"folding is my least favourite part' said Victoria just now
'but the fluffiness makes it worth it!'
...as she labors patiently at folding in the egg-whites
for her dad's belated birthday cake;
Her cakes make our family sing for joy.
She's got the touch!
Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD;
let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth!
The irises are bursting with 'joyful noise' these days...
A lot of early perennials have a very brief bloom,
but the joy they bring while blooming is so worth it!
get toddlers to pose for a picture...
they wouldn't stand still.
One morning this week Toddler arrived sporting her latest fashion trend;
Sister's (clean) undie-hat😂
Tots can be extremely draining, but the joy they bring is SO worth it!!💗💗💗
Lift up your hands and sing for joy where loveliness abounds
In spite of all that breaks our hearts, annoys, dismays, confounds
God is still good; He cares for us; He helps us so we may
Deny ourselves; take up our cross and follow Him today
Morning runs rife with heartache in each day the Lord has made
Sorrow stalks ev’ry step we take and fear seeks to invade
Be not afraid but sing for joy; let God’s goodness console
For nothing on earth can destroy His Absolute control
The earth and its fulness thereof, yon boundless galaxy
Cannot contain God’s perfect love He proved at Calvary
Greater is He in us than He who is in-of the world
Then sing for joy; let love’s truth be triumph’s banner unfurled
When we are tempted to despair because of what must pass
Cry to the Lord in earnest prayer; He keeps His promises
And, lest the stones cry out where doubt has silenced our song
Lift up your voice and shout for joy to He who does no wrong
Bow down before the One who has declared His sovereignty
‘Heaven, my throne, earth, my footstool; what have you built for me’
Come, humbly yield to His command and tremble at His Word
And sing for joy beneath the Hand of justice undeterred
What may seem ignored by the Lord is not; be of good cheer
Someday God will reward what may seem so forgotten here
Then sing for joy (if you believe) after this grief and strife
It will be worth it, as we receive everlasting life
© Janet Martin
a few more joy-peeks at what makes everything else SO worth it...
6:30 a.m. play-dough time?!
His grin says anytime is play-dough time!
Thus says the Lord:
“Heaven is My throne,
And earth is My footstool.
Where is the house that you will build Me?
And where is the place of My rest?
For all those things My hand has made,
And all those things exist,”
Says the Lord.
“But on this one will I look:
On him who is poor and of a contrite spirit,
And who trembles at My word.
And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars:
see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass,
but the end is not yet.