WHAT IS FAITH?

December 7, 2015

 

When you hold a balloon in the palm of your hand it is a tiny small thing. Seems unlikely that if I toss it from my bedroom window that it could drench my kid sisters with water, yet when used, that balloon becomes “enough” to serve my purpose . . . faith is like that.

 

I find myself praying for more faith yet last night when the question “what is faith” was asked at study group, the Spirit spoke to me saying “Faith is trust in action.” Like that small balloon, my small bit of faith “is enough” for Jesus to use for His purpose . . . if I trust Him. Martha L Shaw

 

 

 


Can You Hear It?

December 1, 2015

The silence has wings

And I feel the gentle breeze

As they flutter near to me.

My heart hears a sweet song

And my soul dances

With joy.

 

By Martha L Shaw ©12-1-2015

 

angel wings


Tears of Joy

October 7, 2015

If you look very closely

At the raindrop

Resting on a blade of grass,

You just might discover

The sun’s return reflected there!

By Martha L Shaw ©10-7-2015

PATH AND TREES


Attitude of Gratitude

September 23, 2015

Little flower,

petals swaying in the breeze,

bows her  head

as rain comes.

Then she looks to the sun

in joyful thanks!

By Martha L Shaw ©9-23-2015

sunshine


Beneath My Feet – Photo Challenge

August 7, 2015

bean

What’s BENEATH YOU FEET?


LIGHTEN UP!

March 26, 2015

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Are You Blessed? A Challenge!

October 16, 2014

I was just given the following task and I am sharing it with you.  Please take a moment to answer the challenge and if you like, share you response by linking this post to your blog and let us read it!

The task:

Look around you right now. Really look. Take a few deep breaths and notice the beauty in the ordinary.  Share what you discover!

My response:

It is a lovely October day here in SC. I have my home office windows open to the cool air and sounds of my childhood . . . kids coming home from school and having fun, dogs barking happily, birds singing, men at work renovating their homes with power tools . . . the sounds and scents of cut lumber and mowed lawns brings Dad, my childhood home, my playmates back to me . . . it is like music and perfume to me. Blessings known by all the senses.

How about you?  A colored leaf? A puppy’s kiss?  A broken cookie?  What?


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