Hanging with Jesus and His friends 🙂
I love Jesus – He loves me!
His love is all I need!
I was at a study group meeting at church tonight and the parking lot was so crowded on a Thursday night. It brought a smile to my face and joy to my heart. Sadly, I have belonged to churches which did not have that many on Sunday morning, but we had several groups meeting and eager participation.
One such group was our young people and the youth minister. They are going on their second annual mission trip and have been hard at work planning and earning the funds needed to pay for it. It was so awesome to see so many eager and happy faces crowding the room. I was there to drop off the following donation I made for the auction:
This quilt is 18 x 24 inches and is shades of green, periwinkle and white. I designed it and hand signed it and it nearly didn’t make it out the door since my Mom wanted us to keep it. lol I used a fabric scrap from my stash as the focus fabric and cannot get more of it, so since I have literally a 10 inch square of it left, I will try to replicate this in a smaller size so Mom can have one, too! Don’t tell!
Abundance doesn’t follow giving
until giving becomes its own reward.
– Jan Denise –
“Spread the love of God through your life but only use words when necessary.”
“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.”
“The person who gives with a smile is the best giver because God loves a cheerful giver.”
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”
“We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.”
“A life not lived for others is not a life.”
“I can do things you cannot, you can do things I cannot; together we can do great things.”
“Let us make one point, that we meet each other with a smile, when it is difficult to smile. Smile…
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I had an amazing day yesterday. I didn’t do anything unusual and in many ways the day probably was like so many others and in fact strongly resembled a few recently which, in place of smiles, had frustration and tears. But not yesterday. I listened quietly and heard joy’s whisper and hope’s response. So often people speak of leaping for joy, yet joy often slips in quietly with a gentle and tender touch . . . whispering softly straight to my heart. The noise lurking in there can distract me and cause me not to see it nor hear it. On those other Sundays when tears replaced cheers there were some who spoke encouragingly, yet somehow I could not take in their well intended messages. The thing that reached deep inside me was their hand holding my own, their gentle touch on my shoulder, the silent prayerful presence. So, yesterday when a friend in the pew near me knelt and wept, I know not why, I resisted the urge to speak, and just rested my hands on his quietly loving him.
I woke up early today and my heart was troubled just as it was when I awakened yesterday, but I quickly remembered how the day had changed for me yesterday when I quietly waited. My joy was still there just beyond sight and reach for a time . . .
Waiting In Hope
Where is the sun?
The sky is angry and dark
With clouds overtaking my world.
The sweet music I crave
Has been drowned out by
Clashing and rumbling.
Will the glow . . .
The warmth return?
For, you see, it has not truly left at all.
It is merely shielded from view
And will smile again soon.
By Martha L Shaw – 5-27-2013
I am royalty as daughter of the King,
Though grandchild of a peasant girl.
I am flawed
Yet perfection is within me.
Said perfection, however,
Is not my own.
I am weak,
Yet strength beyond measure
Can be mine in a word . . . “yes.”
Yet is this power my own?
Yet only if I give it away,
So it is yours
But still my own . . .
The poetic life of an empty vessel
That is filled to overflowing
Because I am His.
By Martha L Shaw – © 5-26-2013
I cannot find words (really) to describe how full of the Holy Spirit I feel today on this Trinity Sunday but the day is just partway over and grace is spilling out cuz I’m being flooded! The following quote says what my brain cannot put to words . . .
If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.- Ralph Waldo Emerson –
It seems to me that I do not always recognize peace at a season when it is in abundance. Sometimes that very abundance makes my greed increase and so rather than appreciate the blessings, I cry out for more and more of what I truly already have inside me and flowing all around me.
Can it be that, for me anyway, and perhaps for others too . . . that it is times of strife and learning and trusting in Him then turning my back on it which opens my eyes to the grace He is pouring upon me so lavishly?