Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Resounding in my Spirit today Are words of joy and delight The Lord says He is pouring out Double for every trial. As Hannah mourned a deepened loss The Lord was watching near For what He planned for Hannah
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
This morning I was pondering with the Lord the delight of seeing His girls fly with their dreams from Him. One by one I am seeing the enemy lose his grip while freedom is taking root in many hearts. There
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s an injury to your heart The Lord sees with His eyes Others may miss its need But never shall the Christ. He sees deeply within When we’re broken or torn to shreds And bruised is your dear heart
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a hissing quietly in the background. Do you hear it? The cunning serpent has been slowly working to get you into agreement with him. It’s been subtle… but costly. So costly that you have yet to realize
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have read many posts regarding the NYC abortion decision. I wish I were surprised, but I am not. This has been peeking over the horizon for some time and I admit I’m likely in deep mourning. I am
Dear Jonah why have you fled For nowhere can you hide I see the paths you take I never close My eyes. The wind I’ve had to stir A tempest deep and wide Until thou answers, “Yes” The storm
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
After years in ministry, my viewpoints have changed on many things. From doctrines I no longer believe as true to the way I share Christ with others. Deception starts early and not until intimacy with Christ is built personally does
It’s a beautiful thing, Lord To sit and think Of your lovely and very kind ways The way you hover over my heart And drive the clouds away. Your whisper is near beckoning clear “My child, I’ll be good
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I awake to the pitter patter of morning rain. The scent seeps through my windowsills as if all of Heaven is stirring. The Lord is calling. The scent is fresh. There is no musty stench as I walk out the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The day has come when the Deborah in me arises and The Christ presses me onward into battle. The enemy has been on my land for some 7 years. But, just like God, 7 marks the completion of a
