Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Daily Gift (already in full swing)

By the time we swing our legs over the side of the bed 
to go from horizontal to vertical, 
before our toes touch the floor
we have already been presented with opportunity
to turn our heart/mind earthward or heavenward!

Last night before I went to bed I told Victoria 
I really should write a timetable for today, 
so I don't waste a minute of trying to complete 
a whole bunch of odds-and-ends tasks such as...

wash out and tidy the fridge and freezing compartment

stack wood so we can get more on Saturday,
organize pantry again (sometimes I wonder if somewhere the pantry has a sign;
 if you don't know what to do with it pitch it in here) 

tidy fruit cellar because last week I hauled a shelf out of it
when I was fall-cleaning the livingroom that I decided 
would be the perfect size for the back wall and the first
step/shelf toward the dream of creating a little book-nook!
now, what to do with everything that was on it before...
(I know how to make a lot of extra work for myself😛)

All this to say, this morning... 
I woke up with a rip-roaring headache and nausea 
so I went back to bed, woke up at 10:30 (thankfully childcare is Thursday and Friday this week)
and feel much better! now I am having a coffee and pretending it's six in the morning
instead of eleven, oops noon!
(lots of pause-and-serve opportunities already!)

Each day is like a gift laden with opportunity
No matter what our circumstance or vocation may be
It tests our best intention with basic matters of fact
Where it is up to us to decide how we will react

The vantage-points from agendas we cannot set in stone
Are always at the mercy of a hand over our own
It moves through plans like a toddler through sibling’s well-laid blocks
And doesn’t mind a mite about the steady pace of clocks

Each day presents a heap of ways to think, then say and do
To learn to bend, not break, with God’s kind grace to help us through
It challenges our patience, tests our words and tries our trust
And offers endless opportunities to readjust

No day, try as hard as we may, is ever quite bespoke
My, my how swift its gift soon drifts like curlicues of smoke
While we are wrangling into practice the fine filigree
Of learning how to make the most of opportunity

© Janet Martin

Gal. 6:10
Therefore, as we have opportunity, 
let us do good to all people, 
especially to those who belong to the family of believers.


Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Mission Manifesto


Lord, let the Certainty of what we know
guide us through all we do not!

We stand so small beneath the tall outpouring of the sky 
Ah, what is man that God, who spreads yon span knows you and I 
And loves us still, and bids us trust in His unfailing care 
While round about the world seems bound with doubt, hate and despair 

In kind humility to bind the wounds of our foe 
For if we simply love our own, we mimic pagan spec 
Ah, who can stay afloat with hate’s millstone tied round the neck 

And who are we, if God loves us that He should spare the rod 
Lest by omission we perceive his blessing on our pride 

His sinless Son to suffer unto death our souls to save 
Because His love will be enough to supply our need 

Lord, grant us wisdom through your Word to see through evil’s lies 
Lead us not into temptation; deliver us from vice 
And thought’s unrighteousness into love’s law of sacrifice 

© Janet Martin 

Psalm 8

Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory
in the heavens.
2 Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.
3 When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?[c]

5 You have made them[d] a little lower than the angels[e]
and crowned them[f] with glory and honor.
6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
you put everything under their[g] feet:
7 all flocks and herds,
and the animals of the wild,
8 the birds in the sky,
and the fish in the sea,
all that swim the paths of the seas.

9 Lord, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Monday, November 23, 2020

Does His Name, the Name of Jesus...

It's not too early, is it...
to turn our eyes toward Bethlehem?

Behold Him (Official Lyric Video) - Paul Baloche ft. Kim Walker-Smith


Immanuel (From The Squalor of a Borrowed Stable)

Does His name, the name of Jesus stir a love song in Thy soul 
Does He melt the mountain-shadows from landscapes beyond control 
Does He thrill and fill with wonder the eternal child within 
Does He satisfy heart-hunger when we fix our gaze on Him? 

Does His Name, the name of Jesus calm the waves of doubt and fear 
Do You feel Him right beside you in the trench of Now and Here 
When the darkness starts to thicken and threatens to snuff hope’s flame 
Tell me then, does your pulse quicken at the mention of his Name 

Does His name, the name of Jesus draw you back to Bethlehem 
Have you peered into the manger like the shepherds way back when 
Have you followed with the masses through the streets, or climbed a tree 
Have you knelt and wept with sorrow at the cross of Calvary? 

