Monday, September 28, 2026

Don't Judge The 'Book' By Its Cover

I like old things;
old values,
old dishes,
old quilts,
old people
and especially
old books!




Do you (above a certain age), sometimes feel like an old book; 
full of wonderful, wisdom-filled stories that the next generation
rushes past, more prone to choosing books with shinier covers,
until they grow older enough to appreciate the value of old things?? 

Though the cover of the 'book' may weather
The font on the pages within
Is still as earnest as ever
In spite of Time's proof on its skin

....so don't judge the book by its cover
Then carelessly toss it aside
The student, the poet, the lover
Are still very much alive

...and though it may lack in its bearing
The vigour/rigour of youthful appeal
The depth, earned by life's wear-and-tearing
No current Best-seller can steal

...so don't judge the book by its cover
Or disregard yesterday's dreams
The heart of its art is not over
However outdated she it seems

The ink of live-and-learning's mission
Though timeworn the cover appears
Relates to the human condition
 With love's timeless laughter and tears

Then, though the book looks sadly tattered
And lacks the smooth cover of youth
The things that have always most mattered
Abide; faith, hope, love and truth

Janet Martin

Last night at church a dear 88 year old woman,
just returned from 60 years as a missionary in Puerto Rico,
shared some of her experiences....rich with joys and sorrows
and, she reminded, still learning!! 

I like old flowers too, like zinnias!


The chapter below tells of the priceless value
of the oldest 'thing' on earth; older than time.

Prov.8 v.22
Does not wisdom call out,
and understanding raise her voice?
2On the heights overlooking the road,
at the crossroads she takes her stand.
3Beside the gates to the city,
at the entrances she cries out:

4“To you, O men, I call out,
and my cry is to the sons of men.
5O simple ones, learn to be shrewd;
O fools, gain understanding.
6Listen, for I speak of noble things,
and the opening of my lips will reveal right.

7For my mouth will speak the truth,
and wickedness is detestable to my lips.
8All the words of my mouth are righteous;
none are crooked or perverse.
9They are all plain to the discerning,
and upright to those who find knowledge.
10Receive my instruction instead of silver,
and knowledge rather than pure gold.
11For wisdom is more precious than rubies,
and nothing you desire compares with her.

12I, wisdom, dwell together with prudence,
and I find knowledge and discretion.
13To fear the LORD is to hate evil;
I hate arrogant pride, evil conduct, and perverse speech.
14Counsel and sound judgment are mine;
I have insight and strength.
15By me kings reign,
and rulers enact just laws;
16By me princes rule,
and all nobles who govern justly.

17I love those who love me,
and those who seek me early shall find me.
18With me are riches and honor,
enduring wealth and righteousness.
19My fruit is better than gold, pure gold,
and my harvest surpasses choice silver.
20I walk in the way of righteousness,
along the paths of justice,
21bestowing wealth on those who love me
and making their treasuries full.

22The LORD created me as His first course,
before His works of old.
23From everlasting I was established,
from the beginning, before the earth began.
24When there were no watery depths, I was brought forth,
when no springs were overflowing with water.
25Before the mountains were settled,
before the hills, I was brought forth,
26before He made the land or fields,
or any of the dust of the earth.

27I was there when He established the heavens,
when He inscribed a circle on the face of the deep,
28when He established the clouds above,
when the fountains of the deep gushed forth,
29when He set a boundary for the sea,
so that the waters would not surpass His command,
when He marked out the foundations of the earth.
30Then I was a skilled craftsman at His side,
and His delight day by day,
rejoicing always in His presence.
31I was rejoicing in His whole world,
delighting together in the sons of men.

32Now therefore, my sons, listen to me,
for blessed are those who keep my ways.
33Listen to instruction and be wise;
do not ignore it.
34Blessed is the man who listens to me,
watching daily at my doors,
waiting at the posts of my doorway.
35For whoever finds me finds life
and obtains the favor of the LORD.
36But he who fails to find me harms himself;
all who hate me love death.”

Sunday, September 27, 2026

A Bitty Worship Ditty



 
We adore You
Faithful Father
Full Forgiver,
Saviour, Friend

Awesome Author
of Salvation
Love, no thought
can comprehend

Giver, Taker
Hallelujah,
Holy, humble
Perfect Will

Though we stumble,
Kind Creator
Faithful Father
Loves us still

Janet Martin





Saturday, September 26, 2026

Will We Walk By?



Isa.40:11
(Read the whole AWESOME chapter HERE)

He tends his flock like a shepherd: 
He gathers the lambs in his arms 
and carries them close to his heart;
 he gently leads those that have young.

Canning season allows time for longer listening!
Yesterday I listened to the phenomenal, timeless message shared below.

No matter where in our faith journey we are,
or perhaps not yet begun,
there is hope through the Good Shepherd, for one and all!

(side note; the tomato mountain is shrinking!)
this is what remains this morning...


starting from this (plus some not shown!) on Monday.
The week of full sunshine ripened them far faster than I expected! So thankful.


