By My Spirit
So he said to me, “This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. (Zechariah 4:6)
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
A Song with the Wind
Melodic refrains call my name From an ocean that’s deep and wide Where the Spirit is hovering over the waters With a lyric and tender reprise. Vast is the voice calling from far Yet, nearer than you might know...
The Parable of a Dandelion
To everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven… (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
The River That Flows
There is a river that flows afresh. It’s full of healing for thirsty souls. A mere drink of it is never enough for it has a unique drawing ability.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Just Some Thoughts
When you never step outside what and where you’ve been taught You will rarely learn what and where it was wrong... The Holy Spirit in you can be trusted to alert you to errors-but do not be afraid to listen...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Holy Spirit as Teacher
It is a dangerous thing to sit under teaching whereby the teacher no longer allows for open dialogue regarding the scriptures. One led by the Spirit will allow the Spirit to gently lead you into revelation of His heart and...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
When Words Fail
There are times when there are no words to explain your pain. No vocabulary to use that adequately describes the anguish. Yet, the Holy Spirit groans inwardly on our behalf the much needed prayer. It is astounding to me to...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Revolving Door
For too long many have casually come and gone taking for granted the very presence of God. Opportunities to grow, learn, and sit with Christ have been cast aside and thought best to be left for another day. Yet this...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Whistling Wind
Do you hear the whistle of the wind? The King of Glory is moving among us. There is a refreshing in the breeze. It’s crisp and makes way for a new thing. His presence is circling around and...
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let His Glory Fall
There’s a kind of Glory that falls Where shackles are then unbound Where professionalism is lost And men no longer proud Where one may lay prostrate While others with lifted hands No program…no routine When Glory falls on man. There’s…
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