Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
After years in ministry, my viewpoints have changed on many things. From doctrines I no longer believe as true to the way I share Christ with others. Deception starts early and not until intimacy with Christ is built personally does
It’s a beautiful thing, Lord To sit and think Of your lovely and very kind ways The way you hover over my heart And drive the clouds away. Your whisper is near beckoning clear “My child, I’ll be good
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I awake to the pitter patter of morning rain. The scent seeps through my windowsills as if all of Heaven is stirring. The Lord is calling. The scent is fresh. There is no musty stench as I walk out the
The day has come when the Deborah in me arises and The Christ presses me onward into battle. The enemy has been on my land for some 7 years. But, just like God, 7 marks the completion of a
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I see a vast gap between what we know and what we do. It is a marvelous thing to know the scriptures. Yet, it means nothing if we have yet applied them to our lives. If I bear witness
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I see a ship Sailing in the night It comes under an unexpected attack. I wince at the noise of the struggle then hear the Heavenly Father start to speak: Look up, child. He has commanded angels to guard you.
It is once you’ve endured rejection that you then will be a vessel used to embrace others. For the deep wound stirred up a compassion so that others may be heard by you. It is the heart who has felt
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I’ve reached the spot. The border that stands between me and the promised land. I stop paralyzed in fear as I consider the giants that have become squatters on my assigned property. “Cross the border,” I hear. “This is your
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
For many the wait is over You must now move your feet For time has come for the Kingdom To move into the streets. Confined you’ve been to buildings Confined too in your hearts Confined by human workings Confined
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I’m tired. The race has been so long and far; Yet, I look up to see Him on the other side of the finish line. A Heavenly host joins Him and it appears to be a huge cheering section beckoning
