Showing posts with label accountability. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accountability. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Between Now and When...(A Sacred Consideration)

The somberness of this week, (remembering the sudden death of my sister)
stirs a sacred consideration/consciousness of The Inevitable;
Eccles.12:7
Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, 
And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

No argument of man can thwart what God has decreed,
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, 
that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
 John 3:16

Between Now and the moment When
our final breath transports us into the presence of God
we have the opportunity to Remember our Creator;
to repent from our sins and believe in Him!



 

Between now and when our final, fatal breath is drawn
When the heart yields its bower bent with hope and heartache's spawn
As earthly order ceases in the twinkle of an eye
And time's temporal lease is sealed with one eternal sigh
  
Between now and when we will slip from life, through death's sheer veil 
When every former fellowship we knew is bound to fail
When the dark glass through which we peer dissolves in one felled breath 
And the soul sheds its dust veneer unfazed by mortal death

Between now and when we will face the Crucial Certainty
Of stepping from Time's transient grace/place into eternity  
How will we use each gifted chime, pouring from Favour's Fount
To pages sealed until non-Time, when we will give account  

Between now and when What Will Be, WILL BE forevermore  
We have fresh opportunity to prepare for the Shore
From which no bark returns to tell the world that it IS true
There is a Heaven or a hell when life on earth is through 

Between now and when we will see God, who loves you and me 
We ought to consider where we will spend eternity  
And pay more earnest heed to truth's decreed and undeterred
From God, who grants us all we need through the Light/Life of His Word

Janet Martin

Eccles.12
Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth,
Before the [a]difficult days come,
And the years draw near when you say,
“I have no pleasure in them”:
2While the sun and the light,
The moon and the stars,
Are not darkened,
And the clouds do not return after the rain;
3In the day when the keepers of the house tremble,
And the strong men bow down;
When the grinders cease because they are few,
And those that look through the windows grow dim;
4When the doors are shut in the streets,
And the sound of grinding is low;
When one rises up at the sound of a bird,
And all the daughters of music are brought low.
5Also they are afraid of height,
And of terrors in the way;
When the almond tree blossoms,
The grasshopper is a burden,
And desire fails.
For man goes to his eternal home,
And the mourners go about the streets.

6Remember your Creator before the silver cord is [b]loosed,
Or the golden bowl is broken,
Or the pitcher shattered at the fountain,
Or the wheel broken at the well.
7Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,
And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

8“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher,
“All is vanity.”

9And moreover, because the Preacher was wise,
 he still taught the people knowledge; yes, 
he pondered and sought out and set[c] in order many proverbs.
  10The Preacher sought to find [d]acceptable words; 
and what was written was upright—words of truth.
  11The words of the wise are like goads, 
and the words of [e]scholars are like well-driven nails,
 given by one Shepherd.
  12And further, my son, be admonished by these. 
Of making many books there is no end, 
and much study is wearisome to the flesh.

13Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:


Fear God and keep His commandments,
For this is man’s all.
14For God will bring every work into judgment,
Including every secret thing,
Whether good or evil.






Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Whatever Be Our Tool of Trade

This cassette is in my stereo right now...



The death of Dolly Parton, 
the glitzy, glamorous Dolly Parton
 has tributes pouring in from those who knew her well, 
to those who met her once, unforgettably, 
to many of us who knew her simply through her
 face from album covers as she spilled, through her musical,
God given talent/gift song-shine into
the dark corners of  life!
Most tributes remember her love for people, life and Jesus.
From humble beginnings in a one room cabin in the Tennessee hills
to center stage, Dolly touched, moved, motivated 
and captured hearts through her
vivacious spirit and one-of-a-kind voice! 

A few personal Dolly favs, 
(more at the end of the post)











None of us knows when we will be called from this life to the next,
but today, through our own God-given talent and ability
we may also touch those we meet with love,
doing heartily all things to the Lord

Col.3:23-25
And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men,
knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance;
for[a] you serve the Lord Christ.
But he who does wrong will be repaid for what he has done,
and there is no partiality.

2 Cor.5:10
For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, 
so that each of us may receive what is due us 
for the things done while in the body, 
whether good or bad.


