July 10, 2019
If I was passed a glass of poison to drink, I would destroy it – not drink it. God would urge me to. He loves me.
Oh, the hug He gives!
Why then, when anxiety plagues me in so many painful ways, do I hold onto it and make myself sick? Lose my joy? Perhaps cause others to follow this wrong path with me?
Turn to Him, ask for help, turn it over!
DO NOT PICK IT BACK UP!
June 11, 2018
My soul is raining!
Stubborn sun, why must you shine?
Tears refresh the joy.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
August 23, 2012
There are so many who say “I love you” and sadly it sometimes seems we’ve lost our definition of the word as we speak it yet still turn against the Lord and one-another. So, I was seeking a definition for it and this quote begged to be shared:
“When I said, “My foot is slipping,” your unfailing love, LORD, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.” Psalm 94:18-19 NIV