Hitting Reset...

After spending half an hour with an internet technician all is up and running again,

after, on Saturday evening I hit the reset button on the bottom of the router 

after thinking this would fix the wifi problems, 

not erase EVERYTHING including the internet connection...

and this is the least of my recent 'fumbles'😕

We could be crushed, defeated, lost; the cost of love is hard

A tidal wave of dark despair could roll through heart and soul

The way we ought to pray is oft pride and prejudice-marred

We could be tempted to believe untruths that take their toll

We could be ill-equipped to forgive others as we must

And we could/would hate the sting and smart of love’s chastening rod

And we would be a stumbling block; a mockery of trust

Without humble awareness of the daily grace of God

© Janet Martin

Yesterday, (not on purpose) I betrayed a family-member’s confidence

and they were very disappointed in me and I feel terrible!

This was on top of a few other failure-flavoured fumbles

that sit a-top the regular weight of worry love

that wears a mother/wife’s knees thin…

So what is this fumbler-stumbler to do?

…other than consider Love’s/God’s kind mercies,

His grace and patience,

None of which I deserve,

And carry on

 And be kind to one another, 

tenderhearted, forgiving one another, 

even as God in Christ forgave you.

Eph.4:32

Poet's Whether/Weather Dilemma

Isn’t it terrible?!

I just said to myself, ‘Rats, the sun is shining’!

Why did I think that?

Because when it’s raining as it was earlier

I can write without being torn between two worlds!

Torn between green grass beneath my bare feet

Or words falling from fingertips

Torn between tasting the sun, warm and sweet

Or whisper of words on my lips

Torn between wind-song that washes aloft

Teasing the tree’s hoisted sails

Or Want still, supple, unshapen and soft

That only a poem unveils

Torn between taking the face of a flow’r

Between my hands to admire

Or turning my mind from the march of an hour

Intent on the vent of desire

Torn between inhaling rain-freshened air

Pouring an ‘all you can drink’

Or sitting stock-still on the edge of my chair

Imbibed by the meter of ink

© Janet Martin

 

Reasoning Reason

A little while ago I thanked a friend for all the time/freedom 

she and her husband sacrifice for 'the church' 

Her reply; "All for Jesus!"

Imagine if we all lived with that as our unflinching cause/zeal?!

(Sharing some music from one of my favourite bands)

To make the most of what we hold

And who we ought to be and how

Is to be modest-meekly bold

With what we have right here, right now

And not for man’s approving eye

Should we be driven to and fro

But by the grace of God to try

To honour He who loves us so

For all we have He grants us first

Without His grace our cause is lost/loss

And we would still be Hopeless-cursed

If love had not endured the Cost/cross

Then when we meet God one on One

Where Truth unveils what yet seems hid

Pray all He sees will be His Son

As the Reason for all we did

© Janet Martin

 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.

Psalm 139:3

To Do Or Not To Do...

  We can not truly qualify 

until we feel unqualified

The mastermind of weak excuse

Can always find fine reasons to

Think someone else could better fill

The shoes needed to walk uphill

…and as far as that other task

Surely there’s someone else to ask

Rather than bother 'poor old me'

Not eloquent as he or she

Ah, surely God can understand

Why I decline to lend a hand

Or take a flying leap of trust

Because I hate the taste of dust

Don’t think too ill of me, I plead

If I’m not fit to fill this need

Forgive me if I seem to prove

A lack of faith, goodness or love

I never was as fit as they

Who seem equipped for come-what-may

So please, choose one more qualified

I hate the sting of injured pride

Then deep within I hear a voice

Child, I am not pleased with your choice

For only when you yield your heart

Can I become the greater part

Unless you swallow fear and pride

You will remain unqualified

Until you recognize your need

My grace can never intercede

© Janet Martin

It's hard to choose only a few verses out of such a great story as that of Moses!

Ex.4:10-13
 (click the link for the whole passage!)

  Moses said to the Lord, “Pardon your servant, Lord. I have never been eloquent, 

neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant.

 I am slow of speech and tongue.”

 The Lord said to him, “Who gave human beings their mouths? 

Who makes them deaf or mute? 

Who gives them sight or makes them blind? 

Is it not I, the Lord?  

 Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.”

 But Moses said, “Pardon your servant, Lord. Please send someone else.”...

To Be or Not To Be... Vanilla

 I hereby testify that on this date of August 17, 2019

my (truck-driver) husband (in case you wonder why he calls) did call 

and not need to ask at all 

what I was doing (because he could guess)
because nine mornings out of ten I write...

and he did state that 

I am a different cat 

but he wouldn't change a thing 

or I would 'just be vanilla'.

I then thereby did respond that I will put his statement in writing 

as evidence that he did

on this day declare such a thing

and that I will bring it to his remembrance at such a time

when his opinion could justifiably differ!😊😂😜

...okay, enough silliness!

Here's to today's flavours and colours!

The first one I choose is coffee black!

To love or hate

Condemn, applaud

To trust in fate

Or gracious God

To pray a while

Or fret and fear

To sing and smile

Or shed a tear

To dash or stroll

Believe or doubt

Give half or whole

Give thanks or pout

To bless or curse

Deny, confess

For better-worse

For more or less

To be yourself

Or to compare

To dust the shelf

Or sit and stare

To stray or veer

Or stay the course

To crush or cheer

To free or force

To gripe or dance

With gratitude

Part circumstance

Most attitude

© Janet Martin