To say the least, its been an absolute thrill to gather
an abundant harvest in!
It makes the heart glad but pales in comparison
to the gladness of the Shepherd's heart
as His flock is gathered in.



Like a parched land,
Like a stream, dry
Like a lost lamb
Are you and I
No viand for
The starving soul
Without God's store
To make us whole

Like a Shepherd
God tends His flock
His kind love stirred
Beyond all thought
He gathers lambs
 Into His arms
And carries them
 Close to his heart

The ninety-nine
Within the fold
He leaves to find
One in the cold
His love, no thought
Can comprehend
Its glimpse a cross
With life-Blood stained 

Have you not known?
Have you not heard?
His urgent groan
His Living Word?
Abundance waits
In rich supply
At the Fold's gates
Will we walk by?

Janet Martin





Friday, September 25, 2026

On Finding The Best of The Best

It is not hard to praise God for blessings we can see with our eyes;
the beauty of the earth and sky, 
the bounty of harvest,
mortal need supplied,
the beautiful child...








(and to think I sometimes dare to doubt or question 
the Designer and Creator of flowers!
 one example among ten-thousand-thousand wonders!!)


God knows the heart; its wilderness and its wellspring!
Its throne and its Lord/lord.
He sees the authenticity or lack of
Thankfulness!

Sometimes His Best is not grasped at first glance...

Not all of life's best is laughter
Nor sunshine, when elements smile
Not all joy waits for gladness after
The sorrow we suffered a while

World-wealth is not life's best treasure
Nor beauty, but feast for the eye
To discover life's fullest pleasure
No measure of money can buy

Not all knowledge sires wise students
Experience-worth laid to waste
Where lack of humility's prudence
Cannot see beyond touch and taste

Life's best is a timely word spoken
To comfort, or caution where sight
Cannot show how God holds hearts, broken
Or ministers songs in the night

The world, for all it has to offer
Cannot bring us peace in the storm
Cannot usher joy to a coffer
That seems stripped, when judged by its form 

Until we love and trust life's Giver
For beauty beyond the façade 
The best that life's best can deliver
Are fleeting, half-glimpses of God 

What seems worst-of-worst is often
The wisdom of God in disguise
Where Best of the Best seeks to soften
Hard hearts/parts with the tears from His eyes 

Janet Martin





Rom.5:1-5
Therefore, having been justified by faith,
 [a]we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 
2 through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, 
and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
 3 And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, 
knowing that tribulation produces [b]perseverance; 
4 and perseverance, [c]character; and character, hope.
 5 Now hope does not disappoint, 
because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts
 by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
Read the whole glorious chapter HERE





Thursday, September 24, 2026

Of Today, Newly Born

Today's poem was kindled as dawn's wave of gold
rolled across the waking world, like a heavenly
banner unfurled, proclaiming the sovereignty of God! 

So far today's opportunities have brought
a sudden to-go breakfast for Jim,
up w-a-ay before the sun!


a bit of being still...






A half-ish peck 'o peppers, picked
and ready to pickle!! 



Behold daybreak's grand sky
Like a gold banner, morn
Dissolves the dark with infant cry
Of Today, newly born

To celebrate its birth
Is a very fine thing
To praise the God of Heav'n and earth
In courts of thanksgiving 

No matter what it bears
Wherever in the world
We are; the Giver of life cares
With fresh mercies unfurled

What privilege to be
Beneficiaries 
Where Favour's kind fidelity 
Would fill ten thousand seas

What sacred 'second chance'
To pursue joy and peace
To the glory of He who grants
Today's newly-born lease

No matter what succeeds 
The verge of hidden things
God's faithful Providence precedes 
Whatever today brings 

Janet Martin

What wonderful worth each day brings when 
'whether you/we eat or drink or whatever you/we do, 
(we) do it all for the glory of God.
1 Cor.10:31

Have you tried this tongue-twister recently? 😄

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked?



 

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

The Autumn of Middle Age or Of Modern Day Trade Winds...

Someone just a few years ahead of me, reassured me before I turned sixty,
that the sixties are not Old Age yet, but the Autumn or sunset years of middle age...
I rather like that perspective! 



A modern-day trade wind doth blow and scatters leaves like saffron snow
And trades vistas of woodland-green for vermilion and scarlet sheen

Once upon summer's yesterday we thought that it was here to stay
Oh, how we laughed in the sunshine that kisses cheeks and rustles vines

Till a chill trade-wind blew and drew us from its sun-warm avenue
Autumn, with startling hues and cheers, frees a fresh train of pioneers

Bidding them slow the hurried pace that seems to hound the human race
Until Trade-winds as old as time waken prospects past youth's fair prime

....making us humbler in our stance and more aware of what life grants
So we kick off our dancing shoes and kneel on ground, rich with adieus 

Then wag our heads 'aha, aha' as we acquiesce time's livelong law
Where none escapes trade's winds or wars as we are drawn to foreign shores  

...and like all who have gone before, if God grants three score years or more
We join the Autumn-seasoned ranks with purer praise and meeker thanks 

In the Autumn of middle age, we sense time's swifter turn of page
As stiffer trade winds start to blow and sting with Winter's hints of snow

...so in life's Autumn sunset years (before its swift score disappears)
Lord, teach us to embrace its clime by living one day at a time

...not peering with foreboding dread to Winter's world looming ahead
But with gladness gratitude brings, because the Lord has done great things

Janet Martin

Ps.126:3
The Lord has done great things for us,
And we are glad.


Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Autumn Is Come

Happy First Day of Fall!

Hail, cuppa tea, spice-ecstasy of cloves and cardamom 
And whole new ways to cherish days because Autumn is come 🍂




When I read this poem below, in a birthday gift book from a friend,
it kindled my own Autumn is Come poem-fire...
nothing compared to this gem,
but still, penned with love for Autumn's Creator!


Where gaudy plumes, a-top their tombs wave colourful farewells ...





Autumn is come; the sunny sum of summer days gives way
To frosty morn and fields of corn's brittle and rustling lay
The chestnut sheds it prickly threads; the blue jay shrieks and scolds
The verdant sheen of virgin green mutates to reds and golds

Autumn is come; season of plum and pumpkin pageantry
Of cozy clothes and rosy glows on apple-cheeks and we/me 
Of menus shucked and picked and plucked through labour of our hands
As summer yields gardens and fields to autumnal demands

Autumn is come; amber and rum-hued ambience imbues
The rousing air as treetops flare beneath yon welkin blues 
Creation draws worship's hurrahs from Beauty's wonderment 
Where earth and sky are charted by God's ancient covenant 

Autumn is come; farewell, sweet summer's sultry afternoon
Welcome, fond days that brim with praise for lavish harvest-boon
For orchard-loot as ripened fruit plummets like falling stars
With muted thud, in haloes, ruddy and ready for jars 

Autumn is come; we sense a drum-roll-like sea-song in shells   
Where gaudy plumes, a-top their tombs wave colourful farewells 
Where thistledown unfurls its crown in silver parachutes 
Where we appraise time's hallowed days to gather harvest's fruits 

Autumn is come; we are not glum though summer disappears
To everything from spring to spring, there is a season, dears
Its law ordained and awe-sustained by God's pow'r undefined
He stirs the seed with fruit to feed the need of humankind

He bends the earth with nature's mirth, and tends Time's transient toll 
Each season rife with joys of life to gladden heart and soul
Hail, cuppa tea, spice-ecstasy of cloves and cardamom 
And whole new ways to cherish days because Autumn is come 

Janet Martin  




 

Monday, September 21, 2026

That Which Hope Veils or With Quietness and Confidence

The old week ended with a hard day's work in the garden...
(I had a bit of a 'what if we get frost?!! panic- moment 
on that crisp morning, so I picked all the ripening tomatoes)
and then, because our generous neighbour lent us his loader we
pulled out a lot of plants as well...


At break time Neighbour's puppy came for some Jim-love...
 





A new week begins and who knows what waits, but God!
What perfect reason then, to proceed in step with God

How do we begin to do that?
With godly repentance that leads to salvation without regret!
Without regret because when God forgives

Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation without regret,
but worldly sorrow brings death.

Isa.30:15
For thus says the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel:
“In returning and rest you shall be saved;
In quietness and confidence shall be your strength.”

Thus says the LORD your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel:
“I am the LORD your God, who teaches you for your benefit,
who directs you in the way you should go.





The end that waits beyond the part of seeing, choosing, doing, oh
Of loving God with all our heart, soul, strength and mind, then fellowman
Of trusting through the thick and thin of joy and sorrow's high and low
Until the end that will begin that which hope veils of Master Plan

...where wage of unrepentant sin is death; the gift of God is life
To all who yield their lives to Him in obedience, humbly awed
Where what is seen is temporal; where what hope veils awaits the knife
Of final breath; and the eternal aftermath of life with God 

...where we endure the hardship of love's discipline from He who cares
Like all good fathers should, enough to suffer reproof that corrects
So we revere, with diligence the part that hope yet veils with prayers
In quietness and confidence His strength sustains where He directs 

...until the day when we present the body He formed and gave breath
To do His work; to be content while hope yet veils the consequence 
May we throw off all earthly ties that entangle and end in death
And fix our eyes upon faith's Prize with quietness and confidence 

Janet Martin

Inspired in part as well by Heb.12



Lyrics

Published in 221 hymnals

1. Be still, my soul! the Lord is on your side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to your God to order and provide;
In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul! your best, your heav’nly friend
Thru' thorny ways leads to a joyful end.


2. Be still, my soul! your God does undertake
To guide the future as he has the past;
Your hope, your confidence, let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul! the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he lived below.


3. Be still, my soul! when dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shall you better know his love, his heart,
Who comes to soothe your sorrow and your fears.
Be still, my soul! your Jesus can repay
From his own fullness all he takes away.


4. Be still, my soul! the hour is hast'ning on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still my soul! when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.