PERFECT LOVE

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There is an argument about whether one person’s insulted over $1,000 because another received $1,000,000. As I considered how HUGELY I’d appreciate 1,000 or 100.00 . . . I saw a face light up over the loaf of bread I baked him . . .lives have been changed over a loaf or a fish. – Martha L Shaw ©2018 words and image

His Garden

The gate was open.

I could feel the gentle breeze beckoning me.

I heard the choir sing.

Were they birds or angels . . .

it mattered not.

The beauty of His grace at once

brought me rest and excited me!

I stepped inside . . .

By Martha L Shaw – ©2015

 

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TREATS!

Finding Love

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

HOLEY WHOLY HOLY – BLANKETED IN HIS LOVE

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.