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A New Hello
Shalom… and welcome. It has been over 100 posts since I welcomed people so I wanted to jump back. Not just to words on a page, but to something I believe the Lord Himself has breathed into existence. Before anything else is said, let this be clear—this space, these words, this story… none of it belongs to me. Every ounce of it is the Lord’s. Every piece of healing, every moment of endurance, every breath that carried me here is a testimony of His mercy, not my strength. For y
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 174 min read
A Narrative Transformed - Poem
A Poetic piece written for a small group going through a program called Freedom. 2025 A Narrative Transformed I will not echo fear or doubt, Nor let the lies come pouring out, My voice will rise in truth and grace, Each word a spark, each breath a flame. I silence shame, I shatter lies, With boldness lifting tear-stained eyes. No whispered fear will shape my days - I walk in truth, I live in praise. I am not small - I carry fire, Anointed, chosen, called, inspired. No wound,
Kelsay Parrott
2 days ago1 min read
At the Table
A Poetic Narrative from the viewpoint and voice of the Lord speaking to His honored Guest at the Table. 2024 At the Table You are welcome, My Child To sit at my table. The banquet has been set, Plenty for all your needs. Don't hand your head low But sit up proud. For you are meant to be here, There is plenty for all your needs. Take a piece of bread, I will pour you a glass of wine. Out of abundance There is plenty for all you need. My Child, come to my right Hold my hand You
Kelsay Parrott
2 days ago1 min read
Just a Touch
A Poetic reflection of the Woman with the Issue of Blood (found in Matthew 9:20-22, Mark 5:25-34, and Luke 8:43-48) Unclean, that is what you call me. Unworthy of touch or even to be. Suffering in silences and quieted by despair. Alone and isolated, who would even care? A man in a crowd, surrounded all around. One who has healing to abound. But how can I get to you? Without touching anyone, not even a shoe. "Just one touch of His robe." I thought, Not enough to make you distr
Kelsay Parrott
2 days ago1 min read
Surgery number ???
If you had told me—even a few years ago—that 23 years after becoming a burn survivor I would still be facing surgeries, I don’t know that I would have believed you. There was a time I thought this chapter would close, that healing would eventually mean *done*. And yet, here I am, still walking it out. There has to be a reason for that. In July, I will be undergoing what is nearing my 90th operation . This past Tuesday, I met with a burn specialist at Lehigh Valley in Allento
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 83 min read
Cry His Name (Edit and Revised)
Cry His Name Edited April 2026 On a cool, quiet eve, where all should be well, My heart begins stirring, my mind in a cell. So I call on the Name that shatters my chains, The One who forever reigns. Each syllable trembles from lips weak and worn, A fragile, sacred sound being born. El Shaddai , the Almighty, steady and near, Whose presence and power unravel my fear. Jehovah Jireh, Provider so true, In every need, it is You who come through. Adonai, my Lord, faithf
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 72 min read
Cry His Name (Unedited)
Cry His Name First written March 2025 On a cool quiet eve, where all should be well, My heart stirs, My mind is trapped in a cell. All I can do is call upon the name that breaks chains. The one that has the reign. Each syllable a whisper of the lips, a sacred sound Barely able to lift off the ground. El Shaddai, the Almighty, strong and near Whose love and power banishes fear! Jehovah Jireh, my provider so true, In times of trouble you bring me through. Adonai , my Lord, wi
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 72 min read
Calvary's Walk - A Poem
Calvary's Walk by Kelsay Parrott I took a walk to clear my mind, But those words keep echoing inside—so defined. “Crucify Him! King of the Jews!” Like a herald shouting the daily news. From my own lips, these cries rang out, An innocent man was then led out. Beaten until unrecognizable, mocked all the way— The images are in my mind, there to stay. I kept walking, up a hill, past a crowd of onlookers— A man hanging on a cross, a sinner. Yet His face glowed in a way I'd never s
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 72 min read
The Sound of Resurrection (An Easter Reflection
There is a version of Easter we like to hold onto—the bright one. The one dressed in pastels and sunlight, where everything feels resolved, redeemed, and radiant. But that’s not the Easter I felt. The Easter I encountered was quieter. Heavier. Truer. Deeper. It sounded like an old record spinning in the background—slightly warped, imperfect, carrying a melody that had known time, friction, and wear. The kind of sound you don’t just hear… you feel. It filled the room, not with
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 54 min read
An Honest Reality
There comes a point when the excuses run out—and what’s left is truth. Sometimes the hard truth. Not the polished kind. Not the kind we say out loud to make things sound better than they are. But the quiet, uncomfortable, sit-with-you-in-the-dark kind of truth. For me, that truth has been building for a while now. Since moving to Pennsylvania, I’ve put off seeing a burn specialist. At first, it felt justified. Life was busy. Work was demanding. Days blurred together and time
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 54 min read
Stay Open
It has been a rough couple of days. If I am completely honest with you. The kind that settle deep into your bones—where prayers feel heavier, not lighter. Where intercession turns into groaning, where words run out and all that’s left are tears. There has been a lot of that lately. Tears that come quietly and ones that don’t. Sleep that slips away just when you need it most. An appetite that disappears. And somewhere in the middle of it all, a strange feeling of being… lost w
