December 24, 2016
WHAT IS FAITH?
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
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April 10, 2014
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August 24, 2012
My life, while containing a huge question mark in one way, has been rich with blessings which provide me with the assurance of my Savior’s love and fill me with hope in Him.
For some time now, as some of you know, I’ve been praying and prayed for in the need for provision and my desire to be His minister in a new vocation which He clearly has prepared for me. His timing is not our own yet we know it is perfect. Many times it has been revealed to me in my own spirit from HIm and through others praying for me that a new door will be opening. I believe that as we grow in Him and surrender to His will we find many new doors along the way as we grow ready for more and more work . . . I am excited to serve in the ways He leads me. Yes, fear comes but with His hand holding me, I can walk in fear and not be held back by it.
As I stood in my dining room the other day, I saw the doors to my sunroom and thought of them in a new way. Yes, it did remind me of the “door” or “doors” the Lord is leading me to and through, but also of a puzzle to be solved. We’ve all seen those puzzles in which we are to count how many squares we see . . . well as we follow Christ, the puzzle pieces that are our life come together in beautiful ways as we are blessed to serve Him.
Now, a puzzle for you. No, I’m not asking you to count the “squares” as those familiar puzzles ask. I’m asking you to count the crosses! When our Lord died on the cross, we were awarded Eternal live. The doors to Eternity with Him were flung open! So, ponder that and look at these doors. How many crosses do you see?
August 23, 2012
Good evening, friends! I was recently invited by Pastor Richie Castaldo and Kathy Castaldo to write devotionals for their “Cry of Worship Ministries” website. I’d like to share the link with you and invite you to check out this great website which is full of the fruit of the Holy Spirit and sure to bless you. Check it out at http://cryofworship.com/gift-of-sadness/
August 22, 2012
I just received a piece of mail which made me cry. On the surface it was a simple letter from a dear friend from church. I am part of a ministry at church which she leads – Lay Eucharistic Ministers. She wrote a cover letter and slipped it into the envelope with our new schedule. There was something in the way she closed her letter to us that was so real . . . a blessing to us all and the words “I love you.” How often do we seek love yet not find it? Oh, I’m not saying it isn’t being offered to us, but I for one can be caught up in my “stuff” and not “feel” it even though I really do “know better.”
I am so totally in love with Jesus and church has always been a key part of my life, but one Sunday afternoon a friend and I were chatting after services and I followed her to the altar as she took care of the linens and things and at one point I couldn’t hear here speaking because I suddenly truly felt blown over by the feeling that I was on “holy ground” as I stood behind the altar. I started to shake and my eyes burned with choked back tears. As my friend took the chalice to be washed for the next Mass, I instantly knew there was a ministry for me. The one which suddenly seemed to call me was Lay Eucharistic Minister.
The next chance I got I asked to be permitted to joint and was licensed and trained. This grace filled position means that I administer Jesus’ precious blood to communicants during the Holy Eucharist. There is not a single time I serve near the altar when I do not shake and choke back tears. But there is also not a single time I serve the Lord in this way in which I am so in awe of the Holy Ground on which I stand that as I serve Him and my fellow worshippers, I cannot help but smile. It doesn’t matter what challenges I’m facing nor whether the sun is shining or not. The minute that chalice is in my hands, I am so filled with the presence of my King, my precious Lord, that I can’t keep from smiling and have to fight not to break out in song and dance to Him.
That being said, I realize that even on the Sunday’s when I’m not scheduled to serve, I can’t help but fix my eyes on the cross at the altar and my priests hands as they become vessels to consecrate that bread and wine to be Jesus’ body and blood.
The special relationship I have with my Lord rises above anything else in my life and so as I reflected on this in my quiet time just now after reading the letter from my Sister in Christ, I found myself reflecting on the cross and all it means. So, I now begin a new series called “reflecting on the cross. Today along with this testimony, I offer you the photograph at the top of this post taken in the room I sit in as I write this. I call this image by the same name I’ve given to this series. I ask the Lord’s blessing on each one of you . . . you have no idea how much of a blessing you are to me.