On Taking Fear Captive So We are Not Its Slave...

We demolish arguments and every pretension

 that sets itself up against the knowledge of God,

 and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ ...

2 Cor.10:5

Every so often I need to listen to this song 

because there are a LOT of 'what if's/fears that could hound/torment us!

Fear can be a hounding beast

Blinds us to God’s mercy-feast

Binds us to a yoke of dread

Makes hope feel heavy as lead

Keeps us from faith’s flying leap

Shackles us with doubt’s defeat

Cumbers us with load of care

Numbs us to the peace of prayer

Takes us captive lest we know

Faithful Words whereby we go

Makes us slaves, a faithless fraud

Instead of servants to God

Hold the hand that wears Love's Scars

Touch the hem that heals our hearts

When fear's hounding hellions rile

Turn the other cheek, (faith) and smile

© Janet Martin

 For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.

2 Tim.1:7

Fear or Trust?

 

"Wow!" I remarked to Victoria as I saw the 'cold that just won't quit' this morning

and turned the furnace back farther as it rumbled to life in mid-June...

"I don't know what we will do if orchards, fields and gardens fail! 

We always count on them to refill empty bins, freezers and jars!"

The garden shivers and struggles to grow...

(but, the seeds are in which is more than some can say)

Those days we pause to contemplate

The ‘what if’ that is not so great

Beyond the scope we commandeer

Then we must choose twixt trust or fear

The future is a fragile fringe

Upon which hope and heartache hinge

Its ‘wait and see’ wafts like star-dust

All we can do is fear or trust

We owe God everything we have

He owes us nothing; for He gave

The best He had to save the lost

Man’s greatest gain His greatest cost

So, though we do not know what waits

Beyond heart-harboured garden gates

The best we can achieve, my dear

Is to let trust out-muster fear

And offer up to He who grants

Far more than favors wrought by chance

(Lest with our fat cheeks stuffed with food

We forget to pray like we should)

…a heart that hungers to embrace

The Author of mercy and grace

And appeal to Love’s gracious ear

That He would help us trust, not fear

© Janet Martin

 In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; 

 let me never be ashamed: 

deliver me in thy righteousness.

Psalm 31:1 KJV


 But I trust in you, LORD; I say, "You are my God."
Psalm 31:14 NIV

 Psalm 18:2
The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;
my God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

Then You Will Fly

PAD Challenge day 15; For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem.

 For the sake of what might be...try!

(that's what I tell myself when fear-demons jeer, sneer and leer) 

Fear will paralyze the Poem

Close your eyes and feel the Light

Let the Author of ink-oceans

Fit the Fledgling for the flight

Trust a leap of faith to paper

Bear the dare to share the art

Sometimes the pen is a saber

Carving courage from the heart

Steal the breath of death’s bystander

Seal this tender touch of time

With the tempo of tamed banter

Into mementos of rhyme

Beauty begs for recognition  

Brush the bruises from your sigh

Brave the height of inhibition

To know what it is to fly

© Janet Martin

Because Sometimes The Climb Looks Scary...

 No longer a slave to fear; what a way to live!

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. 

I do not give to you as the world gives. 

Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 14:27

We attended a fund-raiser dinner on Sat. night for Power To Change

"No more fear, only freedom", testified one student who put his faith in Jesus!

One of many testimonies from students who came to Jesus through students committed to tell others about about the living hope and eternal life we can only find in Jesus
 and then also connect them, through Power to Change with fellow-believers.

Uncurl that fist of fear, my dear

Where morning rends the dark

Where Light and love are always near

And never miss its mark

Where hope is more than a barred door

Or trays heaped with star-dust

Where faith believes and then receives

God’s peace, in Whom we trust

Where what we love the most we prove

Through what makes us rejoice

And oft uttered without a word

With fool-proof voice of choice

Uncurl that fist of fear, my dear

The Hand from whence days brim

If we reach up will kindly cup

The faith we lift to Him

© Janet Martin

 PAD Challenge day one; Write a morning poem

Chance to Dance...?

God is a Perfect Dance-partner. 

With His arms around us He'll catch us when we fall, every time!

Looks like we'll be dancin' the Salsa for a day or two😏

Wings of wonder

Weight of woe

Which will be the ‘way we go’?

Trust or worry

Faith or fear

It is up to us, my dear

Circumstance

Is but The Chance

To drag our feet,
Or dance

© Janet Martin