Sufficient Evidence or Veiled, Yet Sufficient

Here He is again with compassions that fail not and

mercy new every morning!! 

Lam.3:22-24

Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”

Ps.145:17-18

The LORD is righteous in all His ways

and kind in all His deeds.

The LORD is near to all who call on Him,

to all who call out to Him in truth.

God continually grants fresh opportunity

to teach and reveal Himself to us through trust-lessons!

When crises comes pray we remember,

'The eternal God is y(our) refuge, 

And underneath are the (His) everlasting arms... Deut.33:27

At this point

I cannot divulge details in the prayer request I am sharing

but will you pray for my niece J today and the attending doctors

and her family?!!

Creation declares and extols God’s glory and preeminence

We stand in awe as we behold veiled, yet sufficient evidence

While God replenishes hope’s cup of joy with divine sympathy

He who is perfect bears us up on arms we sense but cannot see

The troubles of this world abound; but cannot confound humble praise

The power of the cross is sound; without it we are castaways

The suffering that Christ foreknew and yet forsook His throne to bear

Death on a cross to save all who believe, is love beyond compare

Sufficient is the part we see to warrant steadfast trust in Him

Through each heartbreaking tragedy; through all we deem cruel and grim

He does not leave us comfortless; But through His Spirit and His Word

He manifests His faithfulness to keep faith’s courage undeterred

The LORD, righteous in all His ways sustains sufficient evidence

To counter doubt when loss dismays the dream with deep disappointments

Or when life’s dire strait alarms, and faith would faint as fears increase

Beneath, His everlasting arms; within, His hope and perfect peace

Janet Martin

What God Hath Promised (God Hath Not Promised Skies Always Blue)

  

Hope's Heaven-Splendoured Hues...

Today's poem was inspired in part by the C.S. Lewis quote below,

in part by the picture taken while I watched mercy's renewed/replenished fountain brim,

and in part by Psalm 24!

"God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, 

because it is not there. There is no such thing."

 C.S. Lewis.

The stomping ground of hopes and dreams is bathed in Heaven-splendored hues

From gleaming founts God’s goodness streams with mercies each morning renews...

Ps.24

The earth is the LORD’s, and the fullness thereof,a

the world and all who dwell therein.

2For He has founded it upon the seas

and established it upon the waters.

3Who may ascend the hill of the LORD?

Who may stand in His holy place?

4He who has clean hands and a pure heart,

who does not lift up his soul to an idolb

or swear deceitfully.

5He will receive blessing from the LORD

and vindication from the God of his salvation.

6Such is the generation of those who seek Him,

who seek Your face, O God of Jacob.c

Selah

7Lift up your heads, O gates!

Be lifted up, O ancient doors,

that the King of Glory may enter!

8Who is this King of Glory?

The LORD strong and mighty,

the LORD mighty in battle.

9Lift up your heads, O gates!

Be lifted up, O ancient doors,

that the King of Glory may enter!

10Who is He, this King of Glory?

The LORD of Hosts—

He is the King of Glory!

The stomping ground of hopes and dreams is bathed in Heaven-splendored hues

From gleaming founts God’s goodness streams with mercies each morning renews

Ah hope! the anchor of ‘amen’; the pleasure of both heart and soul

Like a wellspring of comfort when our dreams are dashed and sorrows roll

Hope’s hues are glorious and bright in spite backdrops dark with dread

Hope is a beacon of Soul-light; reason’s Reveille to lift the head

That else would droop beneath the weight of fear and disappointment’s heel

Hope swings ajar a starry Gate no foe can bar or woe can seal

Hope is impossible without true peace and happiness from God

The Tempter baits his snares with doubt while setting feasts on its façade

But hope, guarded by Faith’s sound shield is fitted to withstand his wiles

The substance of things unrevealed protects us from fruit that defiles

Lift up your heads, and do not grieve; the devil is no match for He

Who dwells within all who believe; whose Word is truth that sets us free

Whose Hope no traitor can destroy; whose saving faith will make us whole

Lift up your heads and shout for joy; hope is the anchor of the soul

Hope’s hues cheer us like spring’s first flow’rs delight the winter-weary sigh

Its armour equips and empow’rs us as we face faith’s battle-cry

Where evidence of things unseen establishes each stepping stone

In hues of gold and evergreen, hope blazes faith’s trail to God’s throne

Janet Martin

Also in part by yesterday's devotion re-read today...

