Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Royal Diadems When left alone there’s time to think Of that which Christ does bring Comfort, love, joy, and peace Such a multitude of things. Arrayed as royal diadems He handles us with care Clothing us in royal robes His
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When I think I could not love Him more…I find that I do…. The Altar Don’t fret if you shan’t find me I’m where I need to be You’ll find me at the altar Seeking on my knees. For when
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I find that the brokenhearted somehow feel a need to hide. Maybe the world thinks one broken has a time limit for mending? Yet Christ has clearly shown my own heart the uniqueness of grief. It is quite relative in
Much we are taught may not be truth…it is time to allow the Holy Spirit to be the teacher He was sent to be…much of today’s teachings are man made and birthed out of tradition…never what Christ intended for us…only
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There are times when you will feel like giving up..folding your tent..and heading home. Fight this urge on your knees..for in this place His power rushes in to tend your need. The darkness you encounter, the inadequacies, the taunting from
It does not take long to see into the eyes of loneliness. It is masked by many things….but underneath is a deep need. I find that we do not do so well as being long suffering. We tend to provide
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
We have this love affair with Dandelions…me and Jesus:) He uses them to remind me to be ready to go wherever and whenever He calls… Wherever Father breathes blows a million little seeds That when carried by the wind finds
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It is as much danger to stay as it is to go. For when God speaks…we must obey. That which is not Faith..is sin according to Romans. We find much more peace in waiting at times wondering what the harm..yet
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is never a time that the Lord gives me a little blessing that I am not head over heels once again. I was admiring this sweet little yellow flower. It was actually hard to see. Honestly, it seemed so
He has always loved to share things about rain with me. I fell in love with rain when I wrote It Smells Like Rain with Him some years ago for the last album. But it seems the pondering doesn’t leave.
