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September 11, 2014

911 remember


Keep Holding On

September 9, 2014

Hope in my pain . . .

It’s like sunshine in the rain.

I can’t see it.

I can’t feel it,

Yet I know its nearness

And that alone propels me.

I move forward

With You.

By Martha L Shaw © 9-9-2014

sunrise


Beloved

September 5, 2014

My body may be broken

but my heart

no longer is

because

Jesus took all the dysfunctional pieces

and called them His own.

By Martha L Shaw – ©9-5-2014

just dance

 


Six Word Fridays – Sure

September 5, 2014

 

 

 

At peace – His promises are sure!

My Memory Art six word fridays

 


Reassurance

September 4, 2014

marriage

You stood beside me,

Squeezed my hand,

And smiled.

It was enough.

By Martha L Shaw – ©9-15-2013


Are YOU The One?

September 2, 2014

Nothing will ever change

Until one single soul

Breaks down the wall of fear

And climbs through

To the other side.

By Martha L Shaw – ©9-11-2013

wall


“That Really Burns My Biscuits!”        

August 31, 2014

 

I read that simple phrase yesterday and like a simple song often does, it has stuck with me since.  Sigh, anyway it is Sunday and Labor Day Weekend, and still Summer and as this is my Sabbath day, I am enjoying It with people that I love, by spending time in church, by praying, resting, and making plans for the coming week and the coming season.  I love bread, love to bake it, share it, receive it, love it in many forms, and do not know anyone who doesn’t.  Making extra and sharing is always good.  I never get stuck with extra.  Yum.  Burn my biscuits?

I baked popovers yesterday.  I was told it was tricky.  I’d not made them before, but love them for a treat.  I found a way to make a small recipe of small ones.  Great for my own dinner when there is no guest to share with.  It was simple and came out good the first time!  I tweaked the recipe, cut down the size, and watched the oven.  Burn my biscuits?

The weather is great today!  I got to hug and be hugged by many folks I love and enjoyed lots of time with Jesus.  I was up early and eager to face my day.  Seemed a lot of people are away this weekend, or I thought so until I saw them on social media and knew they had slept in I guess.  I didn’t.  I broke bread with my Jesus and my brothers and sisters, ate dinner with someone I love, spoke to someone else I love on the phone and online.  Burn my biscuits?

Funny  thing.  The other day I overslept, needlessly rushed about, spilled some of my coffee, burnt my toast, pushed aside my quiet time, and did busy things.  We get busy and distracted and run late sometimes, don’t we?  Admit it.  Does the rushing and crossing things off the list help much?  I find life gets more messy if I allow myself to rush and get distracted and it creates more time lost than saved.  You don’t have to admit that.  I probably shouldn’t have.  Burn my biscuits?

Something occurred to me.  The things that matter most to me  . . . people, places, events, usually happen.  Oh, schedules get adjusted, and visits can sometimes end up being through cyberspace – at times – but what I value most, I find time to focus on.  It wasn’t always that way.  But I evaluated my priorities and trimmed some fat and it’s better this way.  I am better this way.  We like biscuits here . . . with my fresh preserves or country gravy.  I try to focus so I don’t burn the biscuits.

Happy Sunday!  Have a great weekend!


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