Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Momentous Missionfield


Sharing a few recent moments of kindness today,
either as a witness or recipient.
On the day before Christmas I popped in at a neighbour,
to find his children nursing a rooster back to health in their kitchen
after he missed the coop one frigid night
and suffered frost-bite!
He was enjoying a breakfast of blueberries,
(eaten as soon as they landed) and cheerios!


A text from a friend...


A gift from a friend...


Eggs dropped off from Lucy's husband
(keeping her egg-gifting tradition alive!)



just to name a few as well as many thoughtful texts and cards
over the Christmas Season...

Thank-you💓🙏

Kindness is not a rare opportunity
to make a grand or glamorous gesture of generosity.
Rather, kindness grants countless and daily invitations
to love our neighbours as ourselves! 

Whether literally or figuratively, let's give someone a boost today! 🙏💝



Not always in some foreign place
Do mission fields implore
No! often mercy states its case
Outside our very door

Therefore to whom it may concern
Regarding love's reply
We ought to resolve not to turn
A deaf ear or blind eye

And though we cannot all help all
We all can help someone
For no kindness is ever small
The moment it is done

~Janet Martin

John 13:34-35
A new commandment I give you: 
Love one another.
 As I have loved you, so you also must love one another.
  By this everyone will know that you are My disciples,
 if you love one another.”

Romans 15:1-2
We who are strong ought to bear with the shortcomings of the weak
 and not to please ourselves. 
Each of us should please his neighbor for his good, to build him up.


1 John 3:16-18
By this we know what love is: 
Jesus laid down His life for us, 
and we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers. 
 If anyone with earthly possessions sees his brother in need,
 but withholds his compassion from him, 
how can the love of God abide in him? 
Little children, let us love not in word and speech, 
but in action and truth.

Philippians 2:3-4
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or empty pride, 
but in humility consider others more important than yourselves. 
 Each of you should look not only to your own interests, 
but also to the interests of others.

Monday, January 6, 2025

Only For Today...

 

Phil.4:4-7
Rejoice in the Lord always.
 I will say it again: Rejoice! 
5Let your gentleness be evident to all.
 The Lord is near.
 6Do not be anxious about anything, 
but in every situation,
 by prayer and petition, 
with thanksgiving, 
present your requests to God. 
7And the peace of God, 
which transcends all understanding, 
will guard your hearts and your minds
 in Christ Jesus.

A little doodle to begin a new week of looking up...
(Disclaimer: I have never pretended to be an accomplished artist 😅😂)




Not for tomorrow’s load of care
But only for today
I lift to Thee a simple prayer
To be my Strength and Stay

Not for tomorrow’s want and need
Do I pour out my heart
But only for today I plead
‘Lord, help me do my part’

Not for tomorrow’s battle-cry
Nor morrow’s misery
But only for today, supply
Mercy’s kind courtesy

Not for tomorrow’s come-what-may
Do I beseech Thy grace
Dear Lord, but only for today
Be sorrow’s resting place

Lord, list'ner of love's humble prayer
In Jesus’ name I pray
Fit me, not for tomorrow’s care
But only for today

And, should courage and confidence
Falter, Lord, help me hear
Your whisper, like a thousand winds  
'Fear not, for I am near'

© Janet Martin



A song for your wondering pleasure!







Sunday, January 5, 2025

Sweet and Sacred Solace

Have you confessed before God
that you are a sinner in need of a Saviour?
Have you, by faith received redemption's gift,
salvation for your soul?
Have you experienced the joy and peace 
that only God's full forgiveness brings?
Do you have the assurance, when death comes
That Jesus' death and resurrection
conquered the grave?!
If so, have we not the best reason to rejoice
all the days of our life,
with reverent adoration
for the sweet and sacred solace of
God's abiding Presence, no matter what befalls?!





