Dare
There is such a stirring in my heart for more of Christ. The “more” I have yet to uncover yet find such mysteries in His Word. Should we settle..woe to us for missing the bright and shining star as we
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Man
What a missed opportunity to love one who longs for love. Many wait for us to go love them where they are. Are we looking for the open door to do so? God places people in our lives daily for
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Dwell
The Lord had brought to my attention a word a few weeks ago. I knew He wanted me to ponder it. Yet truly I never sat intentionally to see what He had in mind..until I glanced across my bathroom to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Why Revival Tarries..a look at the scriptures with Henry Blackaby
The past few nights I have been engulfed in a Henry Blackaby teaching of the scriptures. What a hunger he has stirred in my heart again for revival. It sent me to my knees crying out to the Lord for
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Broken
What beauty arises upon our breaking. Whether the breaking is of mind, heart, body, or will. What treasures lie under the bruising soon to come forth. When the Father weighs down from heaven His hand to mold us, we cry
Lessen Thy Grip
In order to move with Christ He will finish a work. The work may be something you do not desire moving away from. It may be a place of comfort and longing even. A place you always hoped and dreamed
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
From Heaven’s Stage
Whatever life brings you, whatever trial plagues you. The Lord never loses sight of us..for His Word says He counsels us with His eye upon us. What a beautiful truth to remember. When the tears flow..He sees. When the joy
Endure..
It seems writing has been non-stop lately. A spark, a thought, a sorrow..and then He speaks. Sometimes we miss His intimacy with us. For me writing is a form of intimacy with my Jesus. Sometimes I am writing in response
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
From Death to Abundance…
Isn’t it so that we dread death of all kinds? Physical death is only one measure of a death of sorts. For we all experience the death of dreams, friendships as we know them, seasons of life and ministry…and even
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Gentle Breeze
In my secret place I walk…and walk. Somedays its a short walk and some days I linger with the Lord. Lately…I have lingered much. Asking many “why” questions and praying for answers that do not come. Ever been there? For
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