MORE THAN ENOUGH

May 27, 2017

I pray and I pray

“Lord, give me strength!”

All He did

was infuse me

with His love.

Thank you!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

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Finding Love

May 11, 2017

I primped and perfected

or so I thought

but felt nothing.

I floated in an ocean of if only

and why not

as the waves grew higher

and brought me down.

You reached out,

you lifted me up,

you loved me.

You saw your beloved

absent of all those doubts

and insecurities.

The waters stilled

and as I looked at my reflection in them

I saw you.

By Martha L Shaw – © Words and Image 2015

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In His Image

May 10, 2017

In the quiet

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

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DEFINING LOVE

May 8, 2017

They gave Him bitter wine to drink

and He took it

so that we might have

that which was sweet.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2017

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MY WORLD

May 3, 2017

Into His Hands

Bread in the oven,

dog’s asleep nearby.

The parrot’s singing in the livingroom

in a cage by a sunny window.

The house is otherwise quiet,

the family’s safe,

the weather mild,

all is at peace.

Tomorrow’s worries have no place here.

By Martha L Shaw – ©  2015

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UNDER THE BIG TOP!

May 3, 2017

FEEDING TIME

When your life is a circus, do NOT forget to smile

and be sure to feed the animals!

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Jeremiah 29:11

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.


HOLEY WHOLY HOLY – BLANKETED IN HIS LOVE

April 27, 2017

When I was very small  I had a green blanket on my bed.  To anyone but me, it was nothing special at all.  After I had it for a while, it was full of holes, but Mama knew not to replace it.  As I tried to sleep at night, I would suck my fingers on one hand and hold my green blanket with the other, all the while rubbing the fuzz with my fingers.

 

Poor Mama must have constantly swept my bedroom floor of all the fuzz and my special blanket was surely less warm than it had been . . . to Mama.  Not to me, for my heart was reminded of how much I was loved and how safe I was simply by being wrapped in it.

 

The blanket was not magic and Mama, though neither she nor I could truly know my heart, left it with me until I outgrew it.  I know now, but not then, that there is just one source for the love I felt and that God is the source. He was also the one who knew my heart then as now.  I am older now and do not need the blanket, but the little girl I was  still lives inside me and she STILL  feels blanketed in Abba’s love.

 


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