Music Release: I’ve Been Wondering
Sometimes a song can say what you can’t. Perhaps this is that kind of song for us all. May you cling to the same promise I have had too often in difficult seasons. He is faithful to walk fully with
Sometimes a song can say what you can’t. Perhaps this is that kind of song for us all. May you cling to the same promise I have had too often in difficult seasons. He is faithful to walk fully with
Your pain is embedded so deep that your cries to the Lord can’t even be heard by onlookers. Your voice has been stifled and the anguish has kept you silent to the outside world.
As I share my heart with Him, and we discuss what I feel He is leading in this season, I ever so gently feel Him watch as a deep grief suddenly passes quietly through my heart.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
What is it that crushed your spirit, dear
That wrecked your heart and left it seared
That moment in time when the clock stood still
And seemed to devastate an act of goodwill?
If the road was told a bit too soon The heart would dare not hold For Jesus knows what we can take And how it should unfold. We sure might like a forward glance But Jesus whispers, “No.” So
When sorrow comes in sheer surprise And suddenly a storm does rise Jesus still is at the helm Working good from Heaven’s realm. Rest, dear child, and deeply know I will carry it in tow Nothing is too hard
I didn’t want to walk “There.” That path was not my choosing. I wouldn’t dare accept it for some years. Then I watched as God brought me heart after heart in need and somehow I had an insight I never
If in your heart a sorrow grows
There is a place to run
Into the arms that love you well
He’s Jesus Christ, The Son.
It is no great feat to hide one’s pain. For it will come a calling eventually and spill over into every branch of ministry and relationship.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
As I finished my morning devotionals, one had something in it that stirred my heart so.. The word “captive.” In essence the captivity to that which Christ calls us. I pondered sorrow..and it’s captivity. I’ve wondered often as valley seasons