January 28, 2013
I sit here seeing only ruin around me and being unable to climb out of its vastness and praying somehow His purpose in it will come to fruition. I realize I may not see His purpose but there is peace to be found in knowing He uses all things. As I did a bit of reading just now, this quote came to me:
All the flowers of tomorrow are the seeds of today.
– Anonymous –
It seems in life there are times when we, or I, are called to be the compost nourishing the seeds from which tomorrow’s flowers grow. These times can be uncomfortable and even painful, but if it blesses the Lord, it is good.
A new season is coming and the flowers will bloom!
The pieces will all come together. He will see to it.
(quilt is my work)
January 27, 2013
Winter’s ice melting reveals budding fresh hope!
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 1-27-2013
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January 26, 2013
Our challenge from WordPress just now is “What role does music play in your life?” As soon as I saw the invitation to write on it, the answer to the question and the subject of this post became clear to me. You see, the Lord constantly touches my heart through music! I must say that while radio, DVDs, television, concerts, websites, choirs and more always lift me up, by far the most grace and blessings come, to me from Him, through the birds singing outside my windows just now as I write this, as I first waken in the morning, and at random moments throughout the day. Sometimes their song startles me as the disquiet of my day threatens to steal my joy, for when I stop fretting and catch my breath, their voices are foreign to the mood I’ve fallen into and it takes a moment or several to allow my soul to rest and soak up the songs of praise they sing.
The Bible tells us oh so many times how much He cares for them and for us. It reveals to us that if He cares so much for the birds of the air then surely He cares so much more for each one of us, no matter what. Do you know what strikes me though? In a storm, in a really scary hurricane with winds knocking limb after enormous limb from the trees and threatening to overtake my home, these tender, gentle, and fragile creatures still sing their songs of praise. I ponder this as I consider the stress of my yesterday, and the annoyance of this morning. But, the birds still sing. I consider this as I frown over the party invitation I didn’t receive. But, still the birds sing. I look and listen with wonder at them as I fight thoughts of “what will tomorrow bring?” But again, the birds sing praises.
There is a lesson to be learned from these tiny musicians and vocalists.
For me it is not one of “Does He love me more than these”
but more importantly “How can I learn to be more like them?”
Words and photo by Martha L Shaw – ©1-26-2013
January 26, 2013
So full of clouds
Sent a deluge of rain
Down to soak the parched ground
And while this pleased to blades of grass
Choking to be free,
To clothe the ground with color,
I am not a blade of grass.
I hunger for something more.
Rain is good for a time,
But the dark and stormy season
Has lingered long.
With rain still falling,
I found myself looking up.
I smiled at what I saw.
My heart became light.
My face began to glow,
I know it did.
I felt the warmth on my cheeks.
What did I see?
The dismal sky
Was parted by a break in the clouds.
A tiny ray of sun shown brightly
Where I hadn’t seen it
In a seemingly endless season.
Hope and joy smiled at me
And I smiled back.
© by Martha L Shaw 1-24-2013