“Small children tend to grab life by the fistful. How sad that we grow into adults who recoil.” – from Thoughts Over Morning Coffee – Martha L Shaw
16 Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. – Colossians 3:16
Lord, your love for me is beyond measure
and mine for you grows every day!
The warmth of your embrace
makes me forget my troubles for a time.
Help me to grow stronger in You
so that I may be the servant you created me to be!
By Martha L Shaw © 10-20-2014
I feel your touch,
Your breath warms my heart.
Says more to me
Than words ever could
For only in the silence,
Do we truly hear the music!
By Martha L Shaw © 10-17-2014
I was just given the following task and I am sharing it with you. Please take a moment to answer the challenge and if you like, share you response by linking this post to your blog and let us read it!
Look around you right now. Really look. Take a few deep breaths and notice the beauty in the ordinary. Share what you discover!
It is a lovely October day here in SC. I have my home office windows open to the cool air and sounds of my childhood . . . kids coming home from school and having fun, dogs barking happily, birds singing, men at work renovating their homes with power tools . . . the sounds and scents of cut lumber and mowed lawns brings Dad, my childhood home, my playmates back to me . . . it is like music and perfume to me. Blessings known by all the senses.
How about you? A colored leaf? A puppy’s kiss? A broken cookie? What?
Are you seeking the Lord’s promise, His comfort? I am. Comfort presents a soothing image like this perhaps:
The sun is streaming through my bedroom window, the sounds of birds are singing and children at play outside while rushing off to school . . . the afghans, quilts, pillows and things I’ve created provide comfort. I am, at this moment designing something of that sort to provide comfort to someone I love. I know my gift will be appreciated.
Still, it will not be quite enough. We cannot, in our humanness, provide “enough.” As I read what the Psalmist writes “when will you comfort me” I am convicted. For, like him I know the Lord’s promises, know they are real, know they are mine, and know they bring me more than enough . . . as only He can.