The tiny bird
alone did sing,
but did not sing alone.
By Martha L Shaw – © 12-7-2013
Please keep on singing . . .
Winter’s silence has broken.
Her ice may yet melt . . .
By Martha L Shaw – © 6-8-2013
Music of the angels,
Outside my window.
Peace, joy, praise
Calms my body
And uplifts my soul.
A clap of thunder.
Love of God,
Nature . . . nurture . . .
Comes in all shapes and sizes.
He made and loves them all.
By Martha L Shaw – © 4-18-2013
I awakened early,
Snuggled deep into my soft pillow
And wrapped warmly in my quilt
I pretended it was still time for sleep.
As I lay cozy in my bed
You whispered lovingly to me
And I sighed, smiled, and whispered back.
I felt your arms holding me close
As you filled my heart with you
And I realized it was there
That I would forever stay,
It matters not
As long as you’re with me.
The wake-up melody sounded
High in the sky
On distant branches of the tall tree
Outside my window
And I realize the sun was opening
Its sleepy eyes,
And so did I.
Listening to the sweet songbirds
I added my praise to theirs
As together we faced the day.
By Martha L Shaw – © 2-15-2013
Okay, I was going to call this post “great news” but since many of you are praying for me to find the job the Lord has for me (and I’m in the process of a job lead just now so keep praying) and since I didn’t want you to start getting excited about that and realize “ah, shucks” I decided to choose a different name for this post. Just an FYI there.
Ah, while we’re off track, let me say KEEP PRAYING for my eye sight. It is slowly healing and I am so thankful! I am also thankful for the wonderful ways the Lord provides for my needs, like just a moment ago . . . I came home to find Mom’s bathroom flooded and poor Mom not knowing what to do. My few tricks didn’t do much but slow down the rushing water, which is a plus, but um . . . so I called a contractor friend and he literally hopped in the car and came right over, did a little of this and that, and woohoo, plumbing issue fixed with no new parts and flood waters gone. Never did flood beyond the bathroom, and so I now have a freshly cleaned bathroom floor. lol Always a good thing.
Now, back to the real point of this post. Yup, I had one. I even remember what it was. lol Read the following quote from Psalm 84:
3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
Lord Almighty, my King and my God.
Is that not the best news ever? I love birds. They wake me up sweetly each morning, and when I have quiet prayer time, they seem surely to be praising the Lord along with me, but peeps, think about it. God loves us that much AND MORE! How amazing is that? Think about that little swallow . . . she’s a tiny little thing and she’s about to give birth . . . is in fact in the process according to the quote. She’s in a pretty vulnerable position for lots of reasons, yet she’s not worried a bit. She feels totally safe and she is. He’s got her covered. Why do we not have as much confidence as she does?
Here I am, sitting at my desk still sipping coffee and nursing a bit of sinus allergy troubles. As the meds start to kick in, I am remembering yesterday. I was teaching my story telling and writing class to small children in an after school program and one tiny boy asked to have a turn telling a story.
He is about 4 years old and so very small for his age. He told a delightful tale of buying his own hotel, of cooking the food for his restaurant all by himself . . . potato chips, he said, were his specialty. A basketball player . . . I cannot recall the name . . . stayed at his hotel, they played a game or two and my tiny student was invited to join the team. He told us that his hotel got him so much money that he bought the team . . .
My wee one never stopped to think that none of this could happen. He never stopped to consider that he couldn’t join the team . . . the “realities” that this world would seek to place on him never came to his mind at all. His life is, as he sees it, entirely made up of possibilities.
So, here I sit relating this story of a small one with wisdom which is anything but small. I can see from the window beside me that a storm is brewing. The sky is becoming dark, and the warned of thunder and lightning seem to be coming near.
As I sit quietly assessing what I need to accomplish, I can hear beautiful music from the tree in my yard. The birds are calmly, sweetly, and joyfully singing their song, weather or not. They KNOW something!
I called a friend not long ago and a man’s voice answered the phone. I realized at that moment that I had no idea if it was her husband or her teenaged son. His voice had changed!
I am thinking of this now as I am in my studio working on a quilt project. The part of the project I am doing is simple yet time-consuming and was not my favorite and thus much avoided, however I learned something a while back. During this mindless but long step in the process, I can do the work and let my thoughts and my heart drift from my fabric to my Lord.
Suddenly, the dreaded part of the work, still something I don’t care for, passes much more pleasantly for me. This morning as I work I have the doors to the deck open and my room is “noisy” with sound . . . and this is the reason I am reminded of my friend’s son and his voice change. You see, the Lord’s voice changes also. Sometimes I can hear His voice like a man standing in the room with me. Sometimes my spirit hears what my human ears cannot, sometimes I hear His voice in a delicate coo from a baby, and today His voice is the sweetest music to my ears for the loud noise I mentioned? It is the many birds outside my room in the trees in and surrounding my yard. They are feeling His love and sharing it with me and His voice has touched my heart through them!