Whatever be our tool of trade to win our daily bread
In this new day the Lord has laid beneath and overhead
We all have this in common, dear; where ups and downs/smiles and frowns compete
 When life is through we will appear before Christ's judgement seat

Thus, whatever tools we employ in this world's diverse ranks
May we serve each other with joy and give God humble thanks
For each ability because, no matter what we have 
All life that is, will be or was begins with God who gave

...some till and plant, some buy and sell, some teach the gifted mind
Some treat the sick, some nurse the shell we all soon leave behind
Some sing, some cook, some feed the soul; that sacred Mystery
That will transcend time's transient toll for all eternity 

Whatever, in the vast array of tools of trade we wield
All that we think, do, say and pray, regardless of the field
Of expertise, we ought to toil with conscientious laud 
For both the sower and the soil begin and end with God

When we lay down our tools of trade, we will give account then
To He, by whom all things were made for His glory. Amen 
Oh pray, before it is too late, with mind, strength, soul and heart
We love and honour He who gave the tools to do our part

Janet Martin

Looks like today or tomorrow's tools of trade, for me
 will include tomatoes, onions and peppers!!














Tuesday, June 23, 2026

The Fruit of 'Ought' or With Harvest-hope in Mind

These flowers are still available from  Countryview Greenhouse
near the 'Alma' end of Well. Cty. RD 8,
in case your looking to tuck a bit of colour into a corner or border!
(bedding plants are 1/2 price!!)








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Heb. 2:1
Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed 
to the things which we have heard,
lest at any time we should let them slip.

Luke 18:1
And he spake a parable unto them to this end,
that men ought always to pray, and not to faint;

Rom.8:26
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness.
We do not know what we ought to pray for,
but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.

1 John 3:16
This is how we know what love is:
Jesus Christ laid down his life for us.
And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters.

1 John 4:11
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.

James 4:17
If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do
and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them.

Every farmer or gardener knows which seeds ought to be planted
 for a specific fruit to harvest...
Only if we sow as we ought
and tend as we ought
 can we hope as we ought.

Due to ample rain
gardens and fields in our part of Ontario
are beginning to burgeon with
fruit of harvest-hope!





and flowers!!








Sometimes we cannot reap because we do not sow to God
The yield of fruit for which we weep, we seek from fallow sod
The answered prayer for which we plead, cannot bear what we ask
Because we have not sown its seed or tended to its task 

Sometimes the good we ought to do we do not, but ignore
Obedience, and cater to a roaming lion's roar
Rather than giving earnest heed to the things we have heard
And confessing a thought or deed contrary to God's Word

When we approach the throne of grace, where faith finds hope and cheer
Until we see Him face to face; pray first for ears to hear
The still small Voice of He who does not err in His reply
Or bless unconfessed sin, because He so loves you and I 

Sometimes we know the Very Thing we ought to repent of;
The barrier to which we cling with stubborn, selfish love
Because we lack humility, or sorrow for our part
That drew Jesus to Calvary and broke His Father's heart  

Sometimes the 'fruit' for which I plead can never be, until
I recognize, then sow the seed of love's surrendered will
And toil, and till and tend faith's field with humble diligence
Until God's grants the promised yield of love's obedience 

Praise God from whom goodness and love flow without flaw or fail   
Praise Him that He is mindful of man's trouble and travail
Praise He who is faithful and true, compassionate and kind
He helps us sow as we ought to, with harvest-hope in mind

Janet Martin 

Today's poem was kindled/convicted largely by today's devotion...



Friday, June 19, 2026

Masterpiece of Memories

Time's moment-ous Tempo 
is composing a Masterpiece;
the piece we call Memories, 
The Piece returned to the Master when 
our gift called life is through.
This Piece is precious because


Each day's  'Memories' are piece of a priceless Masterpiece...

This poem 'happened' in part as I stood on my tippy-toes the other night
to hug 'my little boys', from bygone days;
 the older brothers just turned 20 & 17!
And 'little' brother is graduating from Grade 8!! 







