Hell’s Most Wanted
From Thursday through Saturday last week, I had several hearts that melted into my arms with such pain that I’ve kept it in my heart continuously.
From Thursday through Saturday last week, I had several hearts that melted into my arms with such pain that I’ve kept it in my heart continuously.
My job has been to fight for the oppressed
No matter what the cause, I’m called to address.
Some of us need to leave who we were in that grave. God has raised you anew and with that burial was who YOU thought you would be. In essence, that death brought about a new name, a new focus, a new expansion, and with it new assignments.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me” was likely taught to most of us growing up. However, it is quite untrue.
There is a time and season when you need to be very cautious of who has your ear. In other words, the influence over you needs to be evaluated carefully to be sure there is worthiness for someone to be given the blessing of speaking into your life.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I know it feels you can’t go on
But Jesus says, “You will.”
Just run into His righteous arms
To rest and just be still.
I find a multitude of folks with a love of quoting scripture merely to prove a point. Yet if I peer into their daily lives with Christ I see very little real ministry to hearts in need.
If a hurting soul is bedridden
Can Jesus send you there?
For in the hospital you might go
To be a light to share.
For a while, many groundbreakers have been in a deep season of trial. It’s not the first one they’ve seen, but it is certainly a place of tension like never before.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Perhaps I have not yet surrendered As much as I had thought. So that the quietness of heart Can hear the Master’s call. Perhaps my love is not as deep As it needs to be. Still unable to die