Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
To the single mother who has had to fight to stay alive, yet, pursued zealously the heart of Jesus still. He will honor you. To the woman who is married, yet, without a husband. Jesus will be your husbandman.
I’ve felt the sting of betraying love Christ helped me to trust again. I’ve soaked my pillow in deep regrets Christ taught me to use them as friends. I’ve wailed in the night when all were gone Christ
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I’ve known you, Lord, to hold my heart as it shattered into a million pieces. I’ve known you also to hold my hand when the world thought I was nothing but useless. I’ve known you, Lord, to cup my
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It makes you act in a way unbecoming to the Savior. It will needle you to exclude and withhold encouragement for some while praising others. It is the root of many cliques. It’s the spirit that winces when you
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I find that the loveliness of Jesus is never-ending. He knows when this little girl is in need of her Father and when she needs simply to be nudged firmly forward by His mighty roar. I see Him as I
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There will be times when you are misunderstood. But God sees. He sees to the heart of a matter and will tenderly stroke your hair with understanding. At times, your actions will be misconstrued and you might find yourself as
I went to sleep last night awakened by the Lord writing something on my heart. There was a season-a long one- where I came into agreement with the enemy. I believed that it was “Gods will” for me to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let us not think that our gifts, once given over to the world, will be honored by God. Success can easily be a facade of the enemy. If God has gifted you in writing, music, photography, production, or anything
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Have you ever grieved past seasons of life? I found myself this week reminiscing much. It’s not that I don’t love where Christ has me today. But I do remember vividly the times He called me onward. This always
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a seed planted deep Covered by the darkest of soil Hidden from view equipped as a tool The handmaidens of the Lord. With a nurturing spirit given by Christ To tend the hearts in need The mothering
