Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Please give me grace this am and think not too critical of my writing today:) It’s just a little story of my heart. I am sure much theologically could be inaccurate..likely this story would be filed under “fiction” in the
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
…and with this I fall head over heels again……………………..:) A sweet message for the women at church today that God is a restorer of the little girls who are now big girls. Keep dreaming with Him and rejoice in Him….enjoy
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I sat in a meeting and looked around the room….I often ponder subtle things as God shows me His heart…. and inside I smiled. Whoever expected a ministry meeting to include 2 of the staff holding little babes recently born
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
As I share the lessons from valley seasons, I see the nods and the tears swell. In my heart comes a whisper..”here is the fruit.” I am caught at the lunch break unable to even sit down to eat as
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In a moment of sudden pressure His presence falls as rain And suddenly rendered silent I’m gripped as I whisper His name. For He’s come to reveal His heart now With direction and clarity clear And soon I find myself
It starts in loving less our friends Even hiding little heart sins It moves to where compassion wanes Now we see love begins to fade. From passion and zeal for our fellow man To distance that grows with each demand
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s pearls and diamonds And royal gems Strings of beads And beaded trims Lace that’s lots And lots of lace Rubies and emeralds And amethysts made. There’s crowns that dazzle And scepters that shine Shiny fabrics with embroidered twine There’s
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a beautiful peace in knowing Christ sees your heart and circumstances and He has tenderly reassured you of His presence and path for you. When fervent prayer has preceded answers…an inner peace causes you to be immovable regardless of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
It’s winter nights That draw thee near As wind’s blow thru That pierce as sheers. But in the chill A warmth ignites The Father’s love Does run from high. And when thy child Is near His fire Tells He does
