Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I’ve found with Christ I must cling tight The billows they ebb and flow And often pain will sear like rain From many changing roads. You’ll have to release your own grief And sometimes you’ll walk alone So, trust
For a few days there has been a stirring of worship in me. My heart began to long for worship. To sing worship. It has been a tangible feeling of the Lord. As I talked with Him about it on
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In Deborah is the Spirit calling out to me to become a mighty warrior daughter. A daughter who innately cares for the sheep and is known as a Mother to many without a Father. While she tenderly listens to each
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The ground is dry. You can see the cracks begin to go deeper and deeper. We need a rainstorm. We are far past the need of a gentle shower now. In many areas death is looming. The people are
I visit a well often. It’s deep and wide. I search for hours, turning to days, for comfort and love. It offers me nothing. For some unknown reason I continue to visit this well where my cries and screams echo
I was sitting in a revival this past week when the Lord began to speak regarding Psalm 1. The preacher spoke of the tree by the river. When I returned home I began to sit with the Lord and this
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I enter into His presence this morning with a request. A request for the Lord to strip me naked before Him. To uncover every hidden pattern of sin, lofty pride, spirit of jealousy, bitterness, anger, impure motives of the heart,
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a training by His Spirit To see what is unseen For much it does look good When there are hidden things. To others all looks well But Christ does send a cry “Look beyond the veil For Satan has
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Little children, it is the last hour Where do your affections lie? Has this dear world captured your heart More than Jesus Christ? Abide does He in your heart Does His Word leave its transforming mark Is He pleased
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was late getting into my quiet place this morning. Yet, as I closed my bedroom door, came a picture of a beautiful waterfall. I began to sing to the Lord of His beauty and the gathered rain that I
