Thursday, April 3, 2025

Love's Law Of...(First things First)


While the layout of each lesson-book may vary
the requirement and result are universal because
we reap what we sow
and God is not mocked! Gal.6:7


I've been on a stretch of demanding days and
half-sleep nights. During the night, last night
the electricity must have blinked off and since I don't
have a battery back-up in my alarm clock
and since I had the blind and room-darkening curtains pulled
and since I had a sound sleep last night, I was appalled when
I looked at my phone and it was... 8:48?!! 😭😬
The tempter was there instantly with 'you over-slept!
no time for devotions today! you must hurry! hurry!"
What a most terrible way, (I have learned from experience)
to hurry, hurry into the day without first thanking and praising God for his mercies renewed,
and then lifting up our 'broken' to Him, our sick, sorrowing and lost loved ones.
Then drinking from the wellspring of His word to have our spirit refreshed and strengthened
because the flesh is weak and prone to fall prey to what it sees...


Circumstance changes constantly...
Last night, snow and ice-ensconced world...







This morning, sunshine drenched world beneath rising temps!




Tis an art the heart must master for life's story to be sweet
Success can lead to disaster if we do not learn its creed
Where the spirit oft is willing but the wanting flesh is weak
Where sight oft seems more fulfilling than ‘faith as a mustard seed’

Tis a test the best of scholars and teachers cannot evade
Nor the tribe that wears blue collars nor miners, nor astronauts
In the end we all will answer for the choices we have made
Be it maestro, merchant, dancer, five-star chef, scrubber of pots

Tis a law of awe and wonder, impossible to detail
Where wellsprings of blessing thunder from each breath no longer cursed
It will enrich dream and duty, a rubric that will not fail
As we marvel at the beauty of love’s law of First things first

© Janet Martin

One day an expert in the law stood up to test Him. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”26“What is written in the Law?” Jesus replied. â€œHow do you read it?”

27He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’c and ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’d”

28“You have answered correctly,” Jesus said. â€œDo this and you will live.”

29But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

Read Jesus answer HERE...v.30-37

Take Time to be Holy


Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever.

Heb.13:8


...leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way.
First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.
Matt. 5:24






Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Loved

Happy April!



Dear Lord, what waits, only You know
Daybreak heeds Your command
Your evidence puts on a show
As mercy floods the land
Enough, your grace whereby we go
To face the day at hand...




Without agape love I am
A beast by quick impulses ruled
My most noble ideal a sham
By pagan happinesses, schooled/fooled

Without I AM’s agape love
I am a ship tossed to and fro
No earthly anchor strong enough
To weather wanton winds that blow

Without love greater than my own
To truly love I cannot do
Until God sits on my heart’s throne
And teaches love I never knew

...and then it is no longer 'I'
But He who is the good in me
I touch His scars to satisfy
What else would still a rebel be   

© Janet Martin

Rom.5:5
And hope does not put us to shame, 
because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts 
through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.

1 John 4:7-11
Beloved, let us love one another, because love comes from God.
 Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. 
Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.

This is how God’s love was revealed among us:
God sent His one and onlyc Son into the world, 
so that we might live through Him.
And love consists in this: 
not that we loved God, but that He loved us 
and sent His Son as the atoning sacrificed for our sins.

Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another...

Monday, March 31, 2025

No Suitable Substitute


For the last while on Sunday mornings
our teaching messages have been from 1 John,
and have kindled many a meditation
of both somber evaluation and profound encouragement
leading to many coordinating passages throughout scripture.

Eccles.12:13-14
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:
Fear God, and keep his commandments:
for this is the whole duty of man.
For God shall bring every work into judgment,
with every secret thing,
whether it be good,
or whether it be evil.

Ps.51:17
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit:
a broken and a contrite heart,
O God, thou wilt not despise.

1 Sa.15:22
So Samuel said:
“Has the LORD as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices,
As in obeying the voice of the LORD?
Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice,
And to heed than the fat of rams.

1 John 5:3
This is the love of God,
that we keep His commandments.

Disobedience/sin separated Adam and Eve
from their perfect relationship with God. Gen. 3
Sin made God sorry that He had made man; Gen.6:5-8

Sin kept Moses from the Promised Land. Num. 20:12

...and ultimately sin took God's only Son, Jesus to the cross
to be the eternal Sacrifice for sin;
to purchase our pardon, for all who repent and believe.
Jesus, who pled to God the Father,
if it be possible let this cup pass from me;
nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will... Matt.26:39
And Jesus was obedient to death, even death on a cross. Phil. 2:8

Thus, by the grace of God we can be saved,
not by good works lest we boast,
but for good works God prepared in advance for us to do.
Eph. 2:8-10

The old quote 'actions speak louder than words' rings true!
How hollow are the words 'I love you' without the fruit of deeds to prove it!

Oh Lord as we begin a new week help us anew
to trust in You with all our hearts,
and to fear you and keep Your commandments!


