Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2025

Sometimes, Only When We're Broken...

Until we come to God without any agenda but  'Thy will be done',
comfort cannot begin...

There is nothing like assembling at a graveside
to stir hearts to set priorities into proper perspective...

Much prayerful reflection and contemplation today,
following Cliff's funeral yesterday...
Cliff mentioned HERE



Sometimes sad failure tries to fool me into thinking all is lost
Sometimes love's sorrow comes to school me in lessons I do not want
Sometimes unknowns could make me tremble like a little leaf, wind-tossed
Because impending storms assemble; till I hear above fear's taunt
'Come'

Sometimes, when looking back at struggles, at 'faith's substance' scarred and bent  
Sometimes its weathered tears and troubles forge a gladder countenance 
Because the heart has grown more tender through love's groaning lessons lent
Wakening a once Thoughtless/thankless Spender to Mercy's extravagance 
'Come' 

Fresh courage commits to be braver in the aftermath of loss
Desire's goals seem to grow graver in the shadow of Time's lease 
And dread, that Noose to joy and laughter pales beneath love's suffered cross
 The gentle, scarred Hands of the Grafter, entitles His Masterpiece
'Come' 

Sometimes a tempest-ravaged garden seems a picture of despair 
Where painful pruning veils the guerdon; because such is faith's veneer 
Hark! a sweet, sweet word is spoken like an answer to all prayer
And sometimes, only when we're broken are we still enough to hear 
'Come'

Sometimes, then in the bowed beholding, at a graveside's solemn pose 
As we witness the final folding of dust-to-dust's snuffed façade 
Sometimes then, far from the mad hunger for plunder that death foregoes  
We can hear the silence thunder with the loving voice of God 
'Come' 

Janet Martin 💔🙏

Matt.11:28-29
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; 
for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
 
Matt.14:22-33
And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship,
 and to go before him unto the other side, 
while he sent the multitudes away.
  23And when he had sent the multitudes away, 
he went up into a mountain apart to pray: 
and when the evening was come, he was there alone.
  24But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: 
for the wind was contrary.
  25And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, 
walking on the sea.
  26And when the disciples saw him walking on the sea,
 they were troubled, saying,
 It is a spirit; and they cried out for fear. 
27But straightway Jesus spake unto them, saying,
  Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.

28And Peter answered him and said,
 Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. 
29And he said, Come
And when Peter was come down out of the ship,
 he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. 
30But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid;
 and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. 
31And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him,
  O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?
32And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased. 
33Then they that were in the ship came and worshipped him, saying, 
Of a truth thou art the Son of God.
















Monday, February 24, 2025

Behold The Comforter



John 14:18
I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.




Grief is not all that it appears
Beyond the part we see
Of loss and farewell’s flowing tears
And mourning’s misery
Beyond the appearance of gloom
Sorrow holds out a key
For a Door to an Inner Room
Where Divine Sympathy
Unveils the fulfilled promise of
Mankind’s Deliverer
Behold, God’s outstretched arms of love
Behold, the Comforter

© Janet Martin

Rev.3:20
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. 
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, 
I will come in to him and dine with him,
 and he with Me.

Friday, January 17, 2025

Sorrow's Sweet Surprise

I came across this photo of us sisters in much care-freer childhood days...
From left to right...
Marlene, Carolyn, Cheryl, Lucy and Janet 💝

Because today marks four months since Lucy's death,
it also marks four months of God's abiding comfort and strength,
and four months of being drawn ever nearer to His
everlasting love...

I'm sharing today and tomorrow's devotion 
because they minister profoundly to all who are traveling
through trouble and sorrow...




I shared the verses below on yesterday's post but I didn't 'unpack' them...

Matt. 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles,
so that we can comfort those in any trouble
with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.


Often in ways we would not choose
When love unfolds grief's solemn hues
We find, in sorrow's somber length
The God of all comfort and strength

Often, when disappointments test
The hopes and dreams now laid to rest
We find in sorrow's bitter tear
The God of all comfort is near

And often when (lest we despair)
We pour out broken hearts in prayer 
We find to sorrow's sweet surprise
The God of all comfort replies

We find  'no longer I, but Christ'
As hopes and dreams are sacrificed
We find, as sorrow bows the head 
The God of all comfort instead 

Whose compassion is new each morn
Who comforts mourners, sorrow-worn
Through troubles we would never choose
God ministers with Heaven's hues

© Janet Martin 

And a BIG P.S.