God is a Redeemer.
When we fall, He cares
Untangling the Dreamer
From besetting snares


God is love. He listens
When we weep He hears
Reaching down from heaven
To gather our tears


God is good and righteous
When faith is deterred
He thrills to delight us
With His faithful word


God is kind and gracious
When we stumble then
Rather than condemn us
He says 'try again'


God is rich in mercy's
Staggering supply
Bidding, but not forcing
How we will reply

© Janet Martin


1 Peter 1:18-19
For you know that it was not with perishable things
 such as silver or gold
 that you were redeemed from the empty way of life 
you inherited from your forefathers, 
/ but with the precious blood of Christ, 
a lamb without blemish or spot.

Ephesians 1:7
In Him we have redemption through His blood,
 the forgiveness of our trespasses,
 according to the riches of His grace

Titus 2:14
He gave Himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness
 and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession,
 zealous for good deeds.


Galatians 3:13
Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law
 by becoming a curse for us. 
For it is written:
 “Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree.”






Saturday, January 4, 2025

Till Death Doth Part Is Not Word-art...

Mark 10:7-9
 7‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother
 and be united to his wife,
c 8and the two will become one flesh.’d 
So they are no longer two, but one flesh.
9Therefore what God has joined together, 
let man not separate.”

For all who are married
 or thinking of marriage,
or thinking of ending a marriage,
something to consider/ponder...


What God has joined 💕💗
He will sustain
through ups and downs of love
'as long as both shall live' remain
He will His witness prove...

No, not our anniversary,
no, no wedding today
Just pondering the inescapable,
exhaustless common ground
 of love

Before any marriage fails
a friendship fails first.
May this year be filled with
refreshed and restored friendships!! 
🙏🙏🙏

God will not fail
all who humbly and sincerely
ask Him for help and wisdom.




Till death doth part is not word-art by signatures undone
Love's solemn vow does not somehow recant as time goes by
These words 'I do' are woven through God's hands; two become one
A covenanted knot, God-wrought, only death can untie 

Husband and Wife are thus, for life; marriage, a Mystery
Where what was two with this 'I do' is transformed into one 
And no rebate can separate the sacred filigree
As vows of love are sealed above, only by death undone 

For better-worse is not a curse but a glimpse of God's heart
To have and hold while dreams unfold much to learn and forgive
 And keep the vow no matter how many urge 'one' to part 
Airing 'just cause' as if this was mankind's prerogative 

We are not God; and too oft awed by what is not Enough
Like pride of life, or selfish strife or trusting mortal ken 
God's word is true; He helps us through the thick and thin of love
Till death doth part is not word art, but God with us. Amen 

© Janet Martin

Chariots of Fire

Ps.139:1-6

O LORD, You have searched me

and known me.

2You know when I sit and when I rise;

You understand my thoughts from afar.

3You search out my path and my lying down;

You are aware of all my ways.

4Even before a word is on my tongue,

You know all about it, O LORD.

5You hem me in behind and before;

You have laid Your hand upon me.

6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain.


Daylight rolled across the earth
like chariots of fire...






... before clouds obliterated the gold with gray


...but, gold or gray, the Giver of Today is The Same; good!

(Click linked lines for scripture passages)

How much more difficult appears the day
How darker with despair looms the unknown
How readily fresh courage slips away
When we forget that we are not alone

When we forget God's precious promises
But send an Advocate to be your friend

And to the Higher Rock my goodness girds

I am the Lord; the God of all mankind

...too lofty to attain with mortal ken
Dear child of mine, let not dread's thought conspire
As I am with you now, I will be then

© Janet Martin


 Eric Liddell's story inspired the epic piece of music Chariots of Fire!


 

We, followers of God, are all in a race, not so dissimilar to Eric Liddell's;
called to stand for convictions founded in the Word of God,
no matter what the cost.

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Dear Mariner of Time...

Happy, happy New Year!

As I was working on today's poem I replied to a Facebook comment
on the previous post...I am Thinking of you, my dear Lucy
And shared with my friend a half-awake-half-asleep dream.
The ambience of that 'dream' helped inspire today's poem!
By this 'dream' I was reminded afresh; 
God has inconceivable joys forevermore in store
for all who believe in Him, when we reach Yonder Shore!

In my 'dream' I suddenly had a 'picture/vision' of God smiling and whispering 
'if you could only imagine the joys I have in store for followers of Me!!'
 and I had this sense of blinding white-gold glory 
and absolute comfort and peace. 
Hard to describe. 
But it has cheered me immensely.

