I was in our special place.
I needed to ask . . .
but did not see you.
I called out,
There you were.
“Here, my child,
I’ve been waiting”
By Martha L Shaw © 2015
An apology is NOT giving up nor giving in. It is a statement that the relationship is more important than who was right or who was wrong.
Often, sadly, the bickering continues long after the cause of it is forgotten. Please don’t let this happen!
My First awareness, first glimpse at Abba? Daddy it was you! Though I miss you for you are with Him now, as another Father’s Day comes I am grateful to realize that, like Him, you are always with me! Whether I sit in your favorite chair, admire your much loved sunsets, or hear the sounds of saws and lawn mowers hard at work, you are here! There is a chair at my table, a spot on my porch steps, a broken cookie or two . . . waiting for you still. You always knew when I was baking and asked “if you have any broken pieces, can I . . . ” I always broke some just for you! You always fixed everything that I had that broke . . . whether it was my dolls or my broken heart. Happy Father’s Day Daddy! I love you!
I am floating
high above the clouds
where the air is light
and the sky is ALWAYS blue . . .
this is not a dream!
You really DO love me!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
The dog was shaking and barking when I entered the room then jumped into my waiting arms, suddenly quiet, snuggled close, grew still and rested. Nothing really changed in his circumstances, just his awareness of my presence and my love . . . which changed everything. The Lord is with us . . . His waiting arms reaching . . . Martha L Shaw
Technology makes so many things quicker, easier, and more efficient and we often hear people speak of the past as “oh, before . . .(insert your favorite site).” One thing technology and social NETWORKING sites do not improve is relationships! In these days of efficiency we have become too busy for relationships, for love, for being together, and for so much more . . . constantly claiming we are too busy for “that.”.
Efficient technology should free us, not consume us! I love you, my friends.
The man I love has caloused hands
from working so hard.
His shoes are filthy
because he’s always on his feet.
His smells sour . . .
the factory has no fans.
He doesn’t buy me roses
and drives a rusty car,
but he got that stranger something to eat.
I couldn’t go to boarding school,
but he pushed me on the swing
and told me stories when I could not sleep.
I want to be just like my Daddy.
By Martha L Shaw – © 5-19-2015