First the manger
Then the cross
First the manger
Then the cross
Wow, this one made me think . . . The Daily Prompt asked what would I put in a time capsule to commemorate this year. I thought of all the challenges I have faced, my family and friends have faced, my community, state, and country as well have faced, but then I realized something more.
It seems to me that during times of extreme challenge, hurt, or loss, there is also extreme grace and beauty and so I would like to take the high road and commemorate those aspects of the year in my personal intent to inspire hope in those looking at all that this year included. I have needed reminding that we are never without hope and I don’t believe I am alone in this. Here’s a picture of hope and beauty:
Copyright 12-10-2012 Martha L Shaw
Ah, I do love a challenge . . . there are many changing seasons going on in my life . . . spiritually, financially, and of course . . . it’s winter . . . which to face when they all must be faced. Hmmmm . . .
Well, for starters, it is not and I do mean NOT flip flop season:
It is true. I, a former yank (originally lived in MA) am now a southern belle (living in SC for 5 years) and I can tell newbie transplants from the rest of us because they still go without socks and wear shorts and flip-flops. Not me. My feet now get cold as early as December . . .
It’s true. I’ve faced changes of season a plenty since coming here. I’ve been seeking full-time employment for five years now and not found it yet . . . but I’ve had a number of temp jobs and at one I learned of a new kind of shoe . . . love shoes. A category I didn’t know? “Dress flip-flops.” It was on a dress code report. I never heard of such a thing. Cool.
I’ve enjoyed changes of spiritual season . . . being without income in a new place makes one realize, or it did me, what trusting in the Lord is all about and I sure learned my faith was weak, but I’m working on it. I believe He’s got a new season for me in my faith coming up soon along with the change in our weather . . . so I shall keep pulling up my socks and keep praying. When I first moved here I didn’t wear socks until February and didn’t pray as much. I’m learning. I’m changing.
Learning and changing are GOOD!
How blessed are we to be Christians who know the King of Kings and Lord of Lords and to realize awe and wonder – His awe and wonder = belong to us every moment from this life into the next!!!
Photo by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 12-1-2012
My cathedral is never locked . . .
it has no doors . . .
there are no walls . . .
yet . . .
it inspires me with its beauty . . .
its songs touch my heart . . .
melodies of praise and wonder . . .
awaken me each and every day . . . .
The hand which built it . . .
loves me very much!
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 8-20-12
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I love looking at old photographs just as I always loved listening to the stories my late father told me. Thinking about my parents as I look at the tattered pictures that represent a past I know so little about, I can’t help but wonder how my happy and laughing parents, and thus I as well, could come from such somber-faced lineage.
In my Mom’s case there seemed few if any children in the many photographs. Mom even now so late in life finds reasons to giggle. I think perhaps she was just what they needed to break free. In my late father’s family it was quite a different story.
My Dad was my hero. To this day if you ask me I’ll insist that he knew everything and could fix anything from a broken doll to my broken heart and it brings tears to my eyes even now when I realize that he’s not in the next town or the next room with his arms out ready to hug me and “fix it.” He always could.
My Dad didn’t learn those things in school, though, because he wasn’t able to go to school but for a very few years. He was tall for his age and strong. He was needed to use that streangth and height to help support his family. You see, the polio epidemic came to the country town he grew up in and nearly took his only brother and his Dad, my Grandfather. Grampy was so young then and no longer able to work. My Dad needed to work and help support his family at a time when he should have been grumbling about homework and playing ball or riding his bike. He didn’t complain. I wasn’t there but I knew my Dad. I’m sure I’m right in saying he didn’t complain.
My Dad rarely complained. He also rarely had any extra money. There was always another bill to pay with every dollar he could earn. With just an elementary education, though, he learned more than many with 16 years or more of classroom time. How? Because when he was with a person, he was interested in that person. He focused on the person. He cared. Everyone he met was his “pal.” I so ofteen heard him saying “hi pal!” He met people down and out and people who were “big” name folks and they all were greeted that way. They all loved him and called him “hero” just as I still do.
He often spoke of the things he learned from these people. He learned “simple” things, in his own opinion. He could build a house, fix the plumbing, make a lamp, install a telephone when it wasn’t simply a wireless device. He could fix breakfast or a broken baby doll. Anyone who needed something fixed and was baffled knew they could call on him. He’d fix it. He’d always know just what to do. He always smiled. Those old family photographs betrayed how challenging life was “in those days” but not the ones with my Dad in them. He always had a smile, a laugh, an outstretched hand.
Funny, he would say he didn’t know much and that he learned from everyone around him. I think he had it wrong and I know they’d all agree. I believe they learned far more from Dad than he ever learned from them, and Dad met every challenge with a smile!