Does His name, the name of Jesus take you to an empty tomb 
Where a Rock would never deter or detain Heaven’s Bridegroom 
Does His name, the name of Jesus as trouble and strife increase 
Fill thy vessel in the tempest with an everlasting peace 

© Janet Martin 

Mayah Strofflah All (translated We All Struggle...)

The song below I could understand some of the words but not all;
I think the German words might be low German
but the song is good for a chuckle!

...and below, a few I do understand😆

btw, I had Latwarickbrot for breakfast! (apple-buttered bread😅)

Ruben's James (an English song)

my personal fav by John Schmid is the link below

Now a poem in my my 'mother-tongue/mudda tsoong...

click Pennsylvania Dutch label below for previous posts in PD
(spelling by ear only😄)

Mayah strofflah oll mitt du Auld Shvatz 
Ach ya, ma fallah awl feel kotz 
Mayah hen awl schvacheit an shoolt 
Un felleitah all ebmulz getuldt 

Maya brouccha all de leiblich Gott 
Sis neemond es ken Gebrach hott 
Mahay sin all feil druvel-fulade 
Oony Gott, du letz vage gudrade 

Feelsht du fullusah un fudrade 
Saug mich, von husht doo lecht gubade? 
Bisht du uft gonz fulade un baung? 
Von husht du letcht gubade…un vee laung? 

Dee veld is uft net friendlich, nay 
So leibe un leibe un leibe noch mae 
Vile mayah strofflah oll mitt du auld Shvatz 
Un fallah uft un blenty kotz 

© Janet Martin 

(loosely, best as I could, translation) 

We all struggle with Old Black (aka devil) 
Oh yes, we all often fall short 
We all have weakness and blame/fault/guilt 
And all sometimes lose patience 

We all need loving God 
There is no one who has no need 
We are all trouble-burdened 
Without God, turned the wrong way 

Do you feel lonely and grumpy? 
Tell me, when have you last prayed? 
Are you often depressed and afraid? 
When have you last prayed…and for how long? 

This world is often not friendly, no 
So love and love and love some more 
Because we all struggle with Old Black 
And all fall often and plenty short
Janet Martin

May Love Be...

“A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon 
without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.”

I 'borrowed' this quote from my friend Cyndy's blog!
Have you benefited from her GORGEOUS Montana-pics 

I've noticed something after years of living...
loving/humble people have a greater sense of humour.
So may humility/love be our greatest quest
not only for the sake of happiness of others
but as we love, we ourselves become best-blessed beneficiaries!
Joy and peace are by-products of love!

Due to the misfortune of misunderstanding 
Victoria and I were quarantined for eight days...
thankfully we were healthy and happy 
and did a whole LOT of fall-cleaning
in places suffering a whole lot of neglect.
And to top it off my sister Lucy
 sent of box of 'love'  to spoil us!

all the above, plus spinach and cheese which turned into next day's lunch!
(Sisters know things about sisters that others may not like
she knows how much I LOVE spinach and cheese😍)

May love be the sweet instilling in the fulfilling of tasks 
May it make us more than willing to do more than duty asks 
May it be the flawless fuel in the battles that we brave 
Where sly adversaries duel with satisfactions we crave 

May we model, just like Jesus, compassion for fellowman 
Spread the glad tidings of Christmas all year through to all we can 
May love be a wordless witness in a walk worthy of Christ 

May love, without reservation, be the fortune that we seek 
May we shun discrimination and the pride that makes us weak 
May we look with humble honor to the author of our hope 
As we cherish one another so that everyone can cope 

May love be the flame that kindles what refills our cups of joy 
When goodwill or patience dwindles, may love its forces deploy 
Transforming the ‘ordinary’ into honor’s role renewed 
May love be mercy’s outpouring that fills us with gratitude 

© Janet Martin 

and last but not least,
a LONG sentence of thanks for the love of fellow-believers😇

We give thanks to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
praying always for you, 
since we heard of your faith in Christ Jesus 
and the love which you have for all the saints; 
because of the hope laid up for you in heaven, 
of which you previously heard in the word of truth, the gospel 
which has come to you, just as in all the world also it is constantly bearing fruit 
and increasing, even as it has been doing in you also 
since the day you heard of it and understood the grace of God in truth; 
just as you learned it from Epaphras, our beloved fellow bond-servant, 
who is a faithful servant of Christ on our behalf, 
and he also informed us of your love in the Spirit.

Sunday, November 22, 2020

From Time's Tailor...

