HERE COMES THE SUN!

As I rolled over

preparing for the new day,

and also avoiding it . ..

I got up anyway.

Deep breaths . . .

surrender . . .

but I MUST . ..

What if . . .

I stepped out on the back porch.

The birds sang so beautifully

without any consideration

for the grey sky

or cold February wind.

Suddenly,

I took no notice either!

The Master artist,

looking at all my broken pieces,

DID’T see the mess

reflected in my mirror!

He saw His own likeness

and all at once I did as well,

and I shall follow Him always!

By Martha L Shaw ©2019

 

 

 

 

 

Transformed by the Cross

My transformation

mosaic of brokenness

reordered by God

By Martha L Shaw ©2016

Say Ahhh . . . . men!

His love

is forever with us

let it touch you

By Martha L Shaw ©2007 – 2016 Words and Images

By Martha L Shaw © 2-18-2015