Thursday, February 12, 2026

The Light Eyes Cannot See

Ps.36:9
For with You is the fountain of life; 
In Your light we see light.

Some light we see with our eyes...like the light of daybreak.


Some light we see by faith...

'Thou hast put gladness in my heart,...'
Ps.4:7

2 Sa.22:29, 31-33 & 47
For Thou art my lamp, O LORD,
and the LORD will lighten my darkness....
31 As for God, His way is perfect; the word of the Lord is tried:
 He is a buckler to all them that trust in Him.
32 For who is God, save the LORD? 
and who is a rock, save our God?
33 God is my strength and power:
and he maketh my way perfect...
47 The LORD liveth: and blessed be my rock:
and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation


You have put gladness in my heart
And in my sorrow, song
For in the darkness You impart
A light, steadfast and strong

You try the wants of humankind
With what appears as loss
Save till faith's spirit is refined
And cheered beneath its cross

Either darkness or light
Manifests the mien of reply
With cries of faith or sight

...and where darkness appears to veil
A way we cannot see
Your Word, a lamp that cannot fail
Throughout eternity

...instills the seeming dark with light
And fills the heart with praise
To know, to walk by faith, not sight
Perfects imperfect ways

To know to truly trust, I must
Yield all Self would bequeath
Until the gladness of true trust
Unveils the Rock beneath 

Lord, grant within the constant care
Life/love is bound to impart
A beacon in each tear and prayer;
Your gladness in my heart

Someday life's troubles will be through
Till then, may each care be
A stepping stone that draws me to
The Light eyes cannot see

The Light that shines with hope and grace
With love, naught can destroy
The Light of our Saviour's face
To instill hearts with joy

Janet Martin




 




Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Timeless Treasure



Balancing out life's/love's bitter and brutal burdens and responsibilities,
are its sweet and simple joys, beyond number...

good books


good devotions



good friends
(a few lovely get-togethers on the weekend but no pics)

good food/cake






good family time





good work



good laughs (to balance SO many tears)



good conversation 
(again, no pic)

nature's timeless beauty






good coffee (or tea)


Good gifts...



...and SO much more!
The thrill of reading good poetry, a warm handshake, friends made through social media
who share our joys and sorrows, good music, good exercise, good goals, good fellowship,
good Sunday morning messages, phone calls, cards, texts with words of encouragement to each other...


Timeless treasure
Moment measure
Brimming, skimming, glim and glance
Planting reaping
Limping,, leaping
Stumble-humble song and dance

Timeless treasure
Pain and pleasure
Intermingling, breath by breath
Minute blossom
Brute and awesome
Syncopating life and death 

Timeless treasure
Toil and leisure
Swept into streams running rife
Weeping, wooing
Stunning, strewing
Turning moments into life 

Moment meter
Bitter-sweeter
Love and longing interweave
Timeless treasure
Lifetime measure
Only moments can achieve

Janet Martin







Eph.5:15-18
Pay careful attention, then, to how you walk, not as unwise but as wise,
 16redeeming the time, because the days are evil. 
17Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is. 
18Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to reckless indiscretion. 
Instead, be filled with the Spirit.

1 Cor.10:31
Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, 
do all to the glory of God.

Monday, February 9, 2026

Thy Will Be Done or To My Almost-Disillusionment

Isa.65:24
“It shall come to pass That before they call, I will answer;
And while they are still speaking, I will hear.

Sometimes circumstances come into our lives that leave us/me
 feeling disillusioned and disappointed
 because it seems like God did not keep His Promise to hear our cry and answer...

Ps.34:17
The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears, 
And delivers them out of all their troubles.

Yet, how often am I guilty of ignoring His cry/command to me?
How wholly, in view of God’s mercy, do I offer my body as a living sacrifice
holy and pleasing to God—as my true and proper worship?' (Rom.12:1) 

How utterly am I willing to give Him my friendship in return for His;
 'You are My friend(s) if you do whatever I command you.'
 John 15:14

Do I take Peter's exhortations as seriously and devotedly as I should?
'therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers'. 1. Pet.4:7

or am I surprised at the fiery trial that tries us as if it were a strange thing? v.12
Do I truly rejoice to partake of His sufferings? v.13

Do I approach God with a sense of entitlement
 or with Christ-seeking humility?
Do I find extra excuses to spend extra time 
in precious fellowship with Him in prayer
or do I stumble through a kind of obligatory rote, 
then dash away to duties etc? check

Do I consider it pure joy?!!!  when I encounter trials of many kinds...
so I may be mature and complete, not lacking anything?
James 1:2-4
'Consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you encounter trials of many kinds, 
3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.
  4Allow perseverance to finish its work, 
so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.'