It Is March...

 Happy, happy March!

It is March; let’s wander, thought-loose through the *thawing countryside

Where the brook is gushing, rushing beneath blushing eventide...

*(it is definitely NOT thawing yet, but it will!)

It is March; ah, soon dusk’s shadow-fall will sprawl on backdrops green...

Rather than hues of blue etched starkly on canvas of ice-glazed sheen...

It is March; three little words that kindle sunshine in our souls

On the air a sense of fragrant flower-imminence cajoles

Landscapes, still tucked tightly beneath sheaths of snowflake eiderdown

Somewhere spring stirs; furrows emerge, patterning white sweeps with brown

As stubbly fields mimic three-day growth on Old Man Winter’s chin

Hope waltzes with weightless slippers over hills and under skin

Where dreamlands brim with bright promise bud and bulb wait to fulfill

Ears are keened to catch the first robin-chirrup or killdeer-trill

It is March; ah, soon dusk’s shadow-fall will sprawl on backdrops green

Rather than blue hues etched starkly on canvas of ice-glazed sheen

Ah! we will weather its weather, whether warm-gold or cold-gray

For we know in March, an age-old tug-of-war is under way

Raindrops tap-tap on the window, snow and sleet rap at the door

Time enough will prove the victor; spring will always win the war

Daffodils will bob in breezes, gaining many a glad glance

Stiff gales will yield to sun-kisses; springtime’s annual romance

It is March; let’s wander, thought-loose through the thawing countryside

Where the brook is gushing, rushing beneath blushing eventide

Where the sugarbush is basking in brief popularity

As nature’s sweet-sweetest wonder drip-drips from the maple tree

While mouths water at the thought of syrup drizzled on pancakes

Donuts sizzling from the fryer, apple fritters, belly aches

While we marvel at the measure of pleasure each season grants

Good old days (in spite of progress) rekindles Bygone’s romance

It is March; and we are ready to shed parkas, mitts and hats

Ready for the warmer welcome of flipflops and lawn-chair chats

Ready for the friendly hello of tulip and buttercup

For the training and the scolding of muddy, mischievous pup

Ready for outdoor to-do-lists, armed with rakes, hoes, spades and seeds

Ready even for the never-ending task of tackling weeds

Ready for rosy complexions, courtesy of gardening

It is March and we are winter-weary and ready for spring

Janet Martin

It is March; and we are ready to shed parkas, mitts and hats

Ready for the warmer welcome of flipflops and lawn-chair chats...

Dear God, Forbid...

If these roses were nothing more than a

 two-to-three week-bloom's-worth

it would seem like a hefty price to pay for soon-fallen petals...

Every touchable and taste-able gift without love soon lies in waste! 

But with love, the knowledge and memory of The Gift

sustains a continuous joy! 

The humility of the cross, without love would be a mockery of God's goodness

but because He so loved us He saved us through The Gift of His Son to take our punishment

and pay sin's penalty once for all, 

purchasing the gift of salvation that we all may by faith receive,

sustaining a continuous joy 

from the moment it is given and received

throughout eternity!

Dear God, forbid we strive to secure faith's worth through our works,

but oh, dear God, forbid we fail to shine Your worth through our works

 so all who see may glorify Thee!

In Matt.5:16 Jesus commands us to...

Let your light so shine before men,

 that they may see your good works

and glorify your Father in heaven.

***

"It is not great faith, but true faith, that saves; 

and the salvation lies not in the faith, 

but in the Christ in whom faith trusts."

