July 26, 2016

Oh darkness,

you cannot hide

my seemingly elusive joy.


in my heart exists the Lamp

to guide me to it

So I will sing on!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016


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July 25, 2016

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July 25, 2016

As I approach His table this coming weekend

there will be candles lit

and singing

and I will smile and think of  your birthday,

but there will be no cake

or wrapped packages

for you are on the other side now.

You have my love

and I have yours

but you have one thing more.

You live with Him

in the special place He prepared just for you.

I asked Him to give you a birthday hug

from me.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

My late Mom, like my Nana  before her, spent time in her declining years peeking out the windows and making up little stories of what might be going on in the neighborhood, who’s cat wandered by, who had the holiday lights lit . . . they are on the other side of the veil, but I know they’re peeking!


WANTED:  Any Condition

July 25, 2016


This body,

Full of flaws,

Has become the sanctuary of the Most High

Simply because

I gave all of me

To Him.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

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Message From A Child On Peace

July 25, 2016

The following quote HAS to shared.  In the enlightened times where we still hear of cruel political figures and both random and mass shootings often from misdirected CHILDREN, let this and our faith in the Lord give us joy and hope!


Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

– Anne Frank –

take wing



July 24, 2016

Believe In Angels?

I sure do!  I know the Lord is with me always and I know He has angels watching me closely.  I may sometimes feel lonely, but I am NEVER alone!  You’re not either!  Rejoice!

Pruning for an Abundant Life

July 24, 2016

Don’t be fooled. This fine piece is about something much bigger than grapes! Be blessed!

Pocket Purpose Blog

grapevines at 301In June, budding bunches had already begun to hang from the grapevines.

This year, there will be many grapes.

My mother planted grapevines at our Maine home who knows how many years ago, trellising them up a white-painted lattice that stands erect beside our century-old barn. My brother, a master gardener, had pruned the vines as anyone prunes ornamental vines. “They’re very healthy,” he told me, as I stood with loppers, assessing the thick mass of red, woody stems.

Healthy they were. And overabundant. If the goal was to cover the trellis wall with leaves, the vines had been pruned well. Dozens of stems competed for space, twining their tendrils around the white trellis frame and each other as they sought to push their leaves into the sun.

As for the fruit, it had become no more than an afterthought in the energetic expansion of these vigorous vines. Longer stems…

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