mercy. Many lessons are hidden within its seemingly simple story , yet every phrase… Read more

  • No condemnation….

    Justification is the act where a holy, just God declares a believing sinner righteous not because of their goodness but because of Christ’s finished work on the cross.It means God cancels the guilt of your sin and credits you with Christ’s perfect righteousness so before Him you are treated as not guilty.This declaration happens the… Read more

  • Easter, or any other day, is great!

    I don’t recall Jesus Christ ever telling anyone, not even Judas; that He couldn’t visit because of a picture on the wall, the color of their walls or maybe because they had friends who weren’t Christian….or that He couldn’t visit or heal them or pray for them due to the  negativity of their attitude(pains of… Read more

  • Death!

    When I think about death, I don’t imagine it as a sudden end, I imagine it as something familiar such as a quiet presence that steps forward when I am ready, not when I am afraid; It will come like an old friend who knows my voice, who has walked beside me in every moment… Read more

  • Twice, do we each die!

    The first time comes when our heart ceases its rhythm, and the world carries on without our footsteps. The second death is quieter, and more painful, as it arrives when our stories stop being told.Every memory, every shared laughter, every moment of reflection becomes a bridge between our existence and eternity. Stories are the echoes… Read more

  • Judas, Peter, and You

    When you read the Gospels, Peter and Judas can seem alike at first; both were close to Jesus, both made terrible mistakes, and both failed Him in horrible, traumatic, hurtful ways. However, when one dives beneath the surface you soon see: Their hearts couldn’t have been more different.Peter’s failure was born from being human, and… Read more

  • Sorcery and Fasting

    “And he said to them, This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer and fasting.” (Mark 9:29, Webster) First off, let me say this so everyone knows where I stand: There is no such thing other than foolishness about a ‘Daniel Fast’ or ‘miracle fasting’ or ‘fasting your way to healing’, or etc.… 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

  • Why, How, Who

    I was asked today how do I write, how long have I written, and why. It’s a gift, a blessing, a curse, a tool to look deep within and view the core. Hyper Empathy, affective empathy, discernment,etc, they each play a role. Writing isn’t just an act for me; it’s a release, a necessity. Every… Read more

  • The Lord’s Prayer

    “And he said to them, When ye pray, say, Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth. Give us day by day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to… Read more

  • Deserving of…

    In the front yard where daisies argue with dandelions her laughter is drawing circles in the air catching the wind’s secrets and each smile creates peace that only the wild knows There’s a tree casting shade, it’s bark a patchwork of stories,cracks and knots whispering tales of storms as the reminder that her life is… Read more

  • written in red

    “In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;” (Ephesians 1:7, KJV) In the true light of a stained glass morning,I kneel on a cold stone floor, each fissure a story of grace, for what is this grace,if not a wholly healing balm for the… Read more

  • She brings health and life

    In the newness of each dawn before winter ,Laura Rose steps into the dew drops of her earth Between Glastonbury and Butleigh There her hands are as a compass guiding through bramble and fern where wild greens are collected along with their secrets A palette of emerald dreams gathered with reverence and love; berries, flowers,… Read more

  • like a tree planted by the water

    my dance is not over just on pause daily my gravity pulls my world from beneath my feet as my heart races to catch a ghost,a shadow of someone I used to be: POTS my new internal roommate My bedroom tilts and twists on its axis, furniture shifts, the familiar becomes a mountain much like… Read more

  • what she sees

    I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more

  • Ήταν αληθινό

    the life clock ticks moment by moment an agonizing reminder of loss; faith slipping through my fingers like dust washed from gold by hydrogen cyanide My forgotten prayers all blurred, my guts are wrenched pleading for resurrection from the death I call life, and the light that never comes Outside, the horror of east coast… Read more

  • the essence of growing up

    Inside my rib cage lies a grave marked with 6 names and on the ground surrounding it are the remnants of a boy lost in memories and dreams,starved of life, breath fading; lost beneath what could have been This boy, that I the old man am, are one in the same: He often does not… Read more

  • My hero drives a wheelchair

    Because Jesus thought so much of you,to place you in my way,I found redemption, and as I sit with my butter pecan coffee each sip reminds me that grace drives a wheelchair Tears and prayers of my parents stored by God, we’re released When you speak,the world of Satan trembles, and my heart and soul… Read more

  • Christmas: more than you see

    In the colored lights glowing in December,the the scent of pine in wreaths and trees here I sit sifting through boxes of memories Shining, sparkling ornaments like ghosts,hanging heavy and each a fragment of laughter,a whisper now muffled,lost between carols and the weight of absence I remember the way they used to smile,how their laughter… Read more