- Charles Spurgeon

***

Dear God, forbid that we should fail to praise You for Your faithfulness

As if Calvary’s sore travail was something trivial to ignore

And God forbid that we should cease to pray with great unworthiness

And gratitude to You, whose peace consoles and calms Fear’s lion-roar

Dear God, forbid that we invade Today equipped with nothing more

Than thirst for fortunes that will fade with final breath's solemn reveal

And God forbid we live enslaved to idol-worship You abhor

Heedless of holy scars engraved on hands that help and hold and heal

Dear God, forbid that we should count, rather than blessings, curse on curse

Dashing like beasts through mercy’s fount that each new morning manifests

And God forbid that we forget Who died for us, and thus we nurse

The injuries of wounded pride or disappointment's complex tests 

Dear God, forbid we never taste the bread and water of Enough

But lay life's precious lease to waste, like pigs, rolling in priceless pearls

And God forbid we never find Your wellspring of redeeming love

Wallowing in shackles and blind to Truth's lifeline, Your Word unfurls   

Dear God, forbid that we should wait until it is too late to call

On you, or humbly contemplate sin's pardon paid at Calvary

And God forbid man justifies, through sight and logic's wherewithal 

'a way that seems right' but denies Your Unrelenting Sovereignty 

Knowing, rather than sacrifice You desire obedience

Because of the unrivaled price You paid to achieve death’s defeat

Dear God, forbid we choose soul’s doom rather than its deliverance

Dear God, thank-you! Your empty tomb proclaims enough until we meet

Dear God, forbid we wave love's rose, but rue its thorn and curse its sting 

Unwilling to suffer love's blows or live beneath love's cross, content 

Not hungering and thirsting for your Word, nor crowning you as King

On our heart's throne because you bore sin's penalty and punishment 

Dear God, forbid we taste and see, but then let vanity take root

Forgetting how you set us free and the great things that you have done

Unlike the tree beside rife streams, through drought and heat, still bearing fruit 

Because the hope that faith esteems, is in You and in you alone

Janet Martin

This poem first began while pondering Samuel's warning to Israel

after he anointed their first king, Saul, after they pleaded with him

'for a king to judge them like other nations' 1 Sam.8:5

They wanted a king other than God! 

The conclusion of Samuel's warning in 1 Sam.12:20-25

struck a deeply convicting chord in my own heart (esp.v.24) 

20 Then Samuel said to the people, “Do not fear. You have done all this wickedness; 

yet do not turn aside from following the Lord, but serve the Lord with all your heart. 

21 And do not turn aside; for then you would go after empty things 

which cannot profit or deliver, for they are nothing. 

22 For the Lord will not forsake His people, for His great name’s sake,

 because it has pleased the Lord to make you His people.

 23 Moreover, as for me, far be it from me 

that I should sin against the Lord in ceasing to pray for you; 

but I will teach you the good and the right way. 

24 Only fear the Lord, and serve Him in truth with all your heart; 

for consider what great things He has done for you. 

25 But if you still do wickedly, you shall be swept away, both you and your king.”

Take Time to be Holy

    

Like Morning Comes, And Spring...

It's the end of February...

and so we begin to look more expectantly for signs of spring,

like more warmer sunshine...

to tickle  icicles into merry melting! 

Like gardens emerging...

Like sunny-deck coffee breaks ...

Like morning comes and spring, so too

We know joy waits beyond grief's due

The crushed seed that falls to earth's tomb

Runs rife with life waiting to bloom

💗🌷💚🌷💛🌷💜

John 12:24

Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat

 falls to the ground and dies,

 it remains only a single seed. 

But if it dies, it produces many seeds.

Ps.30:5

For His anger is but for a moment, 

His favor is for life;

 Weeping may endure for a night,

 But joy comes in the morning.

