CREATED WITH A SPECIAL PURPOSE!

June 10, 2019

Perspective

A wee one picked a pretty flower

and gave it to her Mom.

Everyone around her smiled with joy.

She grew older and was taught

a dandelion was “just a weed”

but did the flower really change

when the eyes of her heart

were closed?

She grew up

and made them into

such delicious wine!

How eye opening!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015

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Dance of Joy

March 10, 2019

The gleaming sunrays

just like silly little elves

scamper in the breeze!

By Martha L Shaw © 2015

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FREE YOUR INNER CHILD

May 8, 2017

When I was a child,

it did not really matter

that the carrot I pulled from the ground to eat

still had soil on it,

nor that I’d wiped the rest on my shirt.

The choice, there was none . . .

Focus on the carrot or on the dirt?

CRUNCH!

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2017

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HOLEY WHOLY HOLY – BLANKETED IN HIS LOVE

April 27, 2017

When I was very small  I had a green blanket on my bed.  To anyone but me, it was nothing special at all.  After I had it for a while, it was full of holes, but Mama knew not to replace it.  As I tried to sleep at night, I would suck my fingers on one hand and hold my green blanket with the other, all the while rubbing the fuzz with my fingers.

 

Poor Mama must have constantly swept my bedroom floor of all the fuzz and my special blanket was surely less warm than it had been . . . to Mama.  Not to me, for my heart was reminded of how much I was loved and how safe I was simply by being wrapped in it.

 

The blanket was not magic and Mama, though neither she nor I could truly know my heart, left it with me until I outgrew it.  I know now, but not then, that there is just one source for the love I felt and that God is the source. He was also the one who knew my heart then as now.  I am older now and do not need the blanket, but the little girl I was  still lives inside me and she STILL  feels blanketed in Abba’s love.

 


Lessons From My Child Self

February 13, 2017

Depending on your faith or denomination, this might not be completely familiar, but ,I was thinking of Mom at church yesterday and recalled her telling me that as a tiny girl she would march around the house holding an upside down broom and pretend to be the crucifer at church.

So, later in the service, as we sung the Doxology and got to the words “praise Him all creatures here below” I remembered myself as a wee one singing the same words with one tiny mistake. I misunderstood and heard them say “preacher” rather than “creature” AND GOT MAD! I decided they were NOT going to tell me only PREACHERS could praise Him. I WAS GOING TO AS WELL!  lol

It should not surprise anyone that both of us have, in our own ways, felt called to forms of ministry from a very young age.

 

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DO YOU SEE SILVER LININGS? I DO!

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

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LIKE A CHILD

November 15, 2016

In The Beginning

Wee one,

as I look into your eyes

I hunger to see the world through them

as I once did!

I can almost feel

the long forgotten magic!

By Martha L Shaw ©2015

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