The Race of Faith
Heb.12:1-2
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, 
let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, 
and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,
 2looking unto Jesus, the [a]author and [b]finisher of our faith, 
who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, 
despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.




So now into another year we sail...
Dear Mariner of Time, dread not the gale
For hope, through Jesus Christ, anchors the soul
And faith in Him assures us of the Goal

Without a doubt storms wait with shrieking blast
Without a doubt death's shadow will be cast
Without a doubt the sun also will shine
To warm and cheer us, Mariners of Time

The Voyage from the cradle to the grave
Is one each Mariner of Time must brave
Where Telescope of Sight and Logic strains
But cannot see what only faith attains 

Into another year we sail, ahoy
And wonder what will come, of grief and joy
Dear Mariner of Time, dread not the course
No fate can take vessels of faith by force 

The Captain of faith's fleet will never fail
And though He tests the rigging with the gale
Dear Mariner of Time, each Tempest Sore
Sweetens and keens faith's fervour for the Shore 

© Janet Martin






Tuesday, December 31, 2024

I Am Thinking of You, My Dear Lucy


Sister Mine...a treasure gifted to me from my youngest sister



There are no celebrations planned with others tonight
because many of 'us' that had planned to get together 
are under the weather, either with flu-bug or cold bug.
Mine was fever, achy bone but has turned into a cold.
Tonight I am reflecting on many a conversation Lucy and I had
on how we shared a sense of foreboding on New Year's Eve 
about who would not be here 'next year'.
Aren't you glad we don't know what lies in store
and aren't you thankful God is a faithful comforter if we lean on Him?!

(Below, glimpse of a card my oldest sister gave me on Saturday)


***

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy
Passed beyond fond pleasure of sight
Where oft on the stroke of the New Year
Our eyes and our hearts would unite
In kindred and soulful reflection
As wondering what waits to be
Would meld minds in mutual connection
Of life's vulnerability

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy
In the land where no  hours chime 
Where no sickness, pain or grief enters
Free from bonds and bearings of Time
How things we once dreaded, yet treasured
That come with accruing of age
Are gone for you, no longer measured
By sight's oh-so-fallible gauge

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy
How I miss our chatter and fuss
A blending and clashing arrangement
Composing the music of 'us'
And though many comfort and bless me
(For their kind hearts are broken too)
I can't help but fill a bit empty
This New Year's Eve, without you

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy
And cherish like never before
The dances we shared as life's music
Played a most precious repertoire 
Of highs and lows, flying and falling
While honing quadrilles in my heart
Till it seems I can hear you soft-calling 
'Forever, yet never apart'


© Janet Martin




There Will Be Roses...( Contemplating a New Year Poem)

Farewell, old year!
What a volume to retire
And place on a shelf in the heart
(Though not without tears for the tears it holds)
Hope Immortal cheers us onward
Newness, eager to inspire
Bids us close gently 
The Book of
 Has Been.
And 
ready faith to receive
A volume, fresh and clean.
Tonight, I will reach out my hand 
and take it,  not with trembling dread and fear
But with trust because the Giver (and Taker)
Is the Lord, and He is always near...


Ps.145:18
The LORD is near to all who call on him,
 to all who call on him in truth.

Psalm 34:18
The LORD is near to the brokenhearted;
 He saves the contrite in spirit.

Isaiah 55:6
Seek the LORD while He may be found; 
call on Him while He is near.

A Short Reflection First...
(before loosening the poetic rein and
Tossing restraint to the wind)

Quite Enough

What was, is yester-love
What waits, no one can tell
What is, my dear, is quite enough
With which to live life well

What was wafts beyond reach
What waits to be, who knows?
Today grants quite enough to teach
And keep love on its toes

What was, fills Bygone's trove
What waits, no one can see
Today is quite enough, my love
To make a memory

What was, is like spilled ink
What waits, no wish can bind 
What is, is quite enough, I think 
To keep us humbly kind  