Time composes a kind of hymn
With moments, as they glance and glim
Like notes in an arpeggio
Of highest high and lowest low
And as life's lyrics lilt and weep
As season-measures soar and sweep 
They draw from intangible keys
A Masterpiece called Memories

Time gathers in its rushing streams
The ebb and flowing throb of dreams
Where hope's immortal blossom spars
With petal-snow and falling stars
To spark a sentimental show
Of holding close and letting go
A ballad of spent harmonies;
This Masterpiece of Memories

Behold the beauty of today
Hark! where nuances wait to play
Ah, feel the reel as rhythms roll 
From touch and taste to heart and soul
A holy toll that tunes a hymn
As laughter and tears glance and glim
As burden and blessing increase
Mortal's Memory-Masterpiece

Life is a gift; each melody
Part of a Greater Harmony
Of precision and dissonance
Of decision and recompense
Of petals settled where they fall
Of 'nothing new' Original
And ungraspable as a breeze
Life's Masterpiece of Memories

Before today melts in the breach
Of moments slipping beyond reach
Before its melodies are set
In Bygone's changeless pirouette 
Let's do our kind and humble part
To make Today a Work of Art
Before God wills Time's Tempo stilled
Of life's memories, Master-willed

Janet Martin

Ps.92:12
So teach us to number our days,
That we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Thursday, May 21, 2026

Call of Beauty

In answering love's call of 'duty'
we are given opportunity to
to turn it into a call of beauty!

Serving one another in love;
is there anything on earth more beautiful than this?!
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, 
I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, 
and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
 and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains,
 but have not love, I am nothing.
 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,
 and though I give my body [a]to be burned, 
but have not love, it profits me nothing.
 1 Cor.13:1-3

Jesus came, not to be served, but to serve
and give his life as a ransom for many! (Matt.20:28)
We have a perfect example of love from Him.
What a privilege, each new day
to heed life's call of Beauty!

Eccles.12:13
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:
Fear God, and keep his commandments:
for this is the whole duty of man.

John 13:34-35
A new commandment I give you: Love one another. 
As I have loved you, so you also must love one another. 
35By this everyone will know that you are My disciples, 
if you love one another.”

Today's call of beauty will be spring cleaning with my sisters
at our mom and dad's house 💕🙏
I'm on for bringing the salad for lunch 😋



Each new day bears upon its pier of grace and love and light
Fresh opportunity to cheer each other on life's way
To be the hands and feet of He who taught us what is right
And bids the likes of you and me to trust Him and obey 

Each new day spreads a welkin wing of Refuge overhead
And ushers to love's suffering, God's kind mercy renewed
The riches of His promises will minister to dread
Arousing hymns of happiness in hearts of gratitude 

Each new day sweet and kindly grants Duty's/Beauty's replenished call
A shiny, like-a-new-bike-chance to try and try again
To serve God in all that we do, however great or small
To labour with love, meek and true and glad honour. Amen 

Each new day, like a trumpet hails; pray, how will we reply
To God, whose favor never fails as faith its need confides
Whose might equips us for the task; tis up to you and I 
To look to Him and humbly ask; He faithfully provides

Love's call of beauty sometimes appears common and mundane
Because it looks like duty lacking luster or appeal
But love turns duty's plain disguise to living's greatest gain
Transforming what would otherwise depend on how we feel 

Janet Martin

Seems we go from dusk to dawn in a wink....







Wednesday, April 29, 2026

The One Thing No One Else Can Do


Without trouble, honestly, how much would we think to pray?!!
In our human nature/weakness we forget, 
or judge wrongly, the purpose of 'trouble'.
When we see someone suffer we want to ease 
their suffering and even remove it if possible!
 so we try to help each other the best we can.
 But if we were able to remove the trial then
 we/they would never discover the wonders of God's private ministry and fellowship
 to our souls as we learn the humility of deeper trust and looser grips...

I cannot live your life or learn your lessons,
nor you mine!
But oh joy, we can cheer each other on
and not learn alone!

Romans 15:1
We who are strong ought to bear with the shortcomings of the weak
 and not to please ourselves.

1 Thessalonians 5:14
And we urge you, brothers, to admonish the unruly, 
encourage the fainthearted, 
help the weak, and be patient with everyone.


Galatians 6:2
Carry one another’s burdens,
 and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.



