May 5, 2018
My mentor was a humble man.
He didn’t look for praise,
he gave it.
he gave and gave and gave!
Many would say “He had NOTHING.”
They were wrong.
Sweaty and tired from hard work,
he’d be the first to offer a hand.
If someone needed a friend,
he’d sit down,
and say “Hi, pal!”
He’d offer a cup of coffee.
He didn’t have much,
but I say he had it all.
It takes so little to change someone’s day,
or perhaps their life.
He could not share his wallet,
but he always shared his heart.
He was and is my mentor!
If you look at me I hope you’ll see
His eyes looking back at you,
for when I looked at his I’d see
Jesus looking back at me.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
My mentor and my Dad
Ronald E Shaw
November 8, 2016
Though I am the last of my blood kin, many of you have huge families to prepare for and the are great for kids of all ages! Are we not, many, children of God? Share, enjoy!
September 22, 2016
Opportunities come! JUMP for them!
At times, you’ll land like this, but see that smile?
August 14, 2016
Lord, you offer us
a foretaste of heaven
as we stumble through this world.
Let us taste its sweetness today
as we walk
side by side with you.
By Martha L Shaw ©2016
August 5, 2016
I, like most of you, have been thinking a lot about the sad and frightening news stories of late. They seem to grow in number. I love children and the ones I listen to give me hope for the future. This is my second tiny teacher post in two days . . . perhaps a series is coming!
I recall this conversation, but not the source. . . still, it needs sharing!
CHILD: Daddy, what’s sin?
CHILD: Then why would people choose to sin?
DADDY: I guess some people crave sin like others crave rhubarb pie!
CHILD: I don’t like rhubarb pie!
DADDY: Me either!
August 4, 2016
We often shake out heads and mutter “oh, the world today . . . ” or the other phrase, “these kids today . . . ” I think,and the Bible urges, that we MUST be like the children to positively change the world . . .
Grandma read a book to her littlest granddaughter, then this conversation started:
Child: Grandma. I’m beige.
Grandma: I guess so.
Child: You’re beige too.
Child: Grandpa is dark beige.
Grandma: Yep. People come in all different colors.
Child: Like bears. Right?
Child: But they’re still all bears.
Grandma: Yes they are.
Thanks, Grandma Gerrie!