Because Of How Little We Know...

Books filled with knowledge tell us only so much

Life’s day-to-day college hinged to time’s cooled touch

Where retrospect’s cast can put on quite a show

And re-impact us with how little we know

…where we, well-acquainted with years full of ‘learn’

Depend on hindsight for the wisdom we earn

Trip-slip, fumble-stumble yields experience

Teaching us to live-love with more reverence/patience

…and not take for granted that we will behold

The seeds that we planted turn from green to gold

And always remember, by God’s grace we go

Then trust Him because of how little we know

© Janet Martin

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;

  in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.

Prov.3:5-6

A re-run because its message is needful every day!

Seductions of Summer...

Off to taste as many of these temptations as possible today...by the grace of God.

Yon meadow lures the passerby

To lie beneath heath of blue sky

Garden-rooms tease us to relax

And ease the groan of sweat-bent backs

Where side-by-side wide-eyed rainbows

Embrace us between zinnia rows

The cricket tugs at keened heart-strings

Its chirp-chirp joins the bird that sings

At break of day then flies away

To where the woodland breezes play

Wildflowers wow us with their laud

Yet most beheld by none but God

And fences flaunt poetic climes

That tempt us to trespass sometimes

The orchard winks at us to walk

And wander without clout of clock

The arbor bids us to recline

Beneath the ardor of the vine

And on the hill that wears morn’s mist

We want to be sun and wind-kissed

Without the fist of rules, alas

To draw us from its schools of grass

The lawn rolls out a welcome-world

Of shadow-pools and fronds dew-pearled

The backroad beckons us to roam

Gloriously lost yet close to home

© Janet Martin

In Case of No Tomorrow

 After yesterday's scare (see here) 

it causes one to re-evaluate today!

My stress-level has dropped significantly.

My to-do list feels like a Christmas present!

Matthew 6:25
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; 

or about your body, what you will wear. 

Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?

... then down to verse 33&34;
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, 
and all these things will be added unto you.
 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, 
for tomorrow will worry about itself.  
Today has enough trouble of its own.
 

So, in case of no tomorrow...

Mend those bridges that need mending

Spend more time stressing out less

Keep no record of wrong-doing

Fill your face with happiness

Touch today with humble rev’rence

Life is fragile at its best

Hold the hands within your reaching

And trust God to hold the rest

Make a memory worth keeping

Thank the Giver for the chance

If you have two feet, my darling

Then, my love, by all means, dance

Do not put off til tomorrow

That which should be done today

Don’t let imminence of sorrow

Steal your present joy away

Make the most of vital moments

Who knows when death wields its rod

And last but the most important

Make ready to meet your God

© Janet Martin

Glad-Factor

Aren't you SO glad, after nights that feel like this...

 We wake up in the morning feeling like this...?!

Glad for goodness rife with mercy

Glad for hope and strength regained

Overflowing in the morning

Where at night its cup was drained

Glad for more important purpose

Than mere Self to satisfy

Glad this grin-and-bear-it progress

Reaches through both grave and sky

Glad my sentimental musing

Is the gift of ‘having had’

Glad those things not of my choosing

Make me treasure more ‘the glad’

© Janet Martin

...and this morning my foremost thought is

"I'm glad to be alive!!!

after a TERRIBLE choking scare yesterday on a mouthful of Life cereal!

(the irony lost on me (because it shook me up so bad) 

'til I told Jim last night and he said that would have made quite the headline

"woman chokes to death on Life Cereal"

I was here alone with Brantley and had skipped lunch 

so I could finish the garden work while he was asleep.

After he woke up I remembered I didn't eat so I poured a bowl of cereal and I think I likely just put too much in my mouth 'cause I was in a hurry and when Life cereal gets wet it turns into paste

and it would not move up or down. Thankfully it moved just as I thought I was going to black out
(I will spare you the gross details)

so I have researched what to do when you are alone and choking!

 The  Four Most Common Choking Hazards

Choking

The moral of this story; slow down and chew your food!

Gateway to the Getaway...

 "I can't wait til September 'cause then I'll be in grade one", said Little Boy in wide, blue-sky July. "No, wait! I can't wait til October 'cause then I'll be six and in Grade one and I can play hockey again and that will be so fun AND it will be Hallowe'en and I'm going to dress up like a UPS driver like my dad, but oh, I wish the colors were black and red and yellow not brown and yellow...he pauses to chuckle "I really don't like brown and yellow!" All this without hardly taking a breath, as we podded peas...

Now six, now seven, now eight

Can someone kindly bar the gate

where night and day slip through and seal

what none can keep and none can steal

as gently dawn-to-dawn allots

the place where babies turn to tots

and Boy is in a hurry, oh

to have another birthday so

perhaps when he is five or six

he’ll be as big as Brother is

Now eight, now nine, now ten

Time seems in such a hurry to turn boys into grown men

And it will never bar the gate

Where child breaks through and mothers wait

At night with front porch lights left on

Until they’re home,

Until they’re gone

© Janet Martin