November's late-day hues are hard to top!
When Victoria and I saw these colours unfolding
yesterday afternoon
we dropped what we were doing to drench ourselves in
November's Masterpiece

Last leaves vacate the lofty limb 
Branches like black embroidery 
Are etched upon dusk’s flaming scrim 
Of pink fading to ebony 
Where autumn’s awesome oriflamme 
Dwindles until it is no more 
Save flecks upon the sprawling calm 
Of November’s stark corridor 

November’s barren beauty sparks 
A reverential spectacle 
Thought, like a wanderer embarks 
On excursions, ephemeral 
Thankfulness is joy’s saving grace 
As seasons skim and sweep and glance 
Through have-and-hold’s futile embrace 
Leaving only echo-Rembrandts 

The undertow of season-strains 
No mortal means can overthrow 
The One who is supreme sustains 
The framework of Soul-sacred throe 
Nature showcases Deity 
His flawless handiwork imbues
November with Tranquility 
Captured in brooding, burnished hues

Earth nestles 'neath November's arch
Lowering trestles dark with snow
Thought wrestles with the steady march
Of moments as they come and go
Where sum of Season's aftermath
Is more than fabric tossed afar
God cuts the pattern of time's path
And grafts it to Right Where We Are

© Janet Martin 



Saturday, November 21, 2020

To We Who Walk By Faith

I am pondering my way through Paul's letters to the early church
still ever-relevant and ever as exhorting/encouraging to the church of today!

For we walk by faith, not by sight.
2 Cor.5:7

By Faith - Keith & Kristyn Getty

Faith floods our darkest days with light
No matter how dark visage seems
Though, to walk by faith, not by sight
Conflicts with human nature’s schemes

The Evidence of things to come
Makes scorners spit in Mercy’s face
Pity the pittance of the sum
Of life without God’s saving grace

He loves us, wretched as we are
And flawed beyond excuse’s blame
Nobody is a super-star
On the merit of mortal claim

He sent his Son to seal the deal
That long before, prophets foretold
Faith exceeds sight or how we feel
Hope's firm, immovable foothold

Faith sets its mind on Prize Obscure
While sands of time flow undeterred
Through constant change, Faith stands secure
And trusts in Love’s enduring word

Faith is the substance we embrace
Without evidence of its seal
The substance of hope none can trace
With fingers to prove it is real

Each jot and tittle of God’s Word
Will be fulfilled before Full Proof
  Appears to confirm what we heard
And faith upheld; Abiding Truth

© Janet Martin

Psalm 9:9-10
The Lord also will be a refuge[c] for the oppressed,
A refuge in times of trouble.
10And those who know Your name will put their trust in You;
For You, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.

Read the whole glorious Psalm here

Reason Enough


What a tragedy to have enough religion 
to believe in the existence of God but,
not familiar with His word,
  His precious, enduring promises,
 have nothing to cling to in troubled and uncertain times 
to ground, guide, caution, comfort and cheer.

The wellspring of God’s goodness brims 
With Reason Enough to sing praise 
For Hope transcends all mortal things 
Which fuel sorrow’s troubled days 

What love approved Salvation’s rod 
So that the righteousness of God 
Becomes the righteousness of man 

The promises of God endure 
This, Reason Enough to press on 
None else can annul or secure 
The pardon purchased through God’s Son 

Then, though the bold world make-believes 
That it can reason all things well 
Beware, for arrogance deceives 
Unbelief achieves only hell 

Therefore, gird up thy loins of thought 
Be sober, and hope to the end 
In the salvation Jesus wrought 
Yet to reveal in full, my friend 

Oh, think upon His wondrous grace 
As we, hope’s advocates behold 
The grim fulfillment taking place 
That ancient prophecy foretold 

And let hope be Reason Enough 
To shout for joy and trust always 
In the wellspring where Perfect love 
Grants Reason Enough to sing praise 

…where but two destinies exist 
Heaven or hell, without a doubt 
And Death is but the catalyst 
To Who this life is all about 

© Janet Martin

1 Peter 1:13-21
Therefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and rest your hope fully upon the grace
that is to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ; 
as obedient children, not conforming yourselves to the former lusts, as in your ignorance; 
but as He who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, 
because it is written, “Be holy, for I am holy.”
And if you call on the Father, who without partiality judges according to each one’s work, 
conduct yourselves throughout the time of your [f]stay here in fear; 
knowing that you were not redeemed with [g]corruptible things, like silver or gold, 
from your aimless conduct received by tradition from your fathers, 
but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot. 
He indeed was foreordained before the foundation of the world, 
but was [h]manifest in these last times for you who through Him believe in God, 
who raised Him from the dead and gave Him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God.