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!

 

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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!

 

 


BETTY’S HEART

November 7, 2017

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There are really none like my late friend Betty, pictured here on the right with her Mom on the left.  Her heart?  Prime example!  THE MOUSE!  If I met one in my house we are sure to find I freaked out and left town until it met its demise!  Not Betty!  She found one in the attic,thought it was SOOOOO cute,and fixed up a hamster cage for it.  It became family!

With a loving heart like that, can you imagine what a blessing she was to humans? 

Leviticus 19:18

18 “‘Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.


CASUAL? You? I Laugh!

August 5, 2017

You say you love me.

You say you are casual,

not judging,

yet your list of rules to live by forbids me to be me!

In sadness I tried to be

somebody else,

but in relief and joy

I WALK AWAY WITH MY CREATOR

seemingly alone

yet never unaccompanied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I DON’T ADMIRE YOU. . .

July 5, 2017

It’s true.

Admire?

I admire the way you comb your hair,

and the way you mow my lawn.

YOU mean more than what YOU DO;

yes, even what you do for me!

YOU are my neighbor . . . friend . . . brother . . . sister.

You?  I LOVE!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2016

Camelia


Just Dance!

June 15, 2017

just dance

I saw the others in the room

dancing to a tune I could not hear.

I stood aside,

I watched and sighed.

Wishing,

Wondering,

They seemed to share a joy

I didn’t know.

They seemed to know a love

I didn’t feel.

I waited in lonely silence.

Then, I could wait no more.

With awkward steps

I left my hiding place

And followed.

At first my steps

Were slow and few

But then it happened!

I began to hear the music, too!

The more I danced,

The less I considered my shaky feet

For I had found something else.

I discovered joy!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2014


Still Loving Thy Neighbors?

January 30, 2017

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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