WHAT a life . . .

June 28, 2018

My Nana was SO VERY special to me.  When I knew her she always seemed very, very old and was said to be very, very sick but somehow I saw her differently the more I grew and visited her. Her one room apartment was so welcoming!  Bedroom, dining table, kitchen . . . all one small combined room.  She was on a very limited diet but bought candy and my favorite ice cream . . .

 

She should have been sad, depressed, lonely . . . she was too weak to leave her room, but she was not like that.  She called old Rocco when she needed groceries.  His little old store was near the home she had before Grampy died.  I knew he didn’t deliver nor carry what she needed, but actully ALWAYS had what she wanted. She called weekly and he went to the big store and secretly bought her groceries, he delivered then, he knew just where everything went and wouldn’t let her lift a finger, nor accept a tip, but he would visit.

I was always buying paper and her favorite pens . . .  and postage stamps, she told me to ask what pictures were on them . . , “you know what I like Muffin.”  For a shut in, she sure found a lot of friends to write to all over the country, and we had a tiny family.  Go figure!

If I was going to visit, I had to call first, She constantly had company.  How’d she meet them?  They had grand times visiting!  When I went to the small local stores, the shop keepers, long gone now remembered her from waaaay back and asked after her. . . . always.  She got tons of mail responding to those letters plus cards from the shop folks.

I can still remember sitting on the floor at her feet hearing stories of the old days and never did she run out of them.  She always made me feel special . . . so very loved.

At her funeral all were shocked she passed.  Yes, she was sickly all her life but nobody saw her that way.  She was just that sweet Miss Lee who made them feel so special.  To this day, I have never seen such a crowded funeral!

So many people feel hopeless these days . . . what can I DO . . . I can’t . . ., yes, but . . .  I can’t change the world!  My sickly Nana lived 20 years in one room but she dressed in pretty clothes  and heels and white beads in summer, always crocheting gifts, always smiling, with company or not she was never alone.

ME?  I can’t change the world . . . but why not?

Nana Lee changed a big piece! 

God knew what He was doing!

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Nana Lee on the right.

This written by Martha Lee, her loving granddaughter!

 

 

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Oh, How He Loves Me!

June 22, 2018

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Okay, if you thought this was an article about a  romanic and passionate experience I had to share, you’ve stumbled upon the wrong blog . . .

Passionate it is, though!  I’m hearing a line from a favorite praise song in my heart and head just now.  I must say it’s delightful when my heart and head are on the same “team.”  It’s not always the way.  I was not exactly “high on life” earlier today and remarkably – rather than stew for a while and eventually think of praying, I prayed right away and then got involved in doing some things that needed doing.  Wish I could say that this Christian is just so focused on the Lord that this is simply a common occurance, but being human brings with it a host of imperfections and yup, I’ve got ’em.  Like a broken watch, though, I must say I get it right twice a day anyway . . . at least that .  . . I hope . . .

When we surrender ourselves to the Lord and say “use me . . . fill me” we’d better be ready to receive our “honey do” list fast.  He hears a willing heart and He says “sign  up!  Here’s your first job!  Go to it!”   It’s funny, but shortly after I prayed the words  I prayed, I found myself blessed not once but three times!  First with a lovely conversation with a stranger, then with finding myself say to someone “you need to let it go.  It’s not yours to worry about.  Give it to the Lord.  He’ll handle it and enable you.”  Then I heard myself telling someone else “It just takes a willing heart.  God will provide the ability.”

These things took place in under an hour from the time I felt “off” and prayed about it and are all direct answers to that prayer.  Just further proof, if any is needed, that He loves us totally and completely and He so desires us to “get close and personal” with Him. .  Our Lord does not call the enabled – He enables the called!  Thanks be to God!

Psalm 121:7-8

He keeps you from all evil and preserves your life. He keeps his eye upon you as you come and go and always guards you.


THE GIFT OF THE JOURNEY

December 20, 2017

I heard the sweet sound of a bird

calling out from a high branch.

No answer,

he didn’t give up.

He showed no anger.

He listened . . .

he called again.

He sang.

He enjoyed his perch,

then called again

and waited some more.

He performed daily tasks while waiting.

The cycle repeated.

THEN,

the right time came

and he got the Word .. .

He sang with such joy!

Love is patient.

Love never fails!

Love is eternal.

By Martha L Shaw – ©2017

 

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Half Baked

April 13, 2015

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Sometimes, looking in the mirror discourages me. I so yearn to be more and do more, but all I see reflected back at me from my mirror is the same old me.  “When, Lord?” I wonder as I walk away.  I think of the Sunday sermon and all the amazing folks in the Bible who served God and our priest had reminded us of their human brokenness and my initial response was “But I’m not a murderer like Paul or . . . ”

As I often do when my heart is troubled, I took to the kitchen and taking the pan from the oven, I hardly looked at the contents.  Instead, I poked a tester into it to see if the inside was ready to serve.  A Light lit up in my heart.

