The Outpourings – Page 107 – Shelly Wilson Ministries

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.

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,…

Rocky shoreline with scattered green plants, calm tidal pools reflecting a pastel pink and blue sunrise sky—evoking scenes from religious art where Christ might be walking—distant trees on the left, and calm ocean water stretching to the horizon.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Christ Walking…

Can I ask what stirs thy heart And causes passion to rise Can I ask you to be honest Do you see with Father’s eyes? For apathy and complacency Has rested in the Church The Church who once was vibrant…

A scenic view of a secluded beach with white sand, turquoise waves, and steep grassy mountains rising above the shoreline under soft sunlight and mist—evoking a serene sense of peace reminiscent of a quiet church sanctuary.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

If Christ were like the Church…

Lord..forgive me for the delay. It is time and today…I have chosen whom I will serve. Bring yourself glory and reveal that which your Holy Spirit revealed to me on my own personal island of Patmos. For I have seen…

A person wearing a hat and light t-shirt rests their head on the steering wheel inside a green vintage vehicle, with sunlight filtering through the windows—sorry, the description appears to be incomplete.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

In the Breaking…

It was in the breaking of the bread That the disciples saw The Christ Until that moment came A veil covered their eyes. It was in the sorrowed heart Of Hannah as she prayed Unable to utter words An answer…

A pair of hands held open and facing upward, illuminated by dramatic red and green lighting against a dark background, as if offering too much hope to the darkness.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

My “Too Much”

When I ponder all your ways I WORSHIP you and say With “little girl-like” ways You really are “My Too Much.” From songs to poetry To prophetic worshiping Where your heart stirs inside of me Yes…you’re “My Too Much.” When…

Close-up black and white image of raindrops splashing on the surface of water, with droplets captured mid-air and ripples forming on the water below.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Gift

Psalm 84:5-7 Blessed is the man whose strength is in you, Whose heart is set on pilgrimage (mission). As they pass thru (cross over) the valley of Baca (weeping), They make it a spring (fountain or well). The RAIN also…

Close-up view of gentle ocean waves with the sun low on the horizon, casting a soft, hazy light over distant mountains—a tranquil scene where even The Resistance would pause to appreciate the serene atmosphere.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Resistance

A resistance can not always be seen, yet felt The subtle undercurrent causes discernment to swell The little innuendo’s that sadden His face Grieve His Spirit and taint His Name. There’s Power, oh yes, in His very Word For from…

Posts Categorized: The Outpourings

When…

If Christ Never Looked..

To Be Small

The Color of Sadness

Christ Walking…

If Christ were like the Church…

In the Breaking…

My “Too Much”

The Gift

The Resistance

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