No substitute could suffice to wash away our sin, but Jesus' blood. Heb.10:4-10
No substitute, outside of obedience, can bear witness to the righteousness of God in us. 1 John 2:3


No substitute will do
No pretense will suffice
Nor lenient logic reason through
Faith in God’s proving price

No joy will be complete
No noble cause defend
No clause corrupts the mercy seat
Of God, both Judge and Friend

God, faithful to forgive
Beholds the heart alone
He witnesses the fruit we live
And thus, the tree is known

There is no substitute
No judgement-proof façade
Obedience is the pure fruit
Of love and faith in God

© Janet Martin



Saturday, March 29, 2025

Divine Drumroll

 'A poem should never be centered' Victoria told me yesterday morning (something she learned in the poetry class she took in her previous semester). What?!! I gasped, and realized that my poem-book collection is filled with 'uncentered' pages yet it never occurred to me why; but line length, layout, pauses etc are part of a poem's persona and centering it on the page removes that element of the poem! (proving how much I have yet learn when it comes to poetry)

So, please forgive the previous posts. From now on I will post to the left of the page. (it is on my wish-list to take some poetry courses but maybe in my 60's??) Life seems to have drained my mental energy tank right now!

Do you feel it too?! Beneath earth's dull façade, a kind of divine drumroll...



Beneath earth’s umber solitude
After winter’s gale is subdued
A petal-prelude starts to play
On listless landscapes, stark and gray

Ah, can’t you sense a teeming surge
Where raindrops dance on dreamland’s verge
Ere violets, tulips, daffodils
Inaugurate summer-long thrills


where soon lackluster sweeps will gleam
With nature’s nuances of green
With blossom-blush, where naked limbs
Await the garb of leaf-song hymns

Where spring’s impending loveliness
Begins to stir beneath a tress
Of barren boughs and dormant deeps
Instilled with promises God keeps

Ah, can’t you feel the rush of hope
Beneath the burlap-swaddled slope
Arousing a divine drumroll
Resounding in both land and soul

© Janet Martin

Gen.8:22
“As long as the earth endures, 
seedtime and harvest, 
cold and heat,
summer and winter, 
day and night 
will never cease.”

Thursday, March 27, 2025

Dear Lucy, Though We Miss You So

Deut.29:29 (the theme verse for Lucy's funeral message)
“The secret things belong to the LORD our God, 
but those things which are revealed belong to us 
and to our children forever, 
that we may do all the words of this law.

John 11:25-26
Jesus said to her, â€œI am the resurrection and the life. 
He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.
 26And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. 
Do you believe this?”

Today Lucy would have turned 56...
Mom, my sisters and sister-in-laws who were free to come
as well as one of her closest friends,
had a precious time sharing a potluck lunch around her table.
The absence of Lucy bustling about the kitchen making sure
everyone had more than enough to eat or drink
was keenly felt by all💔🙏

Thank-you everyone, for your loving messages and prayers!
They truly make all the difference.




Dear Lucy...
You've slipped beyond the realm of days
And though we miss you so
And our hearts still ache in ways
Only love can bestow
We do not want to question He
Who grants each breath we draw
But rather, trust His Sov'reignty
With humble, thankful awe

You've slipped beyond the realm of years
But left behind the part
We cherish with laughter and tears; 
A memory-filled heart
And though love's scenes are bittersweet
Because we miss you, dear
We thank God, as grief and joy meet
For hope's unfailing cheer

You've slipped beyond the realm of Time
And though we miss you so
Faith grants us visions of a clime
Where no tears ever flow
No fear or pain can enter where
Your Soul has been set free
To worship God in perfect prayer/beyond earth's care
For all eternity

You've slipped beyond our touch and sight
But death is not in vain
For Jesus conquered death with Life
We die to live again
So, though we mourn, what joy to know
That death is not the end
Dear Lucy, though we miss you so
Soon we will meet again

Janet💕


Ps. 103:15-19

As for man, his days are like grass—
he blooms like a flower of the field;
16when the wind passes over, it vanishes,
and its place remembers it no more.
17But from everlasting to everlasting
the loving devotion of the LORD
extends to those who fear Him,
and His righteousness to their children’s children—
18to those who keep His covenant
and remember to obey His precepts.
19The LORD has established His throne in heaven,
and His kingdom rules over all.






Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Farewell's Shadowlands



Oh, the undeterred momentum of moments no one can faze
It sparkles through our bearing to a world of yesterdays
It vexes rhyme-dazed poets and Duty's proprietors
As it hastens new morning through noon and dusk's gaping doors
Where, in the wake of choices that we make in its brief chase/grace
Remains the part that never stays yet no one can erase...

The above ditty was suddenly inspired from part of a 
conversation with Hubby this morning, who called
in the beginning/middle of the poem below,
begun after starting the fire, morning devotions
between putting supper in the crockpot,
filling empty bird feeders,
answering messages, texts and emails,
and other sundry domestic dues,
 while trying not to panic as
 I gaped at the clock that boldly declared
that the topic I began writing about
(daybreak's hello) in the waking hues of today
has long since ceased to be...
already part of farewell's shadowland!
but, in the afore mentioned conversation 
Hubby asked me if I ever think of everything
I could accomplish if I didn't write.
I guess none of us can see the hidden 'scale' within,
 where we weigh (hopefully) the eternal value of how we fill
fleeting moments!
Oh, how often I am torn between lyrical cadence
and domestic prudence 😔😅

...because what we do is so brief
yet so eternal!




