There’s a Storm Coming
I had driven to go for my daily walk with the Lord but as soon as I pulled up lightening started. I made a circle and as I did I softly whispered, “There’s a Storm Coming.” It caught my attention
Delight
Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Psalm 37:4 I find we must be so careful that the enemy does not distort our view of the Lord. Many bury dreams
Beware of the Trumpet Vines
I know this is a long post but it’s necessary based on something the Lord began to show me weeks ago. So please bear with me and may this help you in your moving forward with Christ Jesus. I pulled
At Work and At Play
It has been such a gift to see the heart of Christ at play. While I take nothing away from His glorious power and strength, I find He has a playful side that melts my heart. It’s a side of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Release
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? Isaiah 43:18 I find we often drag our feet when God calls
Do You Hide?
Do you hide yourself among the trees and sneak a peek amidst the leaves? For I do sense your playful stare as the wind rushes through my hair. Do you hide yourself within the clouds to shield us from
An Obscured Vision
OBSCURE: shrouded in or hidden by darkness standing obscure in the deepest shade not clearly seen or easily distinguished : faint When God gives a vision one must be so careful to keep it well protected. This pine tree
My Honest Request
There is still a depravity in my own soul. A wickedness unto the Lord. A place to which Christ puts His finger. It is not “they” but “we” and it is not “You” but “me.” At the highest
Broken Wings
The little starling fell hard amidst the storm and she must have been there for some time before I saw her lying almost lifeless. I gently placed her in my hands and held her close to my chest. Perhaps
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Ride the Wave
I wait upon the shore until the sea pushed forward the waves and I walk towards the swell. With each step my feet got more soaked and I could not resist the inner yearning. I hear the call of
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