Prayer updates!
Remember the people you prayed for HERE
and HERE?

Our friends had a wonderful trip in spite of the initial disappointment;
not as originally planned but in place of original plans 💖🙏

...and thanks be to God,
 the family who was looking for a home has found one!
Thank-you all for your help and prayers!




Thursday, January 16, 2025

Like Raindrops on a Garden

Roses in waiting...




A few glimpses at today's inspiration
Thanks to devotions from the book Consolation
 mentioned HERE


Matt. 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.


2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
 the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 
 who comforts us in all our troubles, 
so that we can comfort those in any trouble 
with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

***

Forbid sorrow's tears should harden the plot where thought's power flows
But like raindrops on a garden, let it grow compassion's rose
Let their sacred torrent soften the places not tender yet
Let it seep to deeps that often we ignore, secrete, forget 

Forbid grief to blind perception as love's bitter dregs we taste
Or to wallow in depression like a garden laid to waste
But to shoulder sorrow's anguish like a soldier of the cross
Rather than flounder or languish in a labyrinth of loss

Forbid sorrow's reason reckons, only earth-side's view, so dim
Never hearing He who beckons mourners to call/fall upon Him
Never growing in Grief's Garden anything but hopeless gloom
Letting sorrow's teardrops harden the plot where roses would/could/should bloom 

Our Father, up in Heaven, hallowed be Thy perfect Name
Pray, through sorrow we are driven to the One from whence we came
Pray, through grief our eyes are opened to Time's Very Fleeting Nod
Till our grip on earth is loosened by a tighter hold on God 

Who can understand our suff'ring better than God, rich in love 
He who through Sin's Final off'ring left no merit yet to prove 
 He who purchased our pardon and bore sorrow's climax knows
Tears, like raindrops on a garden, are but watering Love's Rose  

© Janet Martin 

Also inspired by today's Daily Bread devotion HERE 









Monday, January 13, 2025

When the Cares of Life/Love Encumber...

The word 'hope' unless it is anchored
firm and secure in God's promises
is nothing but a puff of air as it passes
through our lips...





Isa.26:3-4
You will keep him in perfect peace,
Whose mind is stayed on You,
Because he trusts in You.
4Trust in the Lord forever,
For in Yah, the Lord,
 is [b]everlasting strength.

Isaiah 35:3
Strengthen the limp hands and steady the feeble knees!


Job 4:3-4
Surely you have instructed many, 
and have strengthened their feeble hands. 
 Your words have steadied those who stumbled; 
you have braced the knees that were buckling.

***

When the cares of life encumber
When we know not how to cope
He who keeps us does not slumber
But anoints each breath with hope

When a sense of Want oppresses
When faith's enemies accrue
He who satisfies and blesses 
Abides, trustworthy and true

When the brunt of circumstances
Comminutes faith's mustard seed
Our God, rich in mercy grants us
Grace, sufficient for the need

When the Red/Dread Sea rolls before us
And behind, evil hordes prey 
He whose gaze does not ignore us
Will not fail to make a way

When our prayer is but a stammer
  From lips, stripped of eloquence
God, our gracious Interpreter 
Hears the tear and understands 

When the cares of love encumber
When earth's best is bound to fail
He who never sleeps or slumbers
Anchors Hope within the gale

Janet Martin






Ps. 121

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.


Saturday, January 4, 2025

Chariots of Fire

Ps.139:1-6

O LORD, You have searched me

and known me.

2You know when I sit and when I rise;

You understand my thoughts from afar.

3You search out my path and my lying down;

You are aware of all my ways.

4Even before a word is on my tongue,

You know all about it, O LORD.

5You hem me in behind and before;

You have laid Your hand upon me.

6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain.


Daylight rolled across the earth
like chariots of fire...






... before clouds obliterated the gold with gray


...but, gold or gray, the Giver of Today is The Same; good!

