January 20, 2017

When I was a child, I loved laying in the grass looking up at the sky . . . I thought of who else, in some distant place, might be sharing it with me.  Birds flew about tweeting and I wondered what they said..  When clouds came in, I thought not of potential storms but of the interesting shapes . . . “that one looks like a bear!”  Even when it rained, I loved watching the droplets bounce off surfaces looking like tiny mirrors reflecting a world that fascinated me.

Clouds over my head

Whisper opportunity

Gentle wisps of change

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015


My Heart Cries Out

January 18, 2017

Do you remember . . . ? A day I will never forget,nor will Pete!

Pete Gardner Psalms

I still remember when I first met Jesus

Sitting on a couch in Iowa

He came into my heart

Gave me a brand-new start

I knew that He was with me all the way

It’s been over 40 years since that day

When the burden of my sin was washed away

Since then I’ve learned to pray

And to follow in His ways

But most of all I’ve learned to praise His name

My heart cries out to praise Him

For all He’s done for me

His mercy’s overwhelming

His grace is sweet indeed

I lift my hands in worship

To Jesus Christ my King

My heart cries out to praise Him

He is my everything

Today I know He teaches me His truth

And He’s become my guiding light

I trust in Him always

I know He plans my days

I will never be out of His sight


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January 18, 2017

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Watch Where You’re Going!

January 17, 2017



I heard about you and became curious.

You sounded unlike any other.

I heard rumor of invitations

“get to know you”

And watched the mailbox closely,

Never noticing you stood nearby gazing at me,

but no mail came.

On my morning stroll I saw

The letter carrier pass the park bench.

“Did my invitation come today?”

I wondered?

No, only more worries.

I returned home,

Never seeing your gaze into my eyes

As you tapped the park bench.

What’s wrong with me?

My soul cried out,

As I stood pulling weeds in my front yard.

You called “Martha!”

But I worked on.

I swept the debris by my door

As you called out again,


But I swept and wept

And felt left out.


A hand grabbed my wrist,

And with a start

I tugged it back and looked up.

“Martha!  Why do you weep?”

“ . . . but you never wanted me.”

“I’ve kept near you all these days”

You assured me,

“but you never met my eyes.”

This time I did.

I saw such love there.

You spoke again saying

“Come and follow me!”

I dropped my rake and followed you home.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017


January 16, 2017


New to me and the only weapon is a pen!


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Using Instagram to Grow Your Blog or Personal Brand

January 16, 2017


The Daily Post

Some of you may not use Instagram as actively as others, but even if you’re not an addict of the app, it might offer a new outlet to build your blog and personal brand. After all, your blog is just one aspect of you — if you’re on Instagram, perhaps you can find ways to bridge these two networks and grow your online presence.

Lead new visitors to your blog

Instagram profileThe simplest thing you can do? Include your blog URL in your Instagram bio, so app users can poke around on (the mobile version of) your site.

But let’s say you’re a food blogger, and you post pictures of the delicious meals you’ve whipped up, courtesy of the recipes on your blog. Why not mention in a comment that users can prepare these plates themselves by visiting your blog? (It’s worth noting that currently, URLs in Instagram comments

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January 16, 2017



Our Lord came,

Born to peasants,

He did chores,

Grew up, chose a few easily overlooked helpers,

And opened the gates of heaven

For generations of us sinners.

He has a special purpose

For each of us.

Ask, listen, believe!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017


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