The night does not remain

Morning unveils yon hill

The sun breaks through after the rain

Spring follows winter’s chill

And wisdom, hard to earn

Is worth waits, fierce and hard

Rewarding all, willing to learn

With patience, battle-scarred

And though grief lets/lends the part

That love cannot elude

Joy returns and restores the heart

To gladder gratitude

For, though love suffers long

Morning is always near

Like a spring-after-winter-song

To plant the heart with cheer

Janet Martin

MORNING HAS BROKEN - Cat Stevens (Lyrics)

The Heart is More than the Life-spring ...(sustaining every breath we draw)

Rom.5:5

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.

Without the love in the above verse to 

transform once alien hearts, cold and hard

our hearts would resemble last's week's ice-cast world...

Pondering various heart-conditions and positions in today's poem...💖

1 Sam.16:7

But the LORD said to Samuel,

 “Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature,

because I have refused him. For the LORD does not see as man sees;

for man looks at the outward appearance,

but the LORD looks at the heart.”

Jer.17:9-10

“The heart is deceitful above all things,

And desperately wicked; Who can know it?

I, the LORD, search the heart, I test the mind,

Even to give every man according to his ways,

According to the fruit of his doings.

Ps.19:14

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart

Be acceptable in Your sight,

O Lord, my [h]strength and my Redeemer.

Ps.51:10

Create in me a clean heart, O God,

And renew a steadfast spirit within me.

Prov.4:23

Keep your heart with all diligence,

For out of it spring the issues of life.

Matt 5:

Blessed are the pure in heart:

for they shall see God

Matt.22:37-38

Jesus declared, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart

 and with all your soul and with all your mind.’e 

38This is the first and greatest commandment. 

John 14:27

Peace I leave with you. My peace I give to you:

not as the world gives, give I unto you.

Let not your heart be troubled

neither let it be afraid.

Eph.1:18

I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened

in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you...

Col.3:15

And let the peace of God rule in your hearts,

to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful.

The above  Bible verses are but a few of many verses concerning the heart...

The heart is more than the life-spring sustaining every breath we draw

It is the crux of every thing we crave or keep with rev'rent awe 

It skips a beat when happiness is taken by lovely surprise

A newborn babe, *a pretty dress on little girl with sparkling eyes

It revels in nature's fine art, whatever the season maybe 

God puts a smile in every heart that delights in His majesty

The heart is more than an organ that pulses in each mortal sleeve

There mankind's first battle began when the Tempter sought to deceive 

There still, many a war we wield, that God alone is privy to

As we learn how to trust and yield to He who knows us through and through 

Who said 'My peace I leave with you' to cheer the heart in trouble's toll

Whose promises, steadfast and true anchor the hope that calms the soul

Each heart is a rebel at first because of sin's inherent root 

For humanity is sin-cursed since Eve took the forbidden fruit 

Until we repent and believe; until the heart, forgiven, lives

And ceases in vain to achieve the peace that only Jesus gives

The heart is like a wand'ring sheep, lost in the dark, lonesome and cold

Until it trusts the Shepherd's keep and finds the doorway to the fold 

The heart, ah, who can understand the web and woof of its terrain  

It leaps for joy when love is grand; it shatters like fine porcelain 

When love must suffer sorrow's grief,; when taking up its cross is hard

The heart feels like a brittle leaf  rolling across a frozen yard 

Until, like the kiss of the sun, God heals the winter of the heart

In wondrous ways, second to none, that only His love can impart 

And fashions from love's tears and pain, beauty only brokenness earns/learns  

After sorrow's ration of rain the morning breaks and joy returns

And the heart leaps like a gazelle and laughs where golden puddles lie

Like mirrors where our teardrops fell but now showcase redemption's sky 

Where God's mercy, new every morn redeems the dark with light of day 

A picture of the heart reborn after death's curse is washed away 

Janet Martin

 *We cannot take every photo we would

because it wouldn't be proper, so 

Imagine a little girl of four,

with golden curls and sky-blue eyes

and cheeks where rose petals blush

looking up and smiling and slowly twirling

 as she models with unabashed pride and delight,

a new pink dress her mother made for her. 