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 52 min read
Maundy Thursday
This sacred day in Holy Week draws us into the quiet, weighty moments shared between Christ and His disciples. We remember the Last Supper—the final time these men would celebrate Passover with their Rabbi. It is a beautiful scene, but one we often overlook in its depth. We remember that the Lord sat with them—ate with them, washed their feet, and prayed among them. And all the while, He knew. He knew who would betray Him. He knew who would deny Him. And still, He chose to re
Kelsay Parrott
Apr 33 min read
A Letter from Yesteryear
Dear Future, As I sit by the window of my home—built brick by brick by my Pop’s own steady hands—the soft crackle of the phonograph fills the parlor, its music rising and falling like a quiet breath at the close of day. The needle hums along its worn path, and the melody lingers, unhurried, as though time itself has agreed to slow its pace for just a little while. We saved near a year for that machine, setting aside coins in a tin beneath the cupboard, until at last it stood
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 314 min read
Step back in Time
Live music drifted from the stage in gentle ribbons, curling through the air like something half-remembered. On the wooden floor, couples moved in easy rhythm, their steps brushing softly against time itself. Tables stood nearby, laid out in quiet abundance—bread broken, glasses filled, candlelight trembling in small golden halos. And nowhere—nowhere at all—was there the restless glow of screens. Only, now and then, a camera lifted briefly, as if to whisper, this moment matte
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 314 min read
Calvary's Walk
I wrote this poem a few years ago as I worshipped at the foot of the cross on Holy Week. This morning, it became motivation to students I work with in a discipleship program. I felt called to share that encouragement here for any of you as we walk through Holy Week Together. As we step into this sacred week, we are not just remembering something that happened—we are being drawn into something that is still speaking. Holy Week is not distant or quiet history; it is alive with
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 314 min read
Humbled and Honored
I was driving home from the award ceremony, sitting in a quiet moment, just talking to God. Not a big, polished prayer—just something real: “Lord… is this the beginning of something? If it is, would You just show me?” Not even a minute later, I glanced over—and there they were. Not one, but two bald eagles soaring above me. If you know me, you know God has used eagles to speak to my heart in very specific moments. And in that instant, I just knew. Not because of what I saw, b
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 264 min read
Help Me Trust You Here
I recently went to see Joshua at Sight & Sound Theatre, and I walked in expecting a powerful production—but I didn’t realize I was walking into a moment of conviction. Every production Ive been to at Sight and Sound has left a lasting impact but this one hit in the season I am in. Not loud. Not overwhelming. But quiet. Deep. Personal. There was a line that didn’t just stay on the stage—it followed me out, settled into my spirit, and hasn’t left: “Lord, help me trust You here.
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 193 min read
Our Connections Bring More
We were sitting in a circle at a seminary—men and women, many of whom had walked through incarceration, all carrying different stories, different burdens, different pasts. And then there were those of us who had come from college for a week of missions. Different worlds, brought into one room. One by one, we made simple statements. “I’ve traveled outside the country.” “My favorite color is blue.” “I’ve been arrested.” After each statement, we tossed a spool of yarn across the
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 173 min read
Heartbeat Purpose
Place your hand over your heartbeat—your wrist, your neck, your chest. Be still for a moment… and feel it. Like really feel it. Do not move past this moment quick. Now take a few deep breaths before you finish here. That steady rhythm beneath your skin is not an accident. It is not meaningless. It is breath given. It is life sustained. It is purpose, still unfolding. Just imagine, this is something that Never stops until your purpose is done. It beats and beats, day in and da
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 172 min read
26 Lessons for 26 Years: Part 3 — The Final Six
Parts one and two spoke of God’s love and the lessons it taught me along the way—truths learned in quiet moments and painful seasons alike. This final part is where those lessons settled into my bones. These are not theories or ideas; they are lived realities. They are what remained after the dust settled, after the wounds began to scar, and after I realized survival was no longer the goal—living was. I pray these lessons help ground you and help you to reflect deeper as well
Kelsay Parrott
Mar 175 min read
Sensitive Content:
As a trauma pastor and survivor, I find it essential to alert readers to sensitive topics, ensuring they feel safe and aren’t caught off guard. A simple warning can prevent harm, so please approach this content mindfully. If it may be sensitive for you, consider reading at a safer time or skipping it altogether. If something causes distress, please seek help from a licensed counselor, pastor, or trusted friend. Note that it’s impossible to warn for all triggers, so please advocate for yourself and assess the content before engaging. Thank you for understanding and for helping create a safer environment for all!
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