The Letter
Last night I had a dream. In the dream a man who seemed Arab walked up to me and gave me a letter. I quickly realized the letter wasn’t authentically Jesus although it looked like it from the outside.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
In His Presence
In His presence I am undone. I see myself clearly. The wavering of faith in times of hardship when I cling to promises by only a thread. My humanness is so evident and I weep because I can’t change myself.Order Your Magazine