Do I revere the call to pursue peace and holiness?
 Heb.12:8---
Am I yielded (oh Lord, help me) to 'Endure suffering as discipline;
(because) God is treating me as daughter?
'For what son/daughter is not disciplined by his father?
( or do I prefer 'undisciplined ease' of illegitimate children?)

*8 If you do not experience discipline like everyone else,
then you are illegitimate children and not true sons.
9Furthermore, we have all had earthly fathers who disciplined us, and we respected them.
Should we not much more submit to the Father of our spirits and live?'
Our fathers disciplined us for a short time as they thought best, 
but God disciplines us for our good, so that we may share in His holiness.
  11No discipline seems enjoyable at the time, but painful.
Later on, however, it yields a harvest of righteousness and peace 
to those who have been trained by it...

...Pursue peace with everyone, as well as holiness, 
without which no one will see the Lord. 
See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God,
 and that no root of bitternessf springs up to cause trouble and defile many. 
See to it that no one is sexually immoral, 
or is godless like Esau, who for a single meal sold his birthright.
  17For you know that afterward, when he wanted to inherit the blessing,
 he was rejected. He could find no ground for repentance, 
though he sought the blessing with tears...

Do I seek the blessing before repenting?

Do I dare to rail at Mount Zion?? (Heb.12:22)
or do I 'See to it that I do not refuse Him who speaks?' (v.25)



'Thy will be done'

Dear Lord, Thy hand, oh let me not despise
Thy love delights to wean me from this world
Where lust of flesh and eye, and pride of life
Lures from the path of righteousness unfurled

Lord, it seems we are easily seduced
By what sight sees rather than what/Who faith knows
How dumbly human nature is amused
By logic, that soon logic overthrows 

Faith's substance of things hoped for, still unseen
Believes, while You refine the heart's desire
Regardless of how vile the trial, or mean
Devotion steps into the line of fire 

Returning us to *Lystra once again
To Lystra?!! where foes sought our very lives
Oh Lord, to prove the power You sustain
'Only the one who walks by faith survives'

'Thy will be done' Lord, purify my plea
And let me trust though disciplines increase
Lest there be any wicked way in me (Ps.139:24)
That lures me from Thy righteousness and peace 

Janet Martin

Acts 14:19-22
*Then Jews from Antioch and Iconium came there; 
and having persuaded the multitudes, they stoned Paul 
and dragged him out of the city, (Lystra) supposing him to be dead.
 20 However, when the disciples gathered around him,
 he rose up and went into the city. 
And the next day he departed with Barnabas to Derbe.
And when they had preached the gospel to that city and made many disciples, 
they returned to Lystra, Iconium, and Antioch, 
22 strengthening the souls of the disciples, 
exhorting them to continue in the faith, and saying, 
“We must through many tribulations enter the kingdom of God.”








Sunday, February 8, 2026

The Ink of (February) Poetry

I LOVE the shadow-art of February!
Blue sketches on white sweeps...

Ps.143:5
I meditate on all Your works;
[b]muse on the work of Your hands.

 



The ink of poetry runs blue where February’s shadows scrawl
A minimalist’s sketch run through with whispers of a madrigal
The brunt of February days is something of an unsung gift
Its spartan hues seduce our gaze to trace each hill, rill, dell and drift
Evoking, somewhere deep within, a serenade that broods and soars
In rushing ebbs and flows akin to breakers felled on far-off shores

The ink of poetry runs wild in snowflake’s finest mustering
Biting the cheek of Summer’s Child with Old Man Winter’s blustering
While gilding nature’s crook and nook with glitter that melts to the touch
Thus, we must be content to look and worship God who authors such
Bountiful beauty for the muse, admonishing awe’s vagaries
For what is man that He should choose us to be beneficiaries

…where ink of phantom poetry runs boundless as galactic sweeps
And tickles the periphery of unplumbed, oceanic deeps
And fills thought’s quill with lyrical longings ink cannot satisfy
Where syllable on syllable treads the holy ground of reply
To four-season astonishment; each moment primed with beckoning
Because He who allots its bent is beyond mortal reckoning

