The Field of Flowers
There is just something about a field of flowers. I had noticed for days these precious little flowers that were so dainty and looked almost like miniature flowers really.
Christ Will Send For You in Lo Debar!
“Don’t be afraid,” David said to him, “for I will surely show you kindness for the sake of your father Jonathan.
Awaken O’ Sleeper
Awaken O Sleeper Thy Father bids It’s time for you to rise. I’m sending rain For many who thirst In need of heavenly sunshine. Do stretch thy leaves That they may link Others now side by side.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Wait
There is an incredible tactic of the enemy to push you into a place prematurely. You will be bombarded by feelings of being left out, the thought that Jesus passed you by, and at times you will be drastically misunderstood.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Your Kindest of Ways
I had the privilege of sitting with a few broken hearts this past week. Each time I felt complete inadequacy to help them so I would whisper, “Lord, help me help them..” There were moments when my knowledge would want
Keep Your Crown On
There are times when you might be tempted to forget who you are in Christ. The enemy will try every avenue that is dearest to your heart to cause you to forfeit your royal inheritance and God given destiny…yet whether
The Source
There’s a river running anew Filled with hidden cords A fountain that’s wells are deep That bubbles the Living Sword. Ripples of lovingkindness A word that’s hard to describe For such a word is covered By the loving kindness of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There is a God
There is a God There is a God I’ve come to know Whose gripped me from my head to toes Who walks with me with daily bread Who steers me well with whispers said. A God whose heard by those
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Honest Heart
There’s the moment when the honest heart Pours out all it’s grief. The anger, pain, and tears For God does honor these. Do understand His heart For He is for honesty And though we tantrum well He starts to mend
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Surrounded
Do you arise to find yourself Surrounded at every pass? Unable to see a way out From the terror of Satan’s wrath? Poor Elisha was yet the same When an army stood on the hill Yet He saw the mighty
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