Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Awakened by gentle droplets I hear My Father’s cry “Come see Thy blessed showers That waken souls so dry. My people need refreshing For death has but crept in Slowly smothering goodness And slowly allowing sin. I’ll send the rain
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
We wink at sin with each sunrise Little regard for holy lives Desiring grace and Heaven’s way Yet refusing to lay each hindering weight. We orate well Thy Word and “love” Yet hold at bay sanctifying tugs If truth be
Such a fascinating word, “derailed.” I heard it a few weeks ago and failed to sit and ask the Lord about it until this morning. The enemy comes with you in mind For what he sees is Christ inside He
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have spent time learning God’s names over the years. I found a great reference source with Tony Evans on his study guide of the names of God after the Lord gave me this poem. I was walking through the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It would be so inaccurate to consider yourself not valuable to the Kingdom work. For you and I are His hands and feet. If we carry the Lord within us….how then can we take lightly our role in His plan.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let me tell you of 2 stories of 2 women who have forever left imprints on my heart. The first precious one I have had the pleasure of shadowing many times. She is wise and precious woman of God who
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
May we see and hear His heart…for He is weeping over His sheep… The Lambs are down I heard Him cry A piercing sound from Heaven’s might A clash of thunder with lightning speed A righteous anger from deepened grief.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a sound of Heavenly pouring Like a rain so tender and frail It’s more than words or mere lyrics Or a voice that’s singing a scale. You know it when once you do hear it And it causes hard
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I was talking with the Lord when I saw a quick picture of a hot air balloon…The balloon was not the focal point of this picture, however…it was the numerous stakes that tied down the balloon. It was evident the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have been so thrilled to get back outside with the Lord walking. I am finding it more difficult to sit still these days and it’s a constant battle to protect my time with Him. However, when we walk I
