Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Unmatchable Name
There is no comparison that can be made To the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. For every demon of Hell must bow His name brings power and might. Do you know what you hold in this earthen vessel Or...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fresh Eyes
We need fresh eyes. Eyes untainted by a world in sin. Eyes that see pain first, sin second. Eyes that fill with tears over the brokenness of humanity. Eyes that see little girls hidden in big girls who have...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Cliché
It’s possible I might step gently on a few toes here. It is not my intent. I am only bringing some awareness to a critical error in our teachings. In our church culture in the west, we have created many...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Head on Collision
For some there is coming wreckage. You will think it is the enemy wreaking havoc but it is you colliding head on with your divine destiny. You’ve run far like Jonah. Paid the ticket to get on that ship...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Family of God
It’s possible I might step gently on a few toes here. It is not my intent. I am only bringing some awareness to a critical error in our teachings. In our church culture in the west, we have created...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Church That Doesn’t Fight
We have been deceived into a stand still. When an issue arises that one must fight for biblical justice, we choose to refrain arguing it is for the best. So we teach our children how to back down from fighting...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Revolving Door
For too long many have casually come and gone taking for granted the very presence of God. Opportunities to grow, learn, and sit with Christ have been cast aside and thought best to be left for another day. Yet this...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Your Limp
The limp you walk with is where your greatest strength lies in Christ. The weaker we are, the more of His power is shown. The very place you keep trying to cover up is the very place that will lift...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Little Girl
There’s a little girl to which I gaze She stares deep into space A hue of pain around her eyes I wonder at what’s her heart shape. I catch myself and look away To Father I quietly speak To...Order Your Magazine
