FOOLISH HUMANS!

July 10, 2019

If I was passed a glass of poison to drink, I would destroy it – not drink it.  God would urge me to.  He loves me.

Oh, the hug He gives!

Why then, when anxiety plagues me in so many painful ways, do I hold onto it and make myself sick?  Lose my joy?  Perhaps cause others to follow this wrong path with me?

Turn to Him, ask for help, turn it over!

 

DO NOT PICK IT BACK UP!

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REFRESHED AND BLESSED

March 25, 2019

A lovely late spring day

promises a bit of refreshment

from sniffing and sneezing.

As I smile with unspoken joy

reflecting heavenward

from my appreciative smile

I feel a gentle breeze tickle me!

I find that a leaf laden branch from my tree

happily waves its many new leaves to its Maker

as it shares my joy

and springs into new life!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

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VOICE OF AN ANGEL

March 12, 2019

Mom, dressed for her first date with Dad!

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When someone so close to us and whom we love so much is near the end, we feel their pain as they age and we would do whatever we could to see the Mom (or other loved one) as we remember them . . . even one more time.  This week marks another anniversary  of her passing.  She felt no pain in passing while asleep and just didn’t awaken this side of heaven.  She died holding hands with Jesus with a big smile on her face, just like my Grampy did.  If your morning quiet place seems to have a larger angel choir, that’s Mom.  No matter how many things she could no longer do toward the end, she was always singing and I am sure she still is!  Likely, the angels in your life are singing with her!

The last thing she and I said to each other was to smile and say “I love you!” it was a sunny spring afternoon and the birds were singing!

 

 

 

 

 


DARKNESS OVERCOME

March 2, 2019

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Crickets and rain drops outside my window,

Quiet my distracted soul

And not unlike a lullaby,

I feel my spirit finding rest

In You.

By Martha L Shaw © 2014


THE GRASS IS STILL GREEN

August 21, 2018

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I look out my window

Yet see nothing.

Darkness has consumed . . .

but, wait!

Have things really changed?

Is the grass no longer green?

. . . the trees no longer tall?

Will the sun I cannot see

Truly never shine again?

My soul,

Though wrestling fear’s attempt to overtake

Is opting instead for some needed rest.

Day has gone

And night indeed has fallen.

Morning’s sun will

Like my spirit rise

And I restored,

Once again will follow

and reflect the Light!

By Martha L Shaw ©2013


THE VIOLIN

July 31, 2018

It began . . .

An ordinary day.

Then

I heard the sounds of peace and passion.

A duet that at once caught my breath

while also wrapping me in streams of gold.

My heart . ..my soul

Were fed as never before.

Should I dance or cry or laugh

Or indulge

In a banquet

Of all three

and more.

Music so sweet and gentle

Then suddenly it grew in magnitude

And repainted the landscape.

A love

Indescribable

Wrapped in a bow.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2018

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HOW TO MAKE A BAD DAY GOOD

June 2, 2018

FIND A REASON TO REJOICE TODAY!

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NOT AS HARD AS YOU THINK!

 

I get stressed, especially when I multitask and demand too much from myself!  The Lord doesn’t give us more than we can handle – we do!

  • Take a praise break!   Can’t thiink of anything good about your day?
  • relax your muscles
  • breath deeply
  • close your eyes
  • say “Lord, thanks for loving me!”
  • repeat until chest tightness relaxes
  • REJOICE!

 

 

 


DADDY’S LOVE – ABBA’S SERVANT

June 13, 2017

 

Tapers on the sofa table

Gently lit the room

For it was night.

 

While mother slept,

Father and I enjoyed the gentle candle light

And stories from another time and place.

 

We needed no warmth

From those candles, though.

That came from father’s heart.

 

He knew I’d be waiing.

I knew he’d come.

Sleep didn’t come easily to him.

 

We spent hours together

He shared so many stories

Oa life as a boy,family,the farm…

 

Tales of many generations

Retold in the gently lit room

Well into the night.

 

Tears come as I share this

But not of sadness,

All of joy!

 

As we retired for the night,

I waited for his sounds of sleep

Before taking to my bed.

 

He is gone now,

But my memories still bring

Love, peace, and rest!

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

 

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REBORN AND REFRESHED

May 16, 2017

Like The Garden Grows

Too often I focus on the fallen leaves

Scattered on my weed covered bit of earth.

Signs of death and decay?

Perhaps, and yet . .  .

A rake,

A hoe,

A change of focus,

And new buds and blossoms appear .  . .

Or perhaps they lay in wait all along.

Beyond the shadows shines the blazing sun!

By Martha L Shaw – © 2014

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ONLY YOU

March 18, 2017

DARKNESS OVERCOME

 

Crickets and rain drops outside my window,

Quiet my distracted soul

And not unlike a lullaby,

I feel my spirit finding rest

In You.

By Martha L Shaw © 2014

 

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