Caring for the Broken
I fear many calls that come to me. They scare me to death. Sometimes I weep, afraid I’ll miss the mark. I might even ask the Lord if He got the right girl.
I fear many calls that come to me. They scare me to death. Sometimes I weep, afraid I’ll miss the mark. I might even ask the Lord if He got the right girl.
I can assure you that when the enemy sends a full-scale assault, he is rejoicing way too quickly. His pride always gets the best of him.
You won’t have to force what Jesus has called you to. It will naturally show itself because it is part of who you are. It is a place of fruit production.
Some left even thinking it was God, but deception was a tool of the devil, and that religious spirit divided loyalties. They are now missing the gift that you were meant to be in their lives. The truth has a way of coming back around with Jesus.
Within you is a stealth weapon out of reach of the enemy. He is unable to harness it, yet he may be able to distract you from it.
It will be of no consequence to Hell if we are called by man but not by God. I’ve seen many an ordination void of God, and time sure did tell it. Pity isn’t it?
Sometimes fear causes us to delay a thing. The anxiety of the “start” begins to push us back, and we shrink back from the call.
In the quietness of the night, listen closely. For you might hear the train of the Lord brush up against items in your room as He lingers. You might catch His scent as He comes to check on you and you can rest assured He is still on duty.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a thousand wonders
Traveling my mind
Thinking of hearts
Needing someone who’s kind.