For Better or For Worse Love's Fool-proof Evidence

There is only one fool-proof instruction manual for love:

God's Word, The Holy Bible

There is only one perfect example of love:

God's Son, Jesus

There is only one name above every name:

Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place

and gave Him the name above all names,

that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,

in heaven and on earth and under the earth,

and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,

to the glory of God the Father.

Phil.2:9-11

...for You alone know the hearts of all the sons of men,

1 Kings 8:39

...for the Lord searches all hearts, 

and understands every intent of the thoughts.

1 Chron.28:9

...for God sees not as man sees, 

for man looks at the outward appearance, 

but the Lord looks at the heart.”

1 Sam.16:7

(A perk of not finishing a morning post till tot is in for an afternoon nap?

some lunch snapshots.😊)

Pots and pans can help us cook up quite a visually-appealing lunch-feast!

(I am always astonished at how a mountain of spinach

disappears when cooked)

This medley of stir-fried onion, green and red sweet peppers,

 celery, carrot and spinach

 topped with a scoop of quinoa, 

a splash of soy sauce

and a sprinkle of toasted sesame seeds was yummy!

For the first time I cooked un-gummy quinoa

thanks to this post;

How to cook perfect quinoa

😋

Besides pots-and-pans feasts,

Thoughts of man can cook up quite a feast too!

Whether with mind or mouth, 

we become what we regularly feast on.

For better of for worse God knows the intent of the heart

He sees beneath façade of skin that clothes the counterpart

Of longing’s smart and rebel pride,

Of cupid’s dart and dreams denied

His tender gaze beholds the ways of mortal’s mental art

We soon expose, in spite of clothes the thought-guests that we host

The ilk of word and deed soon shows what God/gods we love the most

By what we boast and what we crave

By who we toast astride the grave

By how one lives the Now grace gives; Heaven or earth-engrossed

When circumstance upsets The Plan, when tolerance is tried

When song and dance of fellowman obstructs the prudent stride

For better or for worse God knows

Whether we bless or curse want’s woes

Without a word the heart is heard and seen; nowhere to hide

The intent of the heart becomes tomorrow’s testaments

A catalyst of sacred crumbs scattering recompense

Where, someday we will give account

For seeds that spill from fleeting fount

To strew behind, from heart and mind, love’s fool-proof evidence

© Janet Martin