Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Oh what a sweet Father to remind us of accounts in the Word…His majestic countenance and authority..and His own plight while on earth. Truly He knows every pain personally. For He felt each one Himself..and likewise He felt each of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Oh Lord give us ears to hear and eyes to see that which you are revealing. For there is coming a day..
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I have found that not every open door is from the Lord. We must be cautious that we pray it through. Restless we become when the Word tarries. Much of the time we act….intervening the plans of the Almighty…in which
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Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
I woke up a few days ago with yet another whisper from the Lord. All I heard was “A river stream…” Of course I was just getting up so I was reading anything or listening to anything..it is just how
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What a missed opportunity to love one who longs for love. Many wait for us to go love them where they are. Are we looking for the open door to do so? God places people in our lives daily for
It is in the secret place with Christ that we learn His nature..His deep love..His heart aches and joys. In this season He has breathed poetic messages to a tender heart. Now prepared for yours and others in need of
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
The Lord had brought to my attention a word a few weeks ago. I knew He wanted me to ponder it. Yet truly I never sat intentionally to see what He had in mind..until I glanced across my bathroom to
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What beauty arises upon our breaking. Whether the breaking is of mind, heart, body, or will. What treasures lie under the bruising soon to come forth. When the Father weighs down from heaven His hand to mold us, we cry
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In order to move with Christ He will finish a work. The work may be something you do not desire moving away from. It may be a place of comfort and longing even. A place you always hoped and dreamed
