FEAR NOT, FAITHFUL READERS! once I have multible surgeriesfor cancer and more, I will be back! SECOND BOOK COMING . . . BEGAN BEFORE I GOT SO SICK. THOUGHTS AND ORAYERS APPTRCIATED.
Why is the shepherd running ahead?
Does He not care?
Where are my caring friends?
Again,
nobody wants me!
“My child.
I Am ahead of you preparing the way!”
They quietly discussed His purpose,
though the child wondered.
Hearing and seeing many behind the two,
she asked the Lord
“What are they doing?”
“My child, they are fasting while providing prayer support!”
She knelt at His feet.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2019
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
Scrappy and I had lunch in our screened porch amid birds singing, a gentle breeze, blue skies viewed between leaf filled branches and the wonderful sound I love to hear – the sound of a saw cuttng wood! The sound and smell is life giving to me and perfume to my soul! Daddy was so skilled at EVERYTHING since if he didn’t know, he self-taught and worked with perfection. Sadly the last 15 years of his life were spent sedentary due to Parkinsons. Lord, heal me and or show me the way to shine and to make my parents proud for the 3 of us! We love you and hunger to serve with the treasure you bestowed!
I awakened early,
and all seemed still asleep.
A cup of tea,
a wicker chair,
a sunporch just for me. . .
but I was not alone,
you, too, were there.
I hungered for your music,
heard when we’re alone.
You never disappoint!
I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze
the creaking of the porch door,
the singing of a bird high in the tree.
Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops
of moving water in the rivulet nearby
and they mirrored myown
tears of thankfulness and joy.
Soon the day would grow busy
and the gentle sounds of your gifts,
your voice,
would be lost in the confusion
and distress.
But in the din I will close my eyes
for just a moment
so that once more
I can hear your music.
It is well.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
Read …Recite …Relationship
Pray,
It should mean something.
It does, doesn’t it?
When we’re finished, we sing and leave!
But . . .
I don’t need to read the book,
I can easily recite.
That counts, right?
Even if I forget the words?
Does it mean something?
How will He know what I said
if I don’t . . .
I’d rather have
A relationship with Him
using my own words
from my heart.
It matters to me
and to Him.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2019
I awakened early,
and all seemed still asleep.
A cup of tea,
a wicker chair,
a sunporch just for me. . .
but I was not alone,
you, too, were there.
I hungered for your music,
heard when we’re alone.
You never disappoint!
I sipped and listened to the gentle breeze
the creaking of the porch door,
the singing of a bird high in the tree.
Soon I heard the tinkling of tiny tear drops
of moving water in the rivulet nearby
and they mirrored myown
tears of thankfulness and joy.
Soon the day would grow busy
and the gentle sounds of your gifts,
your voice,
would be lost in the confusion
and distress.
But in the din I will close my eyes
for just a moment
so that once more
I can hear your music.
It is well.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
Colossians 3:12 NIV