Though side by side we walk life’s road and share love’s creature cares
Through helping hands or words to goad the faith that authors prayers
Though we may commune, heart to heart and weep with holy plea
Nobody else can do the part that God assigned to me

Only my ears can hear His voice, only my heart reply
I am the owner of my choice; the merchant of my sigh
No matter what the cause may be that kindles praise or rue
You cannot pray my prayers for me nor I your prayers for you

I account for the words I say and you account for yours
Only my feet can walk the way that God alone secures
I, but a speck amidst the roar pressed to eternity
Yet, no one else can answer for the life God granted me

I am the trav’ler of the route God’s perfect purpose drew
I am the reaper of the fruit I glean from seeds I strew
I weather, come whatever may, the passage to the goal
And I alone choose ‘yay’ or ‘nay’ to He who saves the soul

Though side by side we walk life’s road of common day-to-day
And do our best to humbly goad and cheer us on our way
Though we may shoulder trouble’s strife and mingle mortal pleas
We, by God’s grace each live the life that He alone decrees

Janet Martin



Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Balancing Life's Ledger


"The man who would truly know God must give time to Him."
- A.W. Tozer


Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass 
under trees on a summer's day,
listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky,
is by no means a waste of time.”
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life


Right now 'us daughters' are helping mom sort through Things,
as they prepare to downsize in the next year.
Recently mom showed me an old ledger 
where every dollar spent was recorded and accounted for.
I couldn't help but wonder what another Ledger looks like
that God will open and show me every moment spent,
recorded and accounted/accountable for!

Oh! God help me be mindful of
the gravity and goodness in the Gift of a new day!
Forgive my fumbles and failures and let 
your sufficient grace be my hope and delight,
(for) with you there is forgiveness, 
 so that we can, with reverence, serve you. Ps.130:4

Ps.51:10-12 KJV
Create in me a clean heart, O God; 
and renew a right spirit within me.
 Cast me not away from thy presence;
 and take not thy holy spirit from me.
 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; 
and uphold me with thy free spirit.


Lord, I don't want to emulate
The pace that seems to dominate
The human race with breathless chase
That falls prey to dusk's dust and dew
But still, while morn-to-evening tolls
I want to strive to lovely goals
And recognize the holy prize
That gleams where morning hails anew

I want to work with willing hands
Not shirking what duty demands
Yet not dictate so strict a gait
I cannot pause to stand and stare
Aware of Whose Evidence brims
In awesome, unparalleled hymns
In every hue-commanding view 
That every new season lays bare    

How sorry, never to afford
An hour to spend with You, Lord
In Your Good Book or by a brook
Or on a hill, where zephyrs loll 
Else, in my trek from dawn till dark
Prosperity misses its mark
As I pay heed, with frugal creed 
To the body, but not the soul 

I want to take stock of the clock
That gives and takes with tick by tock
Aware of He who holds Time's key
Before eternity; to ken
With open eyes and arms and heart
The beauty of each day's fresh start
To weigh, then choose, then kindly use
This gift the Lord has made. Amen

Janet Martin





Ps.118: 19-21, 24-29
Open to me the gates of righteousness;
I will go through them,
And I will praise the Lord.
 This is the gate of the Lord,
Through which the righteous shall enter.

 I will praise You,
For You have answered me,
And have become my salvation.

This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.

Save now, I pray, O Lord;
O Lord, I pray, send now prosperity.
 Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!
We have blessed you from the house of the Lord.
 God is the Lord,
And He has given us light;
Bind the sacrifice with cords to the horns of the altar.
 You are my God, and I will praise You;
You are my God, I will exalt You.

 Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!
For His mercy endures forever.


Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Life Matters, A Life that Matters or Life-matters

As we contemplate the culmination of 
what may seem commonplace at first glance...







...may the light of eternity waken us to the sacred matter
of what matters most, and how ultimately 
nothing is commonplace, when
lived with love for the glory of God!

A Life That Matters ; (click link)
isn't that what we all desire?!
To matter; To be needed and loved!
And what irony; the desire to be needed and loved, to matter,
is met as we meet another's need with love.

