Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have witnessed such harshness on social media lately. Brethren turning on other brethren, questioning every word they say, etc. I am one for truth no doubt; however, I also know where I came from and how easily we can
I spent the day being reminded of my first calling…”seek first His Kingdom and righteousness….then ALL will be added…” I have been looking for a door….The Door. The Lord kept nudging me about a door. It may seem odd but
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a paramount need That Christ does surely see A many without a home Who suffer life alone. But centuries long ago Deborah, a mother, arose To tend the needy hearts Of Israels little flock. Where now are Mothers
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When lost in His presence there’s a sound. It arises from one’s heart in deep resound. When tears drop a melodic crystal that crown Then His heart inside of you begins to pound. It’s a beckoning of a princess to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is nothing more hindering than a religious spirit and this is why the scriptures tell us that “the traditions of man cause the Word to be of no effect.” There are areas in our lives we must allow Christ
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Lord gave me a vision today in prayer as the thunder and rain started to fall …He then gave me a beautiful song called “Fall Like Rain” as I saw a cloud distinctly break open on individual hearts. The
There is a tool you must embrace As you draw near to Christ. A tool that leaves a crimson stain A piercing of one’s side. For as He molds your precious life To reflect more of His face You will
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Dear Christ in all His tenderness Does come on weighted winds To nudge His sorrowed little lambs It’s time to breathe again… For long it’s been to find thyself And much,oh much, was lost But now the God of Recompense
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was praying this morning and asked the Lord to give me His heart and mind….I honestly placed before Him a fear of moving in my own agenda more often than in His. I carefully poured out a heart
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
We walk through our days with heads somewhat buried in the sand at that which the enemy has become so successful at. We live as if every person present in time is sent by the Lord when in all actuality