(Click linked lines for scripture passages)

How much more difficult appears the day
How darker with despair looms the unknown
How readily fresh courage slips away
When we forget that we are not alone

When we forget God's precious promises
But send an Advocate to be your friend

And to the Higher Rock my goodness girds

I am the Lord; the God of all mankind

...too lofty to attain with mortal ken
Dear child of mine, let not dread's thought conspire
As I am with you now, I will be then

© Janet Martin


 Eric Liddell's story inspired the epic piece of music Chariots of Fire!


 

We, followers of God, are all in a race, not so dissimilar to Eric Liddell's;
called to stand for convictions founded in the Word of God,
no matter what the cost.

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Save This...or, Hope's Courage




What inspired today's poem?

A mishap, to a friend/church family member 
who took his family on a long anticipated trip to the other side of the world,
to visit his sister's family for  Christmas, and in the first week broke his leg in two places,
placing him in a hospital four hours away...
please pray that by some miracle he and his wife can join their families for Christmas!

A message of praise from a family in our church-family who has endured
a journey of sickness and the death of a grandchild...

A family in our neighborhood who is learning grueling trust-lessons

SO many sick and suffering in our circle of friends and family...

SO many sorrowing in our neighbourhood and beyond...

So many seeking answers to questions like
'What is truth?'
'God, are you there?'


In deep disappointments that vex well-laid plan
In struggles no mortal evades
In sorrows that teach us to love while we can
Before opportunity fades
In trials we suffer of sickness and pain
Beneath love's long burdens of care
May we find hope's courage we cannot explain
Save this; someone's answer to prayer

Janet 🙏

“Ask and it will be given to you; 
seek and you will find; 
knock and the door will be opened to you.

God is our refuge and strength,
 an ever-present help in trouble.



Thursday, December 5, 2024

When Love's Fresh Waves of Sorrow Roll...

As soon as I shift my gaze from the 'joy still set before', sorrow is too hard to bear.
As soon as I forget the Hope Christ came to earth to restore, Grief would drive me to despair
But as I think upon the goodness and mercy of One who suffered in all ways, as we
Sorrow, hope-stunned becomes the humble partaker of Love's Divine Sympathy 

Seems without trouble, sickness and sorrow
How often would haste the day
Filled with hopes and dreams of tomorrow
With never a thought to (truly, humbly) pray

The other day my friend who also owns this book
Every Moment Holy,  mentioned HERE
drew my attention to these pages...
(I could have highlighted every line!)


So many thoughtful friends send messages of sympathy and prayer,
stunning my broken heart with hope and joy
Thank-you to everyone who has helped introduce my heart
to fresh waves of inexpressible joy...

When love's fresh waves of sorrow roll
With renewed force, through heart and soul
When tug of warring thoughts compete
Between the bitter and the sweet
When worlds of retrospect replay
The words we wish we still could say
When 'missing you' becomes a prayer
Of tears that we can hardly bear
When anguish like a vortex, reels
Through rooms, one cannot see, but feels

When ragged longing dearly yearns
For that which death never returns
When we wonder what we can do
To reconcile love's 'missing you'
God, who is merciful and kind
Bids us to come to Him and find
His comfort for Want, sorrow-torn/worn
His promises bless those who mourn
When love's fresh waves of grief deploy
God's hope alone stuns grief with joy 

He ministers His perfect peace
As humble, fervent prayers increase
As sorrow's searing tempests toll
He counts the teardrops of the soul
And ushers into love's embrace
Hope's hallowed glimpses of His face
Heaven on earth is undeterred
And mountains moved through a kind word
And faith, frayed, wounded is made whole 
When love's fresh waves of sorrow roll 

  © Janet Martin
 

1 Pet.1:3-9 BSB
This first week of advent we meditate on hope...
Re-sharing a treasured passage of scripture

A Living Hope

3Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!
By His great mercy He has given us new birthb into a living hope
through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
4and into an inheritance that is imperishable,
undefiled, and unfading, reserved in heaven for you,
5who through faith are shielded by God’s power
for the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.
6In this you greatly rejoice,
though now for a little while you may
 have had to suffer grief in various trials
7so that the proven character of your faith—
more precious than gold,
which perishes even though refined by fire—
may result in praise, glory, and honor
 at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
8Though you have not seen Him, you love Him;
and though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him
and rejoice with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
9now that you are receiving the goal of your faith,
the salvation of your souls.


