Amelia Mapstone

Joined June 2022

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Welcome to my blog of Christ-conscious prose, poetry, and praise. ✍🏼 ✝️

I hope you find a piece of Peace with wisdom and understanding. God bless you and your tribe. X

IG: @wombinword 🕊️

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All is Vanity
Pleasure, what do you have for me? You are a treasure that broke before it was made, food which expired aeons ago. Profit, what could you give me?
By Amelia Mapstone8 months ago in Poets
Seek First the Kingdom
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Just like she said it would. “Someday,” she had whispered one night as I combed her long silver hair, “I will disappear, and the river will run away from our kingdom and into another. You must be ready, Skylet.”
By Amelia Mapstoneabout a year ago in Fiction
Healing the Heart (Part 2)
Trauma Bonds Southern thunder tore my womb asunder, and out came dozens of signs and wonders… In particular– waves of
By Amelia Mapstoneabout a year ago in Poets
Healing the Heart (Part 1)
Present Could it be that giving up my future with you was a worthy sacrifice to God? It must be... for in Eternity rests Now, and our 'Now'
By Amelia Mapstoneabout a year ago in Poets
When Heart Beats Mind
Can you feel your heartbeat through the eyelashes? Flum-thump, flum-thump, flum-thump Each one whispers Fate into place with Passion.
By Amelia Mapstoneabout a year ago in Poets
Christ in a Lake
Have you ever floated in a calm lake at sunset, watching the stars blink into sight? Have you lain in the grass at midnight while meteors shower you with light?
By Amelia Mapstoneabout a year ago in Journal
A Call for Hospitality
The hospitality business is a reflection of God’s Work in Creation. This was never more apparent to me than when I worked overtime as a housekeeper, surrounded by coworking mothers and fathers. Instead of going home to tuck their kids in for the night, they were tucking in sheets for strangers.
By Amelia Mapstone2 years ago in Humans
Signs of Wonder
Everyone wept when my heart went dark, Capturing the Rapture inside a soul-spark. Life itself dissolved for three minutes tops;
By Amelia Mapstone2 years ago in Poets
The Homemaker's House
“We have to hurry!” I exclaimed, leaping downstairs. “Or else this house will consume everyone we love!” My ex-partner trailed close behind. “What do you mean?”
By Amelia Mapstone2 years ago in Psyche
God's Self-Portrait
To hate oneself is sin– a grave error in understanding reality. For if we knew the network of Love that runs through creation, we would repent
By Amelia Mapstone2 years ago in Poets

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All is Vanity

Seek First the Kingdom

Healing the Heart (Part 2)

Healing the Heart (Part 1)

When Heart Beats Mind

Christ in a Lake

A Call for Hospitality

Signs of Wonder

The Homemaker's House

God's Self-Portrait

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