January 16, 2017
Oh, the search, so far and wide
For changing leaves or changing tide.
A mansion on a hill so high,
Or sleeping bag beneath the sky?
The road, so long with many lanes . . .
At times by foot but oft by planes.
Will my journey ever end?
Or, will another cloud descend?
Then, looking in your eyes I knew,
And every doubt suddenly flew!
For home is not a place apart,
But somewhere deep within the heart.
By Martha L Shaw ©2014
January 14, 2017
Open your heart to faith
and pray with hope
You will be amazed
at the previously unseen miracles
Love has richly showered you with,
which you have taken for granted.
It is never to late to bow down,
to say thanks,
to share the good news.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
January 11, 2017
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)