(for my dear, sweet sister Lucy)



Thursday, November 7, 2024

After You...

Yesterday and today's beauty beg for a Dear Lucy bit o' poem...

Dear Lucy💔💖

How bittersweet to sit at your kitchen table
without you bustling about,
pouring tea and serving far more food
 than one could possibly eat!!
But, seeing you in your daughter
sweetened the bitter ache of missing you so...

Lucy's kitchen window yesterday,
like a framed work of God-art!



Dear Lucy

There will still be love and laughter
Time will still fling wide dawn's door
But death leaves life, ever after
Never like it was before

There will still be hills/thrills and hollows
Much to chase and much to choose
But no matter what still follows
No one will quite fill your shoes

There will still be dreams and dances
Across Mercy's ballroom floor
But a lifetime of fresh chances
Cannot grant what was before

There will still be grace-bent gladness
Memories, precious and new
But, not without pangs of sadness
That death left in place of you

There will still be love and laughter
Hopes to seize and joys to claim
But no matter what comes after
Nothing will be quite the same

Love always,
Janet


View from your driveway...




Friday, November 1, 2024

Grief-frames

Happy 82nd Birthday, dear Mom born Nov.1, 1942
(photo credit on this post goes to my sister Marlene)


Yesterday, at my mother's annual birthday tea-party
the presence of each other seemed more treasured,
 our love more tender than ever before,
in the light of grief...



My mom asked if she could host it
(for the first time ever) in what has been a tradition
for SO many years!
If Lucy were here I could count on her to remember
when it started, who hosted it
and maybe even what she was wearing and
if/who she was pregnant with...
😅😂💖
She had an incredible memory!! 

Because mom hosted it, Dad could enjoy the celebration too 💝
(although we have another one on Sunday that includes our men as well)



Grief ebbs, then rushes in like a billow, invisible
It rolls through heart and soul with staggering intensity
It strips us of all pretense; Love's most severe crucible
As God, who IS love, tries the Part that He alone can see

Grief sends us on a journey we would never choose to take
Around and 'round a gaping void, veiled by façades, skin-thin
It winds heartstrings through phantom frames where echoes tug and ache
Woven from moments not unlike the moments we are in

Grief moans like autumn's lonely wind through woodlands, leaf-bereft
It sobs, like summer, silenced by its sum of Season-sand
From detonated dreamlands, it examines what is left
Sifting through drifts of rubble diamond-dust, where once Love laughed and planned

Grief teaches us to live with an 'if the Lord wills' regard
To love as if Today could be the last for you or me  
It stirs holier handling of dawn's invitation card
Because Today does not come with a Morrow-guarantee  

Grief metes Love's Must; relentless thrust of waves, dash-crash-recede 
Then, with renewed velocity, returns with wrenching pains 
To wander rooms, once full of Innocence we did not heed
Where now his/her essence of presence, like a shadow remains

Grief takes us to the arms of friends and family so dear
And it is no coincidence, it drives us to our knees
To draw us to The Sacred Solace of God's list'ning ear 
*And glimpses to the Inner Room of Heaven's Mysteries/Sympathies

Janet 💔🙏

The verses below comfort me constantly,
as I lift my wordless groans to God's intercession

Rom.8:26-27
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. 
 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, 
because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people 
in accordance with the will of God.

Below, yesterday's timely and profound devotion
from the book Streams in the Desert, Vol.1
(* this devotion articulates splendidly, the last line in today's poem)




While I was working on this post
a friend sent me these words...
She is mourning the loss of a friend who passed away this week.
"God is so gracious and so tender,
 even though we might never get the ‘why’ on this side of heaven."
Thank-you, Joanne!
(Her friend was released from a brave battle with ALS)

And last but not least...
My mom with her salt and pepper shaker collection
200+ pairs!

Yesterday she invited each of us to choose a pair,
before she gives her grandchildren the opportunity to do the same


I chose these Siamese cats.
They have lived in my mother's china hutch since
before I was born.
From her friend Mary (Mrs. Abner Martin)

My two 'little sisters' enjoying their choices!
Lucy was the middle sister...