Dawn, like an unplumbed well of ink
Unstoppers gold-gray, blue and pink
The tranquil tides of night soft-wane
Unveiling berths of mirth and pain
Beneath the tolling of a bell
Unfurling shadows of farewell

The halo of hello is brief
Harbinger of pleasure and grief
Like ripples of a pebble tossed
Dawn disappears; its advent lost
In hues and dues that rose then fell
To fuel shadows of farewell

How subtle spills life’s epitaph
A world where echoes weep and laugh
Composed from the momentous surge
Where daybreak and hello soon merge
Like melted mist, intangible
With long, deep shadows of farewell

Present, where past and future meet
Beckons reckonings, bittersweet
How careful-prayerful we should weigh
Think-ink, that fuels do-and-say
Soft spilling from our lips and hands
To dwell in farewell's shadowlands  

© Janet Martin





Ps. 121

I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.

3 He will not allow your foot to [a]be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord is your [b]keeper;
The Lord is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall [c]preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve[d] your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.

A Beautiful Life-Jim Reeves













Monday, March 24, 2025

In March...


I've been muddling away at this poem, 
originally begun to celebrate the first day of spring,
but life and love made this a slightly 
more drawn out inspiration/celebration
of moody March!

We've had a bit of everything weather can throw our way
on these first few days of spring!

Below, first day of spring



fourth day of spring...




(sorry for the 15-beat lines, a bit more awkward to find
a rhythm while reading it, but sometimes no matter how I try to change it
a poem has a will/spill of its own!)

A medley of photos that helped inspire some of the lines...









In March cocky robins return, dressing lips and souls in smiles
In the sky a yellow lantern mellows weather-beaten isles
In the dell the brook is swirling, overflowing matted bonds
Every south-faced nook uncurling spring’s first frilly, chilly fronds

Hark! within the heart of farmers hymns of hope begin to hail
Ho, the Zephyr is a charmer flirting with quick-tempered gale
While on lawns with burlap patches brittle Leaf turns somersaults
Winter yawns, then sharply catches his breath; snowflakes whirl and waltz

In March, woodlands draw attraction as temperatures start to climb
Sugar shacks bustle with action like a mall at Christmas time
Where visions of maple syrup on pancakes lure young and old
Winter-worn hearts start to cheer up as tongues lap up maple-gold

Laundry-lines, long stiffly laden, lilt with linen acrobats
Afternoon is like a maiden with arms full of purring cats
Outdoor chairs, bereft of power start to beckon books and tea
Where the air is like a bower hosting birdsong symphony


as a surge of holy hunger for the smell and feel of earth
Makes the gardener feel younger in worlds on the verge of birth
Plots are vicariously planted at the first sun-tickled breeze
Thoughts are eagerly enchanted with flowery fantasies

In March, iron-colored coppice blushes as bud-bands are loosed
The crow raises raucous praises as he coasts from roost to roost
The sky is a blue decanter pouring sunbeams, warm and sweet
Whilst the ire of Old Man Winter rallies troops bound for defeat

In March, delight is smitten, oft, with refurbished fortitude
One day the wind is kitten-soft, the next, a brute, gruff and rude
But, in March joy is undeterred, whatever forecasts may bring
Because in March the calendar carries winter into spring

© Janet Martin

For lo, the winter is past, 
The rain (snow?) is over and gone.
Song of Solomon. 2:11
(maybe not quite over and gone in Ontario, but soon!)

Friday, March 21, 2025

Unparalleled Relinquishment

In the course of my prayer this morning,
 what-ifs suddenly tried to force their way in,
seeking to overthrow trust with doubt, faith with fear!
Lord, you know all!
My parents, my husband and my children are in Thy faithful care!
'what a privilege to carry everything to You in prayer'

What unparalleled relinquishment,
what peace,
 to release to God
 full control!

...and then, this is today's devotion!
Thank-you Lord



Help me Lord, where unknowns tarry, to trust Your unfailing hand
Though your way is oft contrary to the purposes I planned

Help me not to dread tomorrow or to fret its mystery 
Keep me from stooping to borrow sorrows that may never be

In life's course of love and learning, testing courts of heart and soul
Help me to release my yearning to the peace of Your control 

Janet Martin


A morning sky like this makes me think of this hymn...




Lyrics by Harriet Beecher Stowe

1 Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness I am with Thee.

2 Alone with Thee amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

3 Still, still with Thee! as to each newborn morning
A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,
So does this blessed consciousness, awaking,
Breathe each day nearness unto Thee and heaven.

4 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading,
But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there.

5 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,
When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee;
O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.


Amen.