The Outpourings – Page 98 – Shelly Wilson Ministries

A field of vibrant red poppies is illuminated by the warm, golden light of the setting sun, creating a peaceful scene that inspires worship while you wait, as sunlight shines through and highlights the delicate petals and stems.

Worship While You Wait

Worship While You Wait Upon thy bended knee I cast my every care Awaiting the voice I need To come and rest right there. Yet in the quiet calm I hear the faintest sound “Worship while you wait” So I…

Yellow wildflowers illuminated by sunlight stand out against a dark, blurred background. Several butterflies with patterned wings are perched on the flowers, evoking a quiet strength and peace that guards your heart amidst life’s spiritual warfare.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

We struggle so with how to handle certain situations. I have come to understand that Christ does desire freedom. We are to love fully while setting healthy boundaries. It is okay to say no and okay to refrain from situations…

Close-up of a single pink flower with delicate petals and a yellow center, set against a soft, blurred blue-green background—like a gentle wish to Write Upon My Heart.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

To Write Upon My Heart…

I was worshiping this morning before the Lord when a song came on that mentioned “to write upon my heart..” This phrase wouldn’t leave me and I began to ponder and ask the Lord about what that might look like….

A group of women of varying ages poses together indoors, smiling at the camera as if to declare joy and unity. Some wear colorful t-shirts and hold folders, while others kneel in front. Ornate wall decor and painted heavens are behind them.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The heavens declare…

Saturday morning after returning from several days of ministry in Louisiana and Mississippi I woke up as I heard these words: The heavens declare the glory of the Lord… I could not remember where this passage was in the Word…

A woman with long dark hair, wearing a black and white floral dress, stands with her back to the camera beside her daughter, both gazing out at a bright, expansive body of water over a stone wall.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

This Daughter

As I sit in a hotel room on a week of beautiful ministry, my heart turns to my Father…”Lord, I need to not think of what you will do tomorrow night or what even you did last night..but tonight Lord…”this…

A person with blonde hair, wearing a white shirt, dark vest, and scarf, stands near misty water with a waterfall blurred behind them, looking down and holding a camera—capturing moments that say, "Show Me Your Scars.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Show Me Your Scars

I have had the beautiful grace of God to witness my scars bring life to others. I remember the first time I heard Beth Moore share her scars many years ago before she really became well known. Because of her…

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Fully Engaged

I spent countless years waiting for the weekend wasting days that could have been used for the Kingdom of God. It is telling when the Lord says in His word when He comes like a thief many will be going…

A person wearing a hat and casual clothes walks near the exposed roots of a big tree, its leafy canopy casting shade in the sunlit park—perhaps they, too, wanna be a big tree someday.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

I Wanna Be A Big Tree

I wanna be a big tree Lord But I always seem too small. Would you grow inside of me Lord And help me grow up tall. I wanna be like an oak Lord With roots no wind can sway. I…

A person wearing a dark long-sleeve shirt is using a smartphone, their hands illuminated in the dim light. The moody scene suggests a Waiting Spirit, with anticipation lingering in the quiet darkness.

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

The Waiting Spirit

“The Waiting Spirit” Oh wretched soul of mine That dare not quiet noise Where flesh it wrestles rest Too loud to hear the Lord. An inner struggle raised For solace in the night To empty all the day And silence…

Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly

Summer Showers

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…

Posts Categorized: The Outpourings

Worship While You Wait

When Satan Uses Your Heart..

To Write Upon My Heart…

The heavens declare…

This Daughter

Show Me Your Scars

Fully Engaged

I Wanna Be A Big Tree

The Waiting Spirit

Summer Showers

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