• I pray

    by day

    that I reflect

    your intent

    the work

    you’ve spurned

    while alone

    in my home

    uncoiling

    not foiling

    removing the lies

    from the spies

    place the inate

    fate

    in a clear glass bowl

    like a young foal

    for all to see

    with glee

    as it strengthens

    and lengthens

    it’s legs

    pegged

    for a journey

    lets see

    your testing

    not messy

    direct

    as you flex

    through those

    you chose

    create community

    to seize

    the day

    that lays

    beyond

    the bound

    without sound

    that you found

    give your voice

    for a choice

    when they open

    the unspoken

    broken

    folken

    choosing to make

    not too late

    you as their king

    and start to sing

    uncage

    their fate

    blooming

    fuming

    sweet

    sleek

    out of cheeks

    we meet

    from a bank

    of people

    seeking the steeple

    you hem

    the frayed

    who layed

    down their pride

    inside their heart

    you start

    to create

    by fate

    a bowl

    for their soul

    to overflow

    direct

    the influx

    from your spirit

    with wit

    as we

    bend our knees

    to your will

    let it rise

    without lies

    heal

    the feels

    that were broken

    from stealing a token

    not meant

    to be leant

    as we forgive

    let us live

    our new life

    without strife

  • I’m not fine

    on this line

    of thinking

    as I’m sinking

    and linking

    the blinking

    to being bound

    I was found

    but he lied

    and I got fried

    because they asked

    I got tasked

    with the pain

    and disdain

    as I layed

    and prayed

    through my days

    that poured

    through the door

    there was more

    of a future

    with out sutures

    they’d leave a mark

    as the stark

    contrast

    did last

    from the promise

    I missed

    on the wedding

    when everything

    changed

    and dismay

    displayed

    I made

    the choice

    not to voice

    but listened

    as the glisten

    faded

    the jaded

    life

    now full of strife

    I remember

    now tender

    mention

    as a vision

    I listen

    from my past

    a gasp

    brings me

    to my knees

    thank the Lord

    I’m not bored

    of the love

    now shoved

    as the glove

    is undone

    and spun

    to a new life

    with out strife

    God’s redemption

    a solid foundation

    I won’t go back

    to where I lacked

    a way out

    and a pout

    God’s people

    in a steeple

    please find

    the blind

    and hurting

    who are flirting

    with turning

    to a depression

    not mentioned

    as they smile

    a mile

    but inside

    they hide

    the broken

    unspoken

    shatters

    that matter

  • This is testimony from the first person to answer our survey. We will be sharing one of these
    testimonies once a month. I’m praying these will help others.


    I’ve always believed in Jesus and trusted that His way is better, but this year my faith became
    real in a new way. My husband and I were married in September 2024, and we had always
    dreamed of starting a family. In April 2025, we were overjoyed to see a positive pregnancy test.
    We prayed, planned, and shared the excitement with our families.
    Just weeks later, everything changed. I woke up one morning in severe pain, and deep down I
    knew something was wrong. At the hospital, the doctor gently told me it was likely a
    miscarriage—and later, an ultrasound confirmed there was no baby. The grief was
    overwhelming. I felt guilt, shame, and heartbreak, even blaming myself for something I couldn’t
    control.
    That night, sitting on the bathroom floor, I cried out to God asking “why.” In that broken
    moment, I had what I can only describe as my “hem touching moment.” I felt Him gently remind
    me: “Trust Me. In My perfect timing, you will have a family.”
    From that point on, I chose to trust Him more deeply. Through the pain, God carried me. He is
    still guiding me, reminding me that He is the way, the truth, and the life.
    “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your
    ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.” (Proverbs 3:5–6)

    Resources for couples grieving a miscarriage
    Kalamazoo County: Bronson Healthcare Share Support “The loss of a baby” 269-341-6639
    bereavement@bronsonhg.org
    Pregnancy and Infant Loss Support faith-45.com
    Corewell Health offers grief counseling and spiritual care for a miscarriage
    Allegan County: Wings of Hope Hospice monthly meetings
    Ottawa County: Maternal Wellness Program
    Ottawa County Department of Public Health
    Pine Rest Christian Mental Health Services

  • Count it all joy,

    Oh boy!

    Even in the winter 

    When I feel all the splinters?

    When I’m on the path

    But can’t see the map?

    Tilling the soil

    My soul boils

    Purify

    Oh so sly

    Gentle whispers

    That glitter

    Planting seed

    BUT I NEED

    You say no,

    Just go slow

    Your voice

    By choice

    Over the noise

    Will I rejoice

    Eyes on you

    ‘Till all turns blue

    The days

    That fade

    Into peace

    So sweet

    Here and now

    I see, wow

    My Father 

    won’t falter

    The past

    Is smashed

    Allowing the new

    To break through

    His fruit

     Do not mute

    Displayed

     For days

    On end

    That don’t bend

     Salvation

    From creation

     Was God’s plan

    In this land

    Our soul

    Unfolds 

    The bowl

    Overflows

    His love

    From above

     Is the key

    That bends our knee

    Under your wings

    I sing

    Let all flock

    Take stock

     In his path

    You don’t need the map

    Accept his love

    From above

    Unlock your heart

    And he’ll start

     To mend

    And lend

    You courage

    Not discourage

    Breakdown

    The frown

    Open the gate

    Choose Him as your mate 

  • Snow flake

    Not fake

    A unique

    Physique

    The creator

    A mentor

    Whose mind

    Is not blind

    How much more

    With out a bore

    Will people

    Point to the steeple

    As we seek unity

    In community

    Like gold

    In a mold

    After the refinement

    And lament

    Purifies

    Pulling away lies

    That make fellowship

    Stumble and trip

    A peace

    That leaves

    The mind

    Just fine

    At the temple

    We fall

    In awe

    Of the law

    That’s perfect

    And select

    As the lords will

    Instills

    We bend

    And blend

    Flowing

     As a covering

    Thinly spread

    without lead

    Display

    Without delay

    The view

    Without a pew

    The LORD’s power

    In the flower

    Cheribim 

    Not on a whim

    And palm trees

    As we bend our knees

    Show the world

    We don’t just twirl

    The gold

    Will be told

    It’s shape

    Not fake

    A message

    Secret passage

    To make the seas

    Bend their knees

    A revival

    Without rival

    Fulfill the commission

    As our mission

  • http://www.mccallumchurch.org

    This church speaks life into my heart. It’s white and nestled beautifully within a colorful landscape of trees near Hastings, MI. Alison shared during a women’s gathering called “Nurture”. If you live in the area or traveling through, be sure to stop by at 6pm on the third Wednesday of the month to experience “Nurture” for yourself. Regular attendee’s are known for caring deeply, showing up authentically and loving well.

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