My soul is raining!
Stubborn sun, why must you shine?
Tears refresh the joy.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
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My soul is raining!
Stubborn sun, why must you shine?
Tears refresh the joy.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
Other writings you may like:
My recent total hip replacement surgery was a success and in a few months, God willing, the other will do likewise! The Lord showered me with His presence and love the entire time!
I continued writing while in hospital, but low tech – PEN AND NOTEBOOK! Be blessed!
A broken dish
having fallen to its demise
was never to hold treasure again.
Not so,
the pieces of my broken heart,
held in His hands
mended
healed
expanded
returned to me
with His grace.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
Strolling alone
on a shady and unpaved road
is VERY hard on these weak legs,
still,
I always liked to walk with Him.
Wish He was here now.
Just Him here would bring rest
to my weary heart.
Wish I could do all I used to do . . .
but my soul is young though my body not so much.
Maybe HE could still . . .
I stood a moment,
gathered my thoughts,
and felt His hand squeeze mine!
In my distraction,
I didn’t notice He was there all along waiting and loving me!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
So easy to set aside worries in daylight, but those pests do torment at night. I’ve taken to prayer in their midst, but when they shout too loud I seek Christian broadcasting, and rest in it, and the Lord has led me each night this week to the perfect verse to touch my heart and soul and assure me “I AM” Here’s last night’s – a favorite!
11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare[a] and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jer 29:11
Cry
Tears are like refreshing rain
Restoring the parched land of the soul
And welcoming new life.
By Martha L Shaw ©2015
I am called to soar
Broken wings cannot stop me
He enables me
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
I felt your arms around me.
I smiled.
I sighed.
I knew your breath,
So close to me,
Was filling my lungs
And giving me strength
To grow . . . to go on.
I was in you.
You were in me.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2014
When I am wounded,
I have two options
from which to choose.
I can stare at it,
poke it
again and again,
and worry why it does not heal,
or
I can take my trouble
to the One who can!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017