The ink of poetry runs rife as February’s shadow-art
The laws of nature, love and life wreak havoc with the poet’s heart
The weight of would-be poetry presses the part that laughs and weeps
With endless possibility where poem upon poem sleeps
Till the thrill of blue shadow-scrawl on February’s afternoon
Wakens words to a madrigal that only poem-ink can tune

Janet Martin





Saturday, February 7, 2026

In The Matter of Believing (a Battle Cry)


Mark 9:24
Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears,
 “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”




It is not hard to believe in things we see with our eyes
and understand with our thoughts,
but oh, when we cannot begin to fathom the 'why'
of a certain trial/tragedy, oh how then we must choose faith
and echo that age-old plea 
 “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”

Lord, in the matter of believing, help me battle unbelief
Pray, let faith’s lifetime-in-achieving cheer love’s groans of bitter grief
And in the matter of perfecting that which Sight cannot defend
Lord, bid me covet Thy directing to be faithful to the end

Lord, in the matter of surrender, when love is a Wrecking Ball
Crashing through hope-and-dreamland’s splendour for the sake of Higher Call
O, pray as You bear tender vigil over Thy flock day and night
That you behold a humbler people walking by faith and not sight

Lord, in the matter of protection, let faith’s shield be free of chinks
Gleaming with the holy reflection of Your truth; not what man thinks
For, in the matter of Arrival to, nay through the earthly grave
Pray we prepare for Soul survival by Thy grace, mighty to save

Lord, in the matter of Forever, impress on me Time’s brief sway
For soon death’s sleight of hand will sever the silver cord of Today
And the soul’s world-weary achieving to fight faith’s good fight will end
Thus, in the matter of believing, help mine unbelief. Amen.

Janet Martin





Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Love's Favour or Sunrise Symphony

Watching the morning break was like having a front row seat at a
Second-to-none free-for-all Symphony 
This was a performance like never before
and never will be again, as is each daybreak!



Ps.139:17-18
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.












Blush-brushed beauty, ushers duty to Time's kindly-kindled Wick
Heaven trembles with ensembles, soon cut to progression's Quick
Mercy quivers, love delivers That which only God supplies
Age-old token crowns the broken with glimpses of paradise
Crowns the rubble of Time’s trouble with covenantal embrace
Seals the treasure of His pleasure with His signature of grace
Like a chorus, gold and glorious from a welkin wellspring borne
While the Teacher cheers the creature with love’s favour of fresh morn
The Creator awes spectators like no other god can do
Peals of wonder humbly thunder in the likes of me and you

Janet Martin





Monday, February 2, 2026

February; A Five-star Feast


Happy, happy February!
Crisp and cold? Yes!!
Gorgeous?? speechless!!


February; a five-star feast of beauty to behold
A crystal, coral-colored eastward morning mercy-mold...




A sheet of silver starlight flung in seamless opulence...



A strand-on-strand of diamonds, strung on every limb and fence...




A gilded berry-brooch, gorgeous, on Mother Nature’s shawl
And pendants, exquisitely forged, and free for one and all...



February; a five-star feast of beauty to behold
A crystal, coral-colored eastward morning mercy-mold
A sheet of silver starlight flung in seamless opulence
A strand-on-strand of diamonds, strung on every limb and fence
A gilded berry-brooch, gorgeous, on Mother Nature’s shawl
And pendants, exquisitely forged, and free for one and all

February; an everywhere-we-look-a-masterpiece
A beckoning to stop and stare till awestruck, we release 
A grinning, giddy gratitude as praise and pleasure swell
In the unbroken solitude of frost-filigreed dell
A holy, humble hunger paired with happiness complete
Because the bread of wonder is always so fresh and sweet

February; a hat and mitten blessing in disguise
Where hope purrs like a kitten as Day lengthens ere it dies
And Something bids us linger in Time’s brusque, blue-shadow sting
Of Shortest-month Harbinger to the month that brings us spring
A kind of unsung hero then, this chill-us-to-the-bone
Yet thrills us with hale, hardy yen, somehow second to none

While we count down the hours to hues certain to suggest
A garden full of flowers ensuing long winter’s rest
And brook-song, gaily gushing between banks, pungent and green
And sunshine’s subtle shushing of ranks spring is bound to wean
So, though it is still very freezing, we begin to sing
Because February is easing us closer to spring

Janet Martin

February; an everywhere-we-look-a-masterpiece





A beckoning to stop and stare till awestruck, we release 
A grinning, giddy gratitude as praise and pleasure swell
In the unbroken solitude of frost-filigreed dell...


And Something bids us linger in Time’s brusque, blue-shadow sting...