November 24, 2015


You were always there for me



Protecting me

And yet,

I took you for granted

Until one day.

I looked deep into your eyes

And you looked to my heart

And I gave it to you.


I was reborn!

By Martha L Shaw ©11-24-2015

When We Call


Who is your Jesus???  The question was  posed in a novel I am reading and combined with my devotional today and the Lord’s call to my heart, I must consider . . . seems to me Rick Luoni asked that once in a sermon in urging us to invite Christ into our lives and if you  know Fr Rick, he’s impossible to ignore on loving Jesus! 


The Word tells us “My light shines through you” and that is perhaps the greatest miracle of all!  I know I am weak  and broken yet  Jesus’ Word is Truth and regardless of my mess, Jesus shines through me through NO effort of my own but to say “yes” and give Him my heart.  I urge you to  invite Him in!




In The Beginning

November 19, 2015

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 ©11-18-2015

me in garden 1963



Fear Not

November 18, 2015


Finely feathered wisdom

Resting on a branch

In a fast-moving world filled with worry,

You know only peace.

By Martha L Shaw ©11-18-2015


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November 12, 2015

Sometimes all I can do is grip the cross. It is sufficient. Words are unnecessary. – Martha L Shaw​


I Am His

November 12, 2015


The tough wooden cross in my hand was given to me by a man I’d never met before that one day  when by chance or design our paths crossed and we prayed together then he shared testimony with me.  As my wounded spirit soared I shared mine with him as well.  Time and other responsibility flew as we were drawn together and when we parted he gave me a small wooden cross carved by hand from a bit of storm severed cypress and by a man I will never know.

This morning when the crisis of the moment which kept me from sleep last night found a way to steal my joy of the new morning, I retreated to my quiet place and gripped this cross in my tremor ravaged left hand.  I could not think or pray but only rest in my quiet place and grip it.  I came to feel the love and prayers of the one who carved it.  I realized my pain lessened as did my tremors.  Just now as I pondered this knowing it was not any  holistic healing power in the wood nor in the preserving oil, but in the significance it held, I looked at it and saw that nature had damaged the wood in a way that took my spirit higher still.  There are tiny cracks the eye, or mine anyway, needed to look closely to see.  Where do these cracks appear?   Just where Jesus hands and feet would have been if this had been the tree on which He gave His life for me.

Written Nov 2014-still true


October 29, 2015

All life is poetry!

If we let it,

Sad becomes glad

And glad releases

Heaven’s tears of endless joy!

By Martha L Shaw ©10-28-2015

When We Call

Falling Not Failing

October 28, 2015

Pushing forward getting nowhere,

I fall.

A new vantage point!

I look up and you are there!

This changed everything!

By Martha L Shaw ©10-28-2015

angel wings


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