The link above helped inspire today's poem, as well as
an excerpt from an update letter from one of our missionaries
 who led a team of students on a short-term ministering-trip.
One of the students, after thanking those who prayed for him/them
shared that he is so excited to see where the Lord will lead him
' Even though I am no longer in (said country),
I still plan to be a disciple of God
and hope to help share the good news
with as many people in my life as I can."

What a beautiful reminder about what truly matters, 
as we desire to live a life that matters,
and ultimately to exalt as Paul did!

Life is lent; its gifted measure
More than sums/crumbs of birthday cake 
 Time is a temporal treasure
With eternity at stake 

Today's gifted moment-matter
Matters more than we can see
As the seeds of reply scatter
Settling in eternity 

In the grave matter of living
No one can afford to hate/wait
Today is ripe for love's giving
Tomorrow may be too late

Come, let's make the most of moments
And the matter they compose
Before death's impending summons
Ushers in life's curtain-close 

Let's run life's race with endurance
Honouring what matters most
Let's rely on the assurance
Of worth only faith can boast

What lies behind none can alter
But do not despair, my friend
Mercy's fountain does not falter  
Today we can change the end

Every life matters; its treasure
More than fool's gold or bold jest
Pray the merit of its measure
Makes its matter worth our best 

Because after this life's fleetness
After earth's mortal sojourn
We will meet with the completeness 
Of eternity's return 

Pray, we put our faith in Jesus
For this matters most of all
Because only Jesus frees us
From the curse of mankind's fall

Thank God for salvation's story
Thank Him for love's shameless boast 
Through His power, for His glory
He grants us what matters most 

Janet Martin

Rom.14:7-13
 (read the whole glorious chapter HERE)

7For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself. 
8For if we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. 
Therefore, whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s. 
9For to this end Christ died [b]and rose and lived again, 
that He might be Lord of both the dead and the living. 
10But why do you judge your brother?
 Or why do you show contempt for your brother? 
For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of [c]Christ.
  11For it is written:
“As I live, says the Lord,
Every knee shall bow to Me,
And every tongue shall confess to God.”
12So then each of us shall give account of himself to God. 
13Therefore let us not judge one another [d]anymore, 
but rather resolve this, 
not to put a stumbling block or a cause to fall in our brother’s way.



Monday, March 23, 2026

If We Make Christ our Master


For me, one of the takeaway applications of yesterday morning's message
Choose your master/Master or your master will choose you!
The speaker also reminded /encouraged us with this;
If we make Christ our Master and mission
day by day, the end will take care of itself;
We will be able to be faithful to the end
and echo the words of Paul in
2 Tim.4:7
" I have fought the good fight,
I have finished the race,
I have kept the faith."

So thank You Lord, for a new morning filled with new mercies!
Lam.3:22-23

Lord, because no one can serve two masters (Matt.6:24)
 help us choose You!





If we make Christ our Master we will fix our eyes on Him
Not mine, but Thine the Kingdom, power and glory. Amen

If we make Christ our Master He will passion's zeal persuade
To seek His kingdom first and not vain treasures that will fade

If we make Christ our Master then, we will hallow His name
And reverence and fear the One who bore our sin and shame

If we make Christ our Master we will trust Him and obey
Knowing sorry disaster waits where Self demands its say

If we make Christ our Master we will be misunderstood
As we reject this world's appeal for Heaven's Greater Good

If we make Christ our Master worship commands a great price
Each day will be an altar, Self will be the sacrifice 

It we make Christ our Master; He, The Way, the Truth, the Life
Will lead in paths of righteousness and fit us for its strife 

If we make Christ our Master, Holy power will prevail
His armour equips us to withstand evils that assail

If we make Christ our Master we will never walk alone
His rod and staff will comfort all who make His will their own

If we make Christ our Master life will be no Easy Street
And mean will seem the Potter's Wheel as faith and sight compete

If we make Christ our Master, then, whatever may befall
When we behold Him we will know the fight was worth it all 

If we make Christ our Master, focus/motive will be realigned 
And as it is He help us love Him heart, soul, strength and mind

If we make Christ our Master, then the Best is yet to come
Death's solemn due, the doorway to Eternity with Him

The lordship of Me-Myself-I, mines deeps of futile yen
If we make Christ our Master He will satisfy. Amen 

Janet Martin