Where Two Seas Meet
You’ve come to a crossroads. It’s either follow Christ or go down with the ship. There is a tempest tossing you to and fro and the ship is breaking apart. It carries all that you have been, all of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Desert
You are no longer in the desert. The streams have replenished your heart and Christ has nudged you onward. There are now fields of blooming flowers so delicate to the touch, yet each are flourishing. His Word has
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Letter to the Church
We have become a church enamored by celebrity, lost in tradition, and led by oppressive teachings. All tagged with the name of Jesus. We shake our heads at the exposed sexual abuse now coming out- all the while maintaining
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Star is Born
A Star was born When you were made Your shine does sparkle In a unique way. Do not bemoan Another’s shine Do not dare wish That “theirs is mine.” Embrace the heart Which Christ did give Equipped you
Double Portion
Resounding in my Spirit today Are words of joy and delight The Lord says He is pouring out Double for every trial. As Hannah mourned a deepened loss The Lord was watching near For what He planned for Hannah
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Prophetic Sight
This morning I was pondering with the Lord the delight of seeing His girls fly with their dreams from Him. One by one I am seeing the enemy lose his grip while freedom is taking root in many hearts. There
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Bruised Heart
There’s an injury to your heart The Lord sees with His eyes Others may miss its need But never shall the Christ. He sees deeply within When we’re broken or torn to shreds And bruised is your dear heart
The Cunning Serpent
There is a hissing quietly in the background. Do you hear it? The cunning serpent has been slowly working to get you into agreement with him. It’s been subtle… but costly. So costly that you have yet to realize
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Reminder…
I have read many posts regarding the NYC abortion decision. I wish I were surprised, but I am not. This has been peeking over the horizon for some time and I admit I’m likely in deep mourning. I am
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Tempest
Dear Jonah why have you fled For nowhere can you hide I see the paths you take I never close My eyes. The wind I’ve had to stir A tempest deep and wide Until thou answers, “Yes” The storm
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