There! does your heart not suddenly feel like its been kissed by a princess?!!

Mine did, last week when I walked next door

 for a little catchup visit with neighbours...

I had my camera in my pocket and paused instead on my way back

to capture ice-ensconced art!

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing with Lyrics Chris Rice

We Are All In This Together

Happy 49th Birthday, Calvin, (my 2nd youngest brother!)

I love and appreciate you so much!

Which means my youngest brother (above left) turns 47 in a few weeks!

They don't remember me much at home (because I am almost 11/13 years older)

 other than being one of five extra mothers (their big sisters)

The Martin Clan is growing old  up! 😅

We are all in this together; growing older, day by day

Gaining fresh courage to weather Father Time's insistent prey

Learning how to cope with changes no sleight of hand can evade

Botox only rearranges, and money cannot dissuade

We are all in this together, learning to adapt and cope

Bound by an ethereal tether testing youthful-yes/youthfulness with nope

Sooner or later the engine that once hummed with easy cheer

Needs intentional/additional attention just to sputter into gear

We are all in this together; students in Father Time's school

While his touch, light as a feather, exacts the proof of his rule

Like a token of remembrance he leaves his kiss on each brow

Acknowledging the attendance of both young and old somehow

We are all in this together so let's give the best we've got

We are growing older whether we admit its truth or not 

Sooner than we care to mention Time steals youth's sleek, purring cat

Leaving us an old steam engine huffing-puffing down the track

We are all in this together; nobody is out of reach

As we learn to learn and weather lessons only Time can teach

As with unspoken reluctance we accede our slowing stride

While feigning brave-faced nonchalance (for Time is not on our side)  

We are all in this together; left-foot-right-foot-left-let's-go 

Smooth-as-silk-skin turns to leather, raven locks turn white as snow

While once-starry-eyed-successors to their grunting, groaning peers

Join the ranks of predecessors weathered by a few more years 

Love, from you big sis aka

Janet Martin

Lol! While not all of this may apply to my younger siblings, yet....

give it time. It will! 😁

 

Of Grace Fulfilled

Rev.4:21

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; 

there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. 

There shall be no more pain, 

for the former things have passed away.”

Partly because of yesterday's tender message of comfort at our church service,

partly because we hurt when loved ones hurt,

partly because of tomorrow's unknowingness,

and partly by the hymn at the end of this post

today's poem was inspired...

Does the mental image of God gathering you close

to brush away your tears forever and heal every hurt forever

comfort you as it comforts me?

In this world we will have trouble but take heart!

He has overcome the world and if we believe in Him

and receive by faith, the gift of salvation, 

purchased through Jesus' shed blood,

no matter what we are going through, 

it will be worth it all!

Just as we know the life of gardens waits beneath the snow

So we know the life of every believer awaits glorious perfection

beyond the grave...

I'd like to learn to live as if each day could be my last

 To don the gait of faith rather than panic's frantic pace 

To recognize each morning as a barge with hoisted mast 

Embarking on time's rolling sea, commandeered by God's grace

Then, though the barge may groan and shift beneath life's weight of care

I'd like to bear in mind the part no wishing can erase

Ere moments fall behind me, and to live, humbly aware

That, come what may, nothing transcends God's all-sufficient grace

...then live so if the barge of morn should take its farewell tour

And the last drop of ink be drained in parting, from poised pen

The lyric on life's final page would echo those before

A hymn of grateful praise to He who gives and takes. Amen

I'd like to learn to live as if each day could be The Day

When God's Hands cup my face; each broken hallelujah healed

And then, just as He promised, wipe every last tear away 

The barge of morning moored where grace fulfilled will be revealed 

Janet Martin 

Do you believe? Have you received the gift above all gifts?

"Faith and fear both demand 

you believe in something you cannot see. 

You choose!"
— Bob Proctor

Casting Crowns - Scars in Heaven (Official Lyric Video)