SPREAD THE WORD!June 5, 2019
TAKING AFTER THE FATHERJune 4, 2019
Full of flaws,
Has become the sanctuary of the Most High
I gave all of me
By Martha L Shaw – © 2017
His Fix-It Shop For the Heart – A TankaMarch 30, 2019
It is pouring rain.
Here I sit in hope not felt
Yet I still believe.
I have not placed my fingers
In the holes . . . yet He filled mine.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2013
WELCOME GUEST!March 29, 2019
KNOCKING AT MY DOOR
Sunshine after rain
you were standing at my door
you refresh my soul
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
LISTEN TO HIS VOICEMarch 27, 2019
“ALL of my senses listen, see, and appreciate the love of God in His amazing gifts such as these and so many more!! ” –Martha Shaw
“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story” – Linda Hogan –
The Singing HeartJanuary 9, 2019
THE BEST GIFT EVERDecember 14, 2018
The ORIGINAL GPS Is STILL the Best!August 4, 2018
EMPTY HANDSAugust 1, 2018
I heard you call out to me
and it made me smile
while I cried out in return.
At first my head was heavy
not knowing what was said
but somehow my heart knew
and was lifted up,
larger than before
and spilling over with love,
more than enough to share.
It is good.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2018
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!
Nana Lee on the right.
This written by Martha Lee, her loving granddaughter!