Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Whistling Wind
Do you hear the whistle of the wind? The King of Glory is moving among us. There is a refreshing in the breeze. It’s crisp and makes way for a new thing. His presence is circling around and...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Course Correction
I find often a death precedes a birthing of something new. The doors close suddenly and losses build and it appears the enemy is at work. Often he may be hidden in the mix of things but still the sovereign...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Captured
A word does stir within my heart A warning from The Christ Be careful of nets skillfully sown A web of deceitful might. Assignments launched in flesh colored skins Sent to stall your move Patient and kind to natural...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Tattered Hearts
There is no heart that is bullet proof. The heart that takes continual blows will become severely tattered. Whether it is outwardly seen or not Christ Jesus knows intimately the wounds of one’s heart. While some have successfully built a...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Breach in the Wall
There will be not one moment that Christ misses the shunning of one of His own. For He will always defend His sheep. I see much heart rot within our body and it seems we think it’s acceptable to misuse,...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Fear
Fear has a loud voice. Yet, at times it disguises itself as “wisdom and prudence.” Faith requires risk. It will often defy the natural order of things. I am not opposed to the earthy storing things up, saving finances, etc....
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Doors
Be careful of the open doors And what does lie behind For many doors are God ordained But some are just disguised. The devil knows just how to work To set a snare and trap And if you do...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Hidden Remnant
There needs to come a time when you are done with the ritual of our western church culture. How many Bible studies does one need in order to walk the thing out? We are forever learning yet never coming into...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Reserved
There is a place for you at the Kings table. It is an assigned seat really. It never is given away because it was designed before the foundations of the world just for you. You were made to fill the...Order Your Magazine
