After all, nothing depends on how things turn out–only on how you see them when they happen
– Gregory Boyle –
– Gregory Boyle –
Cool air of morning
quickly warming – sun rises
blossoming of Spring
By Martha L Shaw © 2017
We change and grow with the season, on our journey . . .
When the garden is filled with weeds
Yet one stubborn flower
Finds the strength to grow,
Am I to frown
Because it is the only one?
Is it not a very welcomed blessing?
Surely its beauty
Nourishes my hungry soul
Giving me the strength
To tackle the overgrowth
Of opposition
Not unlike the single
Blooming rose
Basking in the midst
Of thorns;
Hope
Of a coming new season!
By Martha L Shaw ©2013
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
It’s been raining long and hard
And gray skies were all I could see.
But today is different,
Or perhaps I am,
For I see a bright spot
Glowing through the
Clouds of morning.
I shall dance!
Dancing with the raindrops
And celebrating the sun
Am I
For today is
A new day
And the Lord has blessed it!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
He isn’t really being slow about his promised return, even though it sometimes seems that way. But he is waiting, for the good reason that he is not willing that any should perish, and he is giving more time for sinners to repent.
2 Peter 3:9
As achild I was taught “God is great – God is good,” then I grew up and too often have prayed “where ARE you?” You know what? Both prayers are alright! He desires a relationship! DON’T FORGET TO LISTEN TO WHAT HE HAS TO SAY!
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Morning sunshine gently awakens.
Bird calls out softly.
Somebody’s tweet heart!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018 Words and image
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018 Words and image
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I awakened early,
and all seemed still asleep.
A cup of tea,
a wicker chair,
a sunporch just for me. . .
but I was not alone,
you, too, were there.
I hungered for your music,
heard when we’re alone.
You never disappoint!
I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze
the creaking of the porch door,
the singing of a bird high in the tree.
Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops
of moving water in the rivulet nearby
and they mirrored myown
tears of thankfulness and joy.
Soon the day would grow busy
and the gentle sounds of your gifts,
your voice,
would be lost in the confusion
and distress.
But in the din I will close my eyes
for just a moment
so that once more
I can hear your music.
It is well.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
When the garden is filled with weeds
Yet one stubborn flower
Finds the strength to grow,
Am I to frown
Because it is the only one?
Is it not a very welcomed blessing?
Surely its beauty
Nourishes my hungry soul
Giving me the strength
To tackle the overgrowth
Of opposition
Not unlike the single
Blooming rose
Basking in the midst
Of thorns;
Hope
Of a coming new season!
By Martha L Shaw ©2013