The Child

November 18, 2015

Tiny fingers,

Tiny toes,

Filled with wonders

heaven knows.

Gently sleep my dear one.

You have changed my world.

By Martha L Shaw ©11-18-2015

mother and child



November 16, 2015



November 12, 2015

Sometimes all I can do is grip the cross. It is sufficient. Words are unnecessary. – Martha L Shaw​


I Am His

November 12, 2015


The tough wooden cross in my hand was given to me by a man I’d never met before that one day  when by chance or design our paths crossed and we prayed together then he shared testimony with me.  As my wounded spirit soared I shared mine with him as well.  Time and other responsibility flew as we were drawn together and when we parted he gave me a small wooden cross carved by hand from a bit of storm severed cypress and by a man I will never know.

This morning when the crisis of the moment which kept me from sleep last night found a way to steal my joy of the new morning, I retreated to my quiet place and gripped this cross in my tremor ravaged left hand.  I could not think or pray but only rest in my quiet place and grip it.  I came to feel the love and prayers of the one who carved it.  I realized my pain lessened as did my tremors.  Just now as I pondered this knowing it was not any  holistic healing power in the wood nor in the preserving oil, but in the significance it held, I looked at it and saw that nature had damaged the wood in a way that took my spirit higher still.  There are tiny cracks the eye, or mine anyway, needed to look closely to see.  Where do these cracks appear?   Just where Jesus hands and feet would have been if this had been the tree on which He gave His life for me.

Written Nov 2014-still true

Hope Floats

November 9, 2015

It’s been a long season

and the record number of rainy days do not lift me up

so I begin to feel the waters consuming me.

At the very moment while holding my breath

hope floats within my reach.

I grasp it.

I exhale.

I smile.

By Martha L Shaw ©11-8-2015


Some Disciples Have Floppy Ears

November 6, 2015

The Lord has blessed my life with the most adorable disciple! Beany barked this morning and I assumed a neighbor kitty was in the yard, but no. He was sitting in our prayer chair wagging his tail!

The Beach

November 4, 2015

Wordsmith's Desk

Take a minute.
Kick off your shoes.
Listen to the surf gently rolling to the shore.
Smell the fresh sea air in the soft ocean breeze.
Feel the warmth of the sand between your toes.
You are unique.
You are alive.

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