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
When You See Me
When you see me don’t be mistaken that I am the same woman as before. Through the trial there was an expansion of my heart. The pain swelled so heavily that it enlarged me from the inside. You may look...
Reflections & News as we move into 2017…
Hi Friends, I just wanted to write a note to wish you all a very Merry Christmas. I pray so much you are soaking up every ounce of Jesus daily. He is so faithful to show me new things about…
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