Janet Martin




There will be roses to tickle our noses
To soothe the mean sting of love’s thorn
There will be beauty to cheer common duty
Served on a buffet of new morn
Purply-whispered and silvery-glistered
Dells filled with forget-me-not
Moments that thunder with worship-wild wonder
And moments oft lived and forgot

There will be gladness to counter grief’s sadness
Cheering love’s tear-weary wake
There will be sorrows still veiled by tomorrows
Still cradled in hope’s holy ache
There will be flowers and summer-dusk showers
Fine pleasures, like spring’s chuckling brooks
Maple-sweet toffee and cups of fresh coffee
Bird-song, a new ‘favorite book’

There will be kindness and self-centered blindness
Strolls through green, rolling countryside
Precious occasion for sweet celebration
Proud groom and young bride, starry-eyed
Humble submission to dream’s un-fruition
Hairpin sharp, hard-left learning curves
Begging for pardon and tea in the garden
*And Housewife-meets-mouse frazzled nerves

There will be mending of fences and tending
To tasks only noted when missed
Plan-rearranging, and hearts that need changing
Sweet babies-dear, cuddled and kissed
Back-breaking labour and helping our neighbor
Then soaking spent bones in warm suds
Prayer-bent desires and crackling campfires
Marshmallow-s’mores, famine and floods

Lunches with sisters, and blind-dates as Misters
And Misses-es search for soulmates
There will be singing and earth’s belfries ringing
With music only God creates
There will be bruises and ‘emptied oil cruses’
Trust-lessons in the face of need
There will be trouble aboard time’s brief bubble
To test and grow faith’s mustard seed

There will be struggle and pink honeysuckle
Peaches, pears, apples and plums
Twilight’s chin dripping with End of Day slipping
To Past’s un-trespass-able sums
Joyful surprises and coral sunrises
Puppies, both naughty and nice
Farmers that whistle till good humours bristle
At some revised, sky-high jacked price

There will be much care pioneering much prayer
‘Our Father who art in heaven’
Then, there will be peace as we learn to release
The onus of the petition
There will be dead ends, far and near old, new friends
And endless opportunity
And holiest holes in the silk of our souls
By much-missed loved one's memory

There will be fumbles, unflattering stumbles (ugh)
Thanksgiving-humbled supplicants
For no one is able to set repast's table
Without what God’s goodness first grants
There will be winners and warmed over dinners
Because someone had to work late
There will be faux pas and awed hallelujahs
And hot temper fueled debate

There will be bills, and *hearty laughter that spills
Life’s very best of medicine
Many a reason to treasure each season
No matter what season we’re in
There will be losses, and triumphs and crosses
Of ineffable tragedies
Echoes soft-haunting a future found wanting
There will be cricket-symphonies

While mommies and daddies, grampies and grammies
Need wisdom God's word will give
To guide explaining while sacredly training
A child in the way he should live
Midst messes and muddles and big shiny puddles
Luring little feet to its thrills
There will be stories of hardship and glories
All hinged upon ‘if the Lord wills’

© Janet Martin

** the starred lines unfolded during the
composing of this poem...

The first one needs no explanation; 'mouse' says it all!
The second was inspired by my mother who called while I was gathering
 this poem and she said something rather cute that struck my funny bone
and when she realized I was wheezing with laughter she started laughing too
and we both laughed till we cried,
And we agreed; Laughter is truly the best medicine.

James 4:15
Instead, you ought to say,
 “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live 
and do this or that.”

(lyrics below)




Step by step, take my hand and lead me, My Guide, my Light. (German) So nimm denn meine Hände und führe mich Bis an mein selig Ende und ewiglich! Ich kann allein nicht gehen, nicht einen Schritt; Wo Du wirst gehn und stehen, da nimm mich mit. O take my hand and lead me, my Guide, my Light, My path is rough and narrow in life's dark night. Your hand will safely hold me through night and day, You are my true companion, O with me stay. You cover me with mercy and cleanse my heart, Your goodness fills my being in every part. And with Your hand to guide me I'm not alone. Your presence lights my pathway until I'm at Home. As step by step we travel to reach the goal, Our songs of faith will echo and feed my soul. So take my hand and lead me until I see The heav'n where You receive me eternally.