encouraging girls of all ages to take their places in the Kingdom
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
If you’ll listen closely You’ll hear the sweetness of the Lord In the bird that’s singing Or the rain as it pours. You’ll hear Him as the wind blows As it drifts thru out the leaves You’ll even hear in…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
O’ Father, I need Lord, to give thee thine heart For Father its beating is sure now to stop It’s full now, too full Lord, of sorrows scarred marks O’ Father, I need Lord to give thee thine heart. O’…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Isn’t it our human nature that holds onto the temporal things in life. Till one day we realize Christ is calling us to move…yet moving is refused by our anchored hearts. There will be a season of our lives when…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
My heart has been so tendered as I have watched several friends walk through a season of deep grief. Some have lost a child years ago and others just a year ago. Through a season of personal grief the Lord…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I need not lift my voice I need not be loud I need no fanfare I need not be proud. I need not long prayers No eloquent words No theological wealth I need but a thirst. I need no applause…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Sin upon sin like links of chain One begets another without refrain. Soon it is lengths beyond thine eyes Yet Father in Heaven sees far and wide. To break it’s grip upon thy life You will need a repentant cry….
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Our Creator knows exactly how to speak to us. How to get a grin from us. How to stir a deep delight in us. I have learned each time He wins me over…He is delighted Himself. He delights in us…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Your Word is like the Dew That lifts a wilted soul Refreshes as the sun When weariness grabs hold. Full of tender drops That wets in droughts and toil Bread of life indeed Cleansing inner soil. Thy Word it carries…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is power in our words Unseen cause and effect unheard Life to the flesh or death disturbed There is weight to our words. There is power in our words Building blocks of encouragement Or crushing of the Spirit and…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I wonder could the “thorn” in the flesh be a memory? A place of deepest grief or personal Calvary. That thing that is gone yet faintly lives in minds Where the heart is sometimes consumed by its thought from time…