Friday, October 25, 2024

Sorrow-School



Today I spent an afternoon with two of Lucy's friends,
(one I knew by name only, the same way she knew me,)
and we shared our love for Lucy midst laughter and tears.

This week my heart was torn every which way but loose...
so many beautiful people from near and far
touched my life with visits, texts, messages, flowers,
phone calls, cards, songs, treats, meals, hugs and prayers

The beautiful outpouring of sympathy and comfort
brings to sorrow, joy 💔🙏

Meanwhile, I am struck anew by the circle of life...
While we mourn, babies are born.
Let's take none of it for granted!

I shared this song awhile ago but it deserves a re-listen...




We cannot brush grief’s ache away like a stray lock of hair
No words exist that can allay the angst that love must bear
But as we mourn we learn of joys through loss alone unfurled
How Sorrow raises Comforters from all across the world

How, hope is like an angel that we glimpse in friendships sweet
How love, though bruised and battered does not succumb to defeat
How life is worth the living, even with love’s scars we earn
How in the taking God is always giving in return

How, if He asked, we would refuse what Reason holds at bay
While lessons we would never choose steal our breath away
With love, unhindered by façades we too often employ   
As students in the School of Sorrow are surprised by joy

© Janet Martin

Here are a few songs that cheered me on this week,
shared by thoughtful friends 

Made For More Josh Baldwin  (feat. Jenn Johnson)






Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Like a Butterfly...(or, Beneath a Beaming Breadth of Sky)


How sacredly grief keens awareness 
to the preciousness of 
what we sometimes call Ordinary.
How it stuns us, as we realize 
it is Love!
and, what we once considered 'little things' 
are in reality the big things;
the hymn of touch, 
a smile, a hug, a card, a bloom,
a handshake, 'hello', a child, a chick,
an autumn afternoon,
a cup of tea, a meal and 'small-talk' shared, 
a breath-prayer, a holy pause
to marvel at God's infinite supply of mercies 
and then to thank Him, because
no matter what was or will be
He loves and cares for you and me 

***
It's so hard to accurately describe the beauty
of compassion from family, neighbors and friends;
 how your/their tender love strangely sweetens 
sorrow's most bitter parts
Thank-you to each and every one of you
as you remind/teach me anew
 1 Cor. 13:13
And now these three remain: 
faith, hope and love. 
But the greatest of these is love.

***

Love never fails;
it turns heart-wrenching loss
into a startling gift
we would never choose
or know;
a gift, God-breathed to heal
grief's brutal wounds
as love's tears flow...

***

Ps.147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

***
Isa.52:7
How beautiful on the mountains (or in a barnyard) 
are the feet of those who bring good news, 
who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, 
who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, 
“Your God reigns!”


These youngsters (blurred to protect privacy)
 overflowed with sympathy, questions and conversation
at the farm where I buy our fresh-as-they-come eggs
(often they run to gather them, still warm with the touch of God!)


SO many gentle moments to cherish...





Beneath a beaming breadth of sky
Life feels like a cheek, kissed
As Time wafts, like a butterfly
To bygone’s croft of mist
As joy and sorrow’s interplay
Composes Bittersweet
Arrangements, strewn like petal-fray
That flutters to the street
Where Fleeting Footfalls thrum and fade
Through seasons come, to pass
Like subtle arpeggios played
On keys of breeze and grass
Where children romp, their innocence
Cradles oblivion
To the brute strength of mere moments
Ever-so-deftly spun
Like threads, into a work of art
As tears and laughter meld
Love’s precious glints of heart-to-heart
That we so briefly held
Beneath a beaming breadth of sky
Where Today/lifetimes seem/s so small
As we waft like a butterfly
Toward Dusk’s shadow fall

Beneath a beaming breadth of sky
By faith we humbly hear
God, kindly whisper, 'here am I
To catch each falling tear'


© Janet Martin

My neighbour, walking from her house to mine, bringing last night's supper 💝



and last but not least
this morning's kind reminder devotion from the book
Springs in the Valley by Mrs. Chas E. Cowman