April 3, 2017
I had an aunt whom I assumed may have been born an old lady. The little niece recalls a wrinkled nose more than a smile. I recall giggling after a burp and being told “Not prudent for a young lady.” Wonder how she knew? Anyway, I did not know what the word meant, but but but . . I had heard of prudes and one more thing!
Stand in front of a mirror and say PRUDENT and imagine you’re still a 5 year old. Tell me! DOESN’T IT MAKE YOUR FACE LOOK FUNNY?
February 13, 2017
Depending on your faith or denomination, this might not be completely familiar, but ,I was thinking of Mom at church yesterday and recalled her telling me that as a tiny girl she would march around the house holding an upside down broom and pretend to be the crucifer at church.
So, later in the service, as we sung the Doxology and got to the words “praise Him all creatures here below” I remembered myself as a wee one singing the same words with one tiny mistake. I misunderstood and heard them say “preacher” rather than “creature” AND GOT MAD! I decided they were NOT going to tell me only PREACHERS could praise Him. I WAS GOING TO AS WELL! lol
It should not surprise anyone that both of us have, in our own ways, felt called to forms of ministry from a very young age.
October 12, 2013
A pencil mark on the door frame . . .
A scuff mark on the floor . . .
Memories of what was,
And seeds planted
For all that is to come!
By Martha L Shaw – © 10-12-2013
Quilt by Martha L Shaw
March 21, 2013
The other day, at my part-time job, I was in a great deal of pain. My job is very physical and I was working hard at smiling and reflecting Him but the pain threatened to bring tears. I wrestled with this and was washing the floor by the drink station at work. adjacent to this area is the door to the playground. I suddenly realized a small boy of perhaps three years of age was outside, but not playing. Instead, he was watching me mop the floor. He opened the door and peering at the mop, asked “what are doing?” I responded “washing the floor.” Keeping it simple, I wondered what he’d say next. He then asked me why and I explained that someone had an “oops” and spilled something. He came into the restaurant having lost sight of his mama. He suddenly looked scared. I saw her behind me ordering their lunch and pointed to her. I then warned him to walk carefully as the floor might be a little slippery. He stood very still then walked in a rather amusing way. It was like a movie in slow motion. lol I saw the look of fear on his face, and said “do you want to hold my hand?” He looked relieved and took it. He reached his mom, reassured, he turned back to return to the playground. This time he walked right up to me and extended his hand, knowing I’d take hold and walk him safely to the door. He smiled and ran to the colorful slide.
I never did learn the small boy’s name. I did, though, learn much from him. Trust replaces fear with joy. It really is that simple.
August 8, 2012
Okay, I know I need to explain that one. My Godchild who’s not a child anymore learned words differently than any other child I know. I think, in an entirely unbiased opinion, that she was reading novels in the delivery room and speaking in sentences on the way home from the hospital . . . but anyway, among her first “real” words spoken (as opposed to “did she just say that?” words) was duck and quack. She is my much-loved duckling even if she is not from my own nest.
I didn’t hatch any of my own, but the Lord blessed me by putting her in my heart in the place my own ducklings would otherwise be. That being said, I’m thinking of God’s creatures great and small and what blessings they are.
I wonder if the cows, horses, bunnies, and birds feel a combination of pride, joy, and a little bit of sadness as their “ducklings,” calves, and the like grow up and fly to a distant branch of a distant tree to establish their own personal nest? Like me, do they wonder if they’ll be visited? Remembered? I’m smiling though for my duckling has always made me so proud of her!
I pray that Jesus will watch over all the little ducklings in our lives, and especially those flying off to a distant nest. I also ask that He will give an extra hug to those of us who watched them grow and love them still and will love them always.
July 18, 2012
I just read a great quote:
To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.
– Thomas Campbell –
I love this quote NOT because I never wish to leave this life, for I do at some point seek to live “up there” with Jesus and to sit at His feet, but there is another reason this quote touched me. Gosh, in a very short time not too far back in my life it seemed so many people I love were passing on all within a few weeks or months of each other. It may have been a broader period of time, but my broken heart-felt like “there’s nobody left.”
When we hear that “they” live in our hearts forever, it sounds cliché and initially comforts us very little, yet eventually the grieving passes or at least becomes less crippling and when it does life continues and “they” truly are still with us. Each time I pick up a hammer, I feel my Dad’s hand on my own. Whenever I sit on the left hand side of the church in the first or second pew, Becky’s there with me and I feel her sisterly hugs and see her beautiful smile with Jesus reflected in her eyes just as He always was. I can’t pass a yard sale without hearing Betty say “Ooo!” and recalling how she could do a three-point turn ANYWHERE when there was a yard sale sign in sight!
When I see a nurse lovingly treating a patient, I think of Barbara, and when I see a seagull I think of Uncle Bob and his summer hat with plastic seagull poop on it, and I feel his smile charging through my body. I can’t pass through a yarn store without thinking of Nana and all the vests she made. Nana was not well and was a “shut in” for years and years, but from her one room apartment, she warmed many a body and many a heart hand crocheting vests and hand writing letters which I mailed for her. She always had “Rocko” who owned a small corner market and delivered her groceries to her (and put them away for her) bring my favorite flavor of ice cream and several other treats that she couldn’t even eat, just because we enjoyed so many long visits in her tiny and really hot apartment. The heat never bothered me when I was there. I remember Rocko and his demeanor of grumpy old man, but he didn’t offer delivery service . . . just had compassion for Nana and for many of us in the neighborhood in one way or another.
Those who’ve passed through my life and moved away or have gone to be with Jesus . . . they truly are still with me and will forever be a part of me. Mr. Campbell had it right!