HOPE CAN ALWAYS BE FOUND!

Among Weeds and Thorns

When the garden is filled with weeds

Yet one stubborn flower

Finds the strength to grow,

Am I to frown

Because it is the only one?

Is it not a very welcomed blessing?

Surely its beauty

Nourishes my hungry soul

Giving me the strength

To tackle the overgrowth

Of opposition

Not unlike the single

Blooming rose

Basking in the midst

Of thorns;

Hope

Of a coming new season!

By Martha L Shaw ©2013

Perspective

A wee one picked a pretty flower

and gave it to her Mom.

Everyone around her smiled with joy.

She grew older and was taught

a dandelion was “just a weed”

but did the flower really change

when the eyes of her heart

were closed?

She grew up

and made them into

such delicious wine!

How eye opening!

By Martha L Shaw – ©  6–26-2015

The Lord has reminded me of this recently . . .

Martha L Shaw - Poet, Writer, Author, Artist

Psalm 30:5 tells us that “weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”  Oh, joy!  Sure.  You know, sometimes life deals us moments of spectacular and sometimes not so much.  It seems to me that it’s easier to hold onto the “not so much” than it is to hold onto the joy.  Why is that?  It seems simple enough to understand that some of the things that make us weep, and these relate to the Psalmist’s words here, are anger, hurt, and discouragement.  We may not wish to admit to our tears, and we may try to hide them, but they do come.  These things certainly would make us “weep for a night.”  Why, then do we tend to hold onto these negative feelings and worse yet share them so eagerly?  Why, also, does joy seem to be so fleeting?  Why do we tend to jealously…

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Blessings Among the Weeds

So, is your life full of weeds?  Does it seem like there were a few yesterday but you couldn’t get to them and then WOW today they have taken over completely?  I know the feeling.  Yup, there was a storm and as I stand in the yard in the middle of the weeds, I feel scrapes on my legs from the climb into the middle of the mess, and I’m somewhat lost.  I see blue sky above me, and feel the sun’s warmth on my face as I look up, but here I find myself in the middle of a mess and random attempts to yank, to snip, to will it to go away . . . not all that effective. 

Wondering . . . will I just be lost in this mess?  Does anybody know I’m here?  Will I be missed?  Helped?  Here I am stuck again . . . usually it turns out okay.  Have I used up all my chances this time?  Then I heard a voice calling out “excuse me?”  I worked my way over the mess and through it.  A neighbor said “you seem to be having trouble . . . I’m planning to spray my yard to get rid of the weeds, if it’s okay with you, may I use some of my spray on your yard too?”  Yup, I started to cry at this point, although I tried to hide it.  No, not really because the weeds in my life had beaten me, but because once again the Lord led me out of my mess and knew just what I needed even though I was too distracted to petition Him for help! 

When my neighbor, whom I don’t even know,  said “I’ll handle it.  Don’t worry about it” what was being said to me was about so much more than weeds and was from my neighbor’s lips, but Jesus’ heart.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll handle it.”  Jesus always does.  Always.