HOW MUCH HE LOVES!

July 1, 2019

It saddens me that some feel there is no God.  If only they knew how much He loved them.   My friend Betty had a heart of gold.  She is with the Lord now but I lovingly think of her often.  I recall a night when we were young and it was a Saturday night.  We hungered for our favorite ice cream shop.  Leaving for home, we spied a tiny broken wimged bird by the door.  Betty picked it up and exclaimed “it’s alive!”  She then handed it to me as I wondered if my hands or the tiny bird shook more!  lol  We drove all over trying to find a pet clinic and succeeded.  I still wonder if they repaired the wing.  Betty knows the answer.

NEWFOUND FAITH

 

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Feeling all alone

The tiny broken winged bird

Knew that God sent you

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018


ALONE, I FAIL AS A GARDENER, BUT WITH HELP …

June 8, 2019

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De Colores – A Tanka Poem

Life in black and white.

Weeds grow in Eden’s Garden.

Original sin.

God’s compassion . . . Jesus Christ.

Garden blooms, living color!

by Martha L Shaw Copyright July 27, 2012

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WELCOME GUEST!

March 29, 2019

KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

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Sunshine after rain

you were standing at my door

you refresh my soul

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

 


WHAT HAPPENED TO LOVING OUR NEIGHBORS?

January 31, 2019

Still Loving Thy Neighbors?

Used to be when new folks came to our neighborhood we welcomed them, made friends, greeted them with homemade bread or a meal . . . we all got along and lasting, valued relationships were created.

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NEW ENGLAND IN WINTER

January 28, 2019

This image was taken by me in the home I used to live in.  Winter was steadily providing snow and I was stronger then and loved to go out in the middle of the night to shovel as I was a banker then and needed to get to my office.  The moonlight reflected on the new fallen snow glowed  so my yard lookedlike midday.  There were always neighbors out doing the saame thing as me.  We often had PJs on with storm wear.  I can still feel the warmth of those times in my life!

Warmth In Winter

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Though it’s still winter,

with you always in my heart

i celebrate spring!

by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 2016

 

 

 


HE DID NOT CREATE US WITH LABELS

June 29, 2018

Unlabeled

The happy little dandelion

growing in the field

smiled toward heaven

all the while.

No one ever said

“you’re just a weed”

so he had no doubt

that he was loved.

Perhaps

there is a lesson

here for me?

by Martha L Shaw © 2015

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WE ARE BORN WITH OPEN MINDS  AND LOVING HEARTS.

LET’S REMEMBER HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS!

 


WHAT a life . . .

June 28, 2018

My Nana was SO VERY special to me.  When I knew her she always seemed very, very old and was said to be very, very sick but somehow I saw her differently the more I grew and visited her. Her one room apartment was so welcoming!  Bedroom, dining table, kitchen . . . all one small combined room.  She was on a very limited diet but bought candy and my favorite ice cream . . .

 

She should have been sad, depressed, lonely . . . she was too weak to leave her room, but she was not like that.  She called old Rocco when she needed groceries.  His little old store was near the home she had before Grampy died.  I knew he didn’t deliver nor carry what she needed, but actully ALWAYS had what she wanted. She called weekly and he went to the big store and secretly bought her groceries, he delivered then, he knew just where everything went and wouldn’t let her lift a finger, nor accept a tip, but he would visit.

I was always buying paper and her favorite pens . . .  and postage stamps, she told me to ask what pictures were on them . . , “you know what I like Muffin.”  For a shut in, she sure found a lot of friends to write to all over the country, and we had a tiny family.  Go figure!

If I was going to visit, I had to call first, She constantly had company.  How’d she meet them?  They had grand times visiting!  When I went to the small local stores, the shop keepers, long gone now remembered her from waaaay back and asked after her. . . . always.  She got tons of mail responding to those letters plus cards from the shop folks.

I can still remember sitting on the floor at her feet hearing stories of the old days and never did she run out of them.  She always made me feel special . . . so very loved.

At her funeral all were shocked she passed.  Yes, she was sickly all her life but nobody saw her that way.  She was just that sweet Miss Lee who made them feel so special.  To this day, I have never seen such a crowded funeral!

So many people feel hopeless these days . . . what can I DO . . . I can’t . . ., yes, but . . .  I can’t change the world!  My sickly Nana lived 20 years in one room but she dressed in pretty clothes  and heels and white beads in summer, always crocheting gifts, always smiling, with company or not she was never alone.

ME?  I can’t change the world . . . but why not?

Nana Lee changed a big piece! 

God knew what He was doing!

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Nana Lee on the right.

This written by Martha Lee, her loving granddaughter!

 

 


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