SOMETIMES I NEED REMINDING . . .

April 2, 2019

Blessed By Darkness and By Light

 God speaks to me 2

If it wasn’t for the storm

Would the dead wood remain standing?

Without its rain,

Would the pond still refresh my thirst?

Would the grass still grow and cushion my footsteps?

Would the garden still feed my body,

Feed my soul?

If it wasn’t for the storm,

Would I still see the sun and feel its warming rays?

Rejoice!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013

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His Fix-It Shop For the Heart – A Tanka

March 30, 2019

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It is pouring rain.

Here I sit in hope not felt

Yet I still believe.

I have not placed my fingers

In the holes . . . yet He filled mine.

*

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013

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Blessed are those . . .

March 22, 2019

who may not see but believe!

Got to share this quote because the truth in it must be shared.

I’ve seen and met angels wearing the disguise

of ordinary people living ordinary lives

– Tracy Chapman –

Speaking plainly, I must say that if you’ve not seen angels, you are just now looking closely enough.  The Lord sends them to each of us all the time.  Trust and believe.  You are loved.

For he will
command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;

Psalm 91:10-12


ARE YOU A BELIEVER?

March 16, 2019

IF YOU THINK THIS EARTHLY WORLD OF OURS IS IN TROUBLE,

PLEASE JOIN US IN PRAYER!

PASS IT ON!

 

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IMPORTANT REMINDER!

March 16, 2019
Verse of the Day

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.

Colossians 3:12 NIV 

No better time than this! 
If you focus on even 5 minutes of news, you know! 
PLEASE PRAY!
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My Beloved

March 14, 2019

A palm branch welcome

A donkey ride, “hosanna!!”

enroute to the tree

By Martha L Shaw ©-2015


My Empty Hands

March 11, 2019

hand

Lord,

Everything I have seems to be slipping

Through my fingers.

Tangible is so temporary

And things I’ve always valued

Are quickly gone

From my grasp.

I moan,

I weep,

I sing.

For while my hands are empty,

My heart is full.

Your love . . .

My trust in you . . .

Intangible  . . .  real . . . true.

I have nothing

Yet I possess everything.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013


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