encouraging girls of all ages to take their places in the Kingdom
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In secret resides great sin Of priestly wardrobed men Thought hidden from others view But Christ Has spotted truth. Within the inner courts Is worship of gods and more A coming prophetic wind Will remove the veil to sin….
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
One of the most dangerous places to live…is in the “ordinary.” It’s right up there with the “natural.” It presupposes God is less than who He is. In order to go with God, you’ll have to live in the…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
THE RIVER “its a rising” Do you hear the water swell? And where the river runs Life will soon live there. It washes well the heart of man It flourishes the vines. The fruit will grow abundantly With nourishment…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I passed by a grave today I bowed my head to pray “I sure hope they knew Your love Before their life was done.” I don’t expect a big ole’ plot I’d prefer they place a cross I pray…
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…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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…
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
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…
