Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Laughter is good But so are tears Do not cover thy pain and thy fears. CHRIST is the rock who sets thee firm Give ALL thy valleys and struggles.. not SOME. Give Him all that pierces and shakes Pour out
This came out of no where yesterday. I have pondered this word “silence” many times over the past years. It seems Christ is not finished speaking to it. Silence is why our children can no longer pray in schools..silence is
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There are many things Christ died to give us…much of the blessings and gifts He desires us to ask for. Paul says we should earnestly seek the greater gifts. Yet, I find many seem very comfortable and satisfied with their
There is a point where Christ indeed may turn us over to our sin. He is such a merciful God, yet He sees to the heart and whether we truly desire freedom from sin. Many times there is more thought
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Despite my many failures to love as He loves, obey as I should, and to walk in the faith I desire…He shows mercy. Mercy I do not deserve, yet He freely gives. What might happen should we become a people
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Such agony can be seen in the eyes of another. Sadness, grief, but also anger and bitterness. Honestly, eventually it can be seen manifesting itself in illness as well as the emptiness of the eyes. Ever looked into the eyes
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Such power lies in our words. The power to lift up and the power to tear down. Christ seems to have such gentleness in the most astounding times doesn’t He? Even when calling for repentance His words often offer such
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
