The Soft Whisper
Like Elijah, I’ve heard the soft whisper of God come when I’ve decided to hold up in my own darkened caves. One has to get used to stillness and quiet to allow God to speak sometimes.
Cross Over
I bet every ounce of tear-dropped strength of all the grief and pain was driven down like a hammer as Elisha struck the water, “Where is the God of Elijah?”
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Hidden Remnant
There needs to come a time when you are done with the ritual of our western church culture. How many Bible studies does one need in order to walk the thing out? We are forever learning yet never coming into...Order Your Magazine
