Seek Directions

November 23, 2016

Anticipation or dread . . .

You chaRge the beating of my heart

and set my eager feet in motion,

but which way points the compass?

By Martha L Shaw – ©2016

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Have Faith, BUT . . .

November 23, 2016

I have been facing BIG challenges for a while, as many of us do.  People have “encouraged” me saying”have faith” followed by “most people never get help for . .. ” or “the new president is getting rid of . . . ” Fortunately I DO have faith, as did my family before me.

Limits?  Not my Lord!


My late Uncle Bob had only one arm.  As a child he played ball, rode his bike . . . he grew up and joined the yaught club, was a great golfer, personally rebuilt his house . . . I guess they forgot to tell him he could never do those things . . .



November 17, 2016

As my morning coffee percolates,

so Holy Spirit seep through

my every pore and guide me

with joy and gladness

through this new day.  Amen

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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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November 14, 2016

We are asked, no instructed, to love our neighbors and as holidays approach this becomes extra important for we are surrounded by lonely and physically challenged folks.  We know we can help, but shy away saying “I can’t . . . because . . . “insert lame reason (excuse) here ______.


Reaching out a hand, extending a greeting, opening a heart takes so little and means so much.  The Lord will rejoice in YOU and show you the way.  You only need to be willing!

Featured Image -- 10771The gift of joy will change YOUR life!

The Work of the Master’s Hand

November 12, 2016

Not a pretty picture! Raw diamonds do not look like much until they are broken, shaped, cleaned, polished . . . the work of the Master’s hand makes all the difference.



November 12, 2016


Mighty ocean of the soul

My LORD!  He is there!

By Martha L Shaw ©2016

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November 12, 2016

I Am His


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

Walk On In Faith!

November 11, 2016

Fear Not


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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Words Are Not Always Needed

November 10, 2016



You speak without words

Yet your message is so clear

And I ride the flame

By Martha L Shaw ©2015

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