The Lord lives INSIDE where He is hard at work on me.  When I am ready to serve in the ways He chooses,He will lead me on! How reassuring!   Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.”  Matthew 25:34


Thankless Task?

May 17, 2013

A quick thought for Friday!

If I pray without ceasing and thus make everything I do a prayer to the Lord, I am His and it is Him whom I serve.  So, if I serve you and you do not thank me . . . grumble . . . behave as though you are entitled . . . act spoiled, and I become angry, was I truly serving the Lord?

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Prayer Without Ceasing? Listen To This!

February 5, 2013

We have all read and heard the scriptural teaching us to pray without ceasing.  Can this be done?  How to interpret these words has been discussed and will continue to be.

I believe, and continue to learn this, that if I do every large and small thing to the Glory of God then I am praying without ceasing.  The task so dreaded or the challenge I cannot imagine nailing well . . . the dirty job I wish was for another and not me . . . surely if Jesus was standing there with me and asked “Do you love me?  Clean my toilet” would I not do so?

Yesterday, this came to me over my lunch break at my new part-time job.  The job has been frustrating and disappointing.  Things have not gone as “they” promised.  The reasons, even if I was sure what they are, don’t really matter.  But I felt a nudge and recalled a story a Christian friend spoke of in a testimony at a meeting some time back. He is a teacher and goes to class early and takes this time to pray at each empty desk in his classroom.  Wow!  His relating this humbled me and brought tears to my eyes.

That was some time ago and I’d forgotten it in the highs and lows of my own struggle.  So, yesterday as I faced a combination of “ho-hum” and “Lord, HELP!!!!” He reminded me of my friend’s prayers and I knew He wanted me to do likewise.  As I prepared a drink for another, He wanted me to pray for this unidentified son or daughter of His.  As I mopped the floor, cleared up one mess or another, He wanted me to pray for those who’d find rest in this booth, who’d come for food . . . that they’d find rest in Him, meet Him, be fed by Him . . .

This blew me away!  I wondered how many times He had tried to tell me these things as I shook with fear over my own crisis . . . even while He has a solution in hand and has people praying with love for me.  This time, I finally heard Him and I’m reminded of the following:

1 Samuel 3:8-10

The Lord called Samuel a third time, and Samuel got up and went to Eli and said, “Here I am; you called me.”

Then Eli realized that the Lord was calling the boy. So Eli told Samuel, “Go and lie down, and if he calls you, say, ‘Speak, Lord,for your servant is listening.’” So Samuel went and lay down in his place.

10 The Lord came and stood there, calling as at the other times, “Samuel! Samuel!”

Then Samuel said, “Speak, for your servant is listening.”


Re-defining Hope

January 16, 2013

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My life is in season change mode.  I’ve had a long season of growth, testing, learning, and waiting time.  In this time there’s been much opportunity to properly define trust . . . that knowing the Lord is here and has the best in His plan for me even when in human sight, all seems so bleak and uncertain.

That being said, as my relationship with Him has grown, I have also been learning what hope means.  It is vital that I know hope as well as trust.  They are life-giving and have subtle differences in meaning.  The dictionary reveals “A person or thing in which expectations are centered.”  It is defined well in the Hebrew word qavah which develops the concept of hope very well for the knowledge of our hope in the Lord.  For qavah, the word for hope, is defined as “to wait, to look for, to expect.”  Hebrew lexicons I’ve consulted go further to say that it is to “wait or look eagerly for.”

It seems to me that in the past I’ve used the word hope somewhat sarcastically, saying things like “sure, you go on hoping” or “ya, I hope so” with a smirk that betrays my true feelings of “it’s hopeless.”

As I write this, I’m wishing the phone would ring, and that someone dear to me would find time for me.  I’m seeing joy reflected in others and wondering “what’s next” for me.  I know the weather can so quickly go from dark and rainy to bright and sunny.  In the last few days, in fact, our cold winter has teased us with several days of summer temperatures.

So, my feelings . . . those unruly deceptors . . . challenge my heart and soul, but what my heart and soul knows is the truth.  The truth is that my hope is in the Lord.  As I approach a corner . . . a place where my path and my season in the Lord and with the Lord present new opportunities to serve, to grow still closer to Him, and to reflect His glory . . . I hope!  I listen!  I pray!  I seek!  I wait eagerly!

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