The Outpourings – Page 106 – Shelly Wilson Ministries

A white feather with a water droplet floats beside dark wood on calm, green-tinged water, surrounded by patches of floating greenery—a quiet reflection of spiritual destiny and purpose.

When There’s A Word Over Your Life…

What happens when the purpose of God Has covered you with a word. A word of eternal plan only God can allow deterred. When A Word covers your life A javelin can be hurled But missed is but the mark…

Bright red poppies and purple wildflowers bloom in a sunlit field under a clear blue sky, as the sunlight gently shines above—an idyllic scene that whispers, "He Restores My Soul.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

When Faith Arises

A sudden burst I breathe in Noticing a slight little grin For Christ has imparted His wind And faith does arise again. I find I almost laugh out loud Hearing His heart beating so loud There’s something He’s doing right…

A waterfall cascades over a moss-covered, columnar basalt cliff into a clear, green pool surrounded by rocks and lush vegetation, evoking the peace of "He Restores My Soul" amid vibrant greenery and tranquil moss.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

He Restores My Soul..

We tend to look to people when we are in need. Yet Christ wants us to go to Him first. For He is the only one who can fully mend, fully tend, fully restore. His breath alone can give you…

Sunlight streams through tall, dense trees in a strong forest, illuminating green undergrowth and creating a warm, golden glow among the trunks and foliage.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

When Strong Turns to Weak

I find an interesting pondering Looking throughout the years The strongest and meekest of Christian Can rise with devastating austere. Admired and gifted from Heaven With destiny and favor and more Can be strong in the eyes of humans Yet…

A serene mountain lake reflects the surrounding mountains, forests, and a partly cloudy sky, creating a mirror-like effect on the calm water. Sunlight filters through clouds, casting a soft glow and rhythm across the peaceful landscape.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Rhythm…

There is a rhythm of Christ with me Yet, a different rhythm for you that’s unique At times our steps will be the same But other times I might be behind a refrain. The chords in my life may sound…

A wooden bridge with railings leads into thick white fog, obscuring the view beyond the end of the bridge and creating a mysterious, atmospheric scene.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Unseen

There is a hidden, subtle surge When something in Christ is disturbed At times you seem but confused For much of the time we refuse. A heart at times fails to heed A warning Christ sends as He sees For…

A wooden bench faces a calm lake surrounded by trees, with morning mist rising from the water and a clear blue sky above. Branches frame the scene from above, and a narrow dock extends into the lake.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

When…

When human hearts are slow to go When need revealed is never sown When worldly things capture time When life becomes familiar rhymes. When death becomes a comfort zone When life abundant is never known When hearts are led by…

A tall white lighthouse glows with light at dusk, standing near a small building under a clear, star-filled sky—Christ Never Looked grander against the peaceful night backdrop.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

If Christ Never Looked..

What if Christ never looked Upon the darkest need If He just decided It wasn’t His to see. Would little girls in chains Ever be set free Would addicts shooting up Hear of the “High-est” King? What if He turned…

A white sheep stands on a grassy hill with a blue sky and fluffy white clouds in the background. The sheep faces forward, appearing calm and peaceful.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

To Be Small

I think I’ll choose to stay small When everyone seems to like tall I’m settled with being unseen For Christ has a good view of me. I watch a world of prestige Climbing the ladders of esteem Wanting to be…

Sunrise over a mountain range with mist and low clouds filling the valleys, casting a golden glow that mingles with the quiet Color of Sadness, creating a serene, ethereal atmosphere across the landscape.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Color of Sadness

I often see sadness in the eyes of a person. There is a visible sign of sorrow. Maybe it is only recognizable to those who know intimately …sorrow or sadness. If you have never been in a well of sorrow,…

Posts Categorized: The Outpourings

When There’s A Word Over Your Life…

When Faith Arises

He Restores My Soul..

When Strong Turns to Weak

The Rhythm…

Unseen

When…

If Christ Never Looked..

To Be Small

The Color of Sadness

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