The faithful and hardworking gardener fertilizes the vegetables and pulls and discards the weeds. This makes all the difference.
by MarthaL Shaw
I took a stroll
On a clear day.
Passing a brook,
I bent to pick up a stone
And tossed it in
And OH the ripples
Spread far and wide
From that one small gesture.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017 – words and image
NO! It wasn’t. The sheep knew His voice. They didn’t stop and think about it, they didn’t sleep on it, nor did they call the lead sheep to get permission to act on what He instructed them to do. They followed Him.
This is huge. There are several reasons I’m thinking of this just now. My life has been “nuts” in some stressful ways for what seems a long time now . . . close to five years. I can see HUGE LIFE CHANGING BLESSINGS which I truly believe only came to me because of the HUGE SCARY “HELP ME JESUS” stuff that is also in the picture and not entirely resolved.
That being said, I truly do feel His presence, His love, and when I’m focused on Him I know He is leading me and has a plan. People close to me sometimes seem to think their plan is the one. They do not agree remotely on what their plan is. They don’t think this sheep is listening too well. They often seem pointedly urging me to change paths and disregard His instruction.
Well, I’m not living in a palace, surrounded by gold, or any of that. But, thus far, I have not been tossed on the street begging for a crust of bread. I still believe, when I’m not scared and cranky, that He has a plan and that it’s gonna happen and that He loves me and has something more than I could desire or pray for in store. So, I shall pray, get scared, and pray some more . . . and follow Him.
I sit here seeing only ruin around me and being unable to climb out of its vastness and praying somehow His purpose in it will come to fruition. I realize I may not see His purpose but there is peace to be found in knowing He uses all things. As I did a bit of reading just now, this quote came to me:
– Anonymous –
It seems in life there are times when we, or I, are called to be the compost nourishing the seeds from which tomorrow’s flowers grow. These times can be uncomfortable and even painful, but if it blesses the Lord, it is good.
A new season is coming and the flowers will bloom!
The pieces will all come together. He will see to it.
(quilt is my work)
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
mosaic of brokenness
reordered by God
By Martha L Shaw ©2016
As followers of Christ and in our commitment to Him and to our personal relationship with Him we are called to be His vessel. We “know” what a vessel is . . . or we think we do. Have you ever looked up the definition? I just did. Not sure why, but as soon as I saw what the definition stated I became convinced the Lord called me to seek this information and to share it.
Wow. I am loving being a vessel now that He’s shown me these words.
Rest in His hands and soar!
When you hold a balloon in the palm of your hand it is a tiny small thing. Seems unlikely that if I toss it from my bedroom window that it could drench my kid sisters with water, yet when used, that balloon becomes “enough” to serve my purpose . . . faith is like that.
I find myself praying for more faith yet last night when the question “what is faith” was asked at study group, the Spirit spoke to me saying “Faith is trust in action.” Like that small balloon, my small bit of faith “is enough” for Jesus to use for His purpose . . . if I trust Him. Martha L Shaw