Showing posts with label thankfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thankfulness. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2025

To Life, So Rich With Lovely Things



There is an incalculable silver lining to sorrow!
It reawakens us to life's wealth of joys
overflowing from God's fount of blessing! 

Our personal 'wealth' may differ in the details
but the Hand that grants it is

Ps.65:8 
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.

A friendly book, a cup of tea...


The glory of heavens run wild...



The beauty of mother and child...



Each gear that turns the working world...
(are you ever blown away by how vital every single 'gear'
of the working world is?!!)







This life is rich with lovely things
The fount from which fresh morning rings...



This life is rich with lovely things
The fount from which fresh morning rings
As earth emerges, soft and still
To perch upon my window sill

A friendly book, a cup of tea
The precious gift of you-and-me
The humble happiness we feel
For handstitched quilt, or homecooked meal

The balmy breeze that melts the snow
The warm handshake to say ‘hello’
The smile across a crowded room
The bud instilled with perfect bloom

A front porch splashed with spring sunshine
A color-kindled laundry line
The glory of heavens run wild
The beauty of mother and child

The lamb that leaps in verdant mead 
That hand that doth the kindly deed
The laws of nature, undeterred  
The power of a gentle word  

Each fear in faith’s banner unfurled
Each gear that turns the working world
Each upsy-daisy where we fell
Each brook that tunes the sylvan dell

The green of youth, the sage of age
The thrill that fills the empty page
With lure of lyrics, wild and free
(The poet’s sweet insanity)

…for time and ink are not enough
Where the inventory of love
Pray, stirs a constant, conscious laud
For blessings from our gracious God

For unchartered, uncharted ‘new’
For common wealth of Task to Do
For much to touch and taste and learn
From Time's momentous no-return

Forbid, lest care our visage dims
We stumble on a vault that brims
With wonderment, God's goodness brings
To life, so rich with lovely things

© Janet Martin

Psalm 65
Praise awaits[b] you, our God, in Zion;
to you our vows will be fulfilled.
2 You who answer prayer,
to you all people will come.
3 When we were overwhelmed by sins,
you forgave[c] our transgressions.
4 Blessed are those you choose
and bring near to live in your courts!
We are filled with the good things of your house,
of your holy temple.

5 You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
and of the farthest seas,
6 who formed the mountains by your power,
having armed yourself with strength,
7 who stilled the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves,
and the turmoil of the nations.
8 The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.

9 You care for the land and water it;
you enrich it abundantly.
The streams of God are filled with water
to provide the people with grain,
for so you have ordained it.[d]
10 You drench its furrows and level its ridges;
you soften it with showers and bless its crops.
11 You crown the year with your bounty,
and your carts overflow with abundance.
12 The grasslands of the wilderness overflow;
the hills are clothed with gladness.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks
and the valleys are mantled with grain;
they shout for joy and sing.








Monday, March 10, 2025

Take a (Humbler) Moment...


Yesterday we celebrated our sweet Victoria's 24th Birthday
Every celebration (esp. since Sept. 17) is raw with humbler awareness 
of life's uncertainty/vulnerability...
My sister Lucy's husband and daughter were a special part
of the celebration; unspoken sorrow tuning our laughter
with kinder joy...

It is with unspeakable tenderness that we treasure the halo of faces
around a dinner table! 

 
(I'm not sure why the beginning and end of 
the song is cut off) oh, well...

***

Ah, take a moment, drink it in; the clime of Time is hasting
Its dawn-to-dusk designed to win the present we are tasting
Where nothing stays the same for long; each season, farewell-smitten
While deathless lyrics to Our Song of Life are being written

Sometimes, while in the bloom of love eyes close, never to waken
The loom that weaves The Mortal Glove, by God given and taken
Then, take a moment more to treasure the halo of faces
Around the table; prize love’s pleasure nothing else replaces

Behold the bud of virgin morn, like a flower unfolding
Where soon the bloom of it is borne to Bygone’s holy holding
Each bud a little like a door that God opens and closes
So, take a humbler moment more to thank Him for life’s roses

For no one knows the day nor hour He will bend without pardon
To pluck another precious flow’r from this world’s wanting garden
Then, drink with mindful regard from a fount filled by life’s Giver
With Ink of Moments that become Our Song of Life forever

Janet Martin

Jesus replied, “It is not for you to know times or seasons
that the Father has fixed by His own authority

( our community is in deep mourning once again;
last week a young husband and father of five,
lost his life in a tragic accident).


Behold the bud of virgin morn, like a flower unfolding
Where soon the bloom of it is borne to Bygone’s holy holding
Each bud a little like a door that God opens and closes
So, take a humbler moment more to thank Him for life’s roses...




Thursday, March 6, 2025

Content to be Content

Last night, due to fog etc. the older half of our small group
was unable to be present and I was the only oldie,
(because the host home was two minutes from my home...)
I listened to young parents as they shared delights and challenges of
babies and tots.
Sometimes, youth in its 'youthful loveliness' can make more weathered relics
 hanker for days, long spent and much forgotten,
until my 'leveler head' prevails 😅

Sometimes I hunger deeply for life before the loss of loved ones
 altered it eternally.
Sometimes that longing serves as a wake-up call to 
redeem my time wisely rather than in foolish, futile lament. 💔

This was the Lord’s doing;
It is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day the Lord has made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it
Ps.118:23-24



Don't wait until tomorrow to smell today's roses...



Sometimes, in foolish moments I hanker for days gone by
Where common scenes have softened until only love remains
Where lessons I once rued while youth unfurled its butterfly
Have settled like gold-dust in the wake of love's growing pains
And then I am content; futile, longing's lament because
Want wishes for a star-glossed world that never really was

Sometimes, in foolish  moments I am tempted to appeal
To once upon gone-good-old-days for laughter's freer vim
Until I turn to gaze at faces, kissable and real
Warm with the precious company of darling Her and Him
And then I am content with blessings too profuse to tell
Sensing a sacred cadence tuning hello with farewell

Sometimes in foolish moments I am blinded by a view
Surreal and sentimental, gleaming in yesterday's sun
Where time's redeeming brush has smoothed what once was troubled too
Where, rather than battlefields, a masterpiece has begun
And then I am content to relinquish Want's wanderlust
God keeps the Part that matters; all else is but dust to dust 

Sometimes, in wiser moments I am able to discern
The hues between the views that else would gleam in flawless poise 
I feel the faded sting of lessons we must live to learn
And even if I could I would not resurrect spent joys 
Content to be content though grief seasons the heart with scars
It grounds and guards love's feet from wand'ring lost, among the stars 

 © Janet Martin

I found this poem-gem in a book
I picked up the other day from our local thrift/treasure store  


Friday, February 28, 2025

A Give-Me Benediction

 And just like that February is over!!!


Don't you love the sound of a kettle whistling
the prelude to a cup-sized vacay?!!







Give me a kettle that whistles the lyrics
Preceding a cup-sized vacay
Give me a nook with a book and a window
To nurture a noon-getaway
Give me a morning, gold-polished with sunshine
And gladness for mercy renewed
Give me enough lack to keep me from nursing
A heart of ingratitude
Give me a child, innocent and eager,
Brimming with curiosity
Give me an ear that is always half-hearing
Snatches of untamed poetry
Give me the eye of Beholden Beholder
Where earth and sky glory abounds
Give me a cup, though its handle is broken
That joy over joy still confounds
Give me a will, not my own but contented
No matter what today brings
To trust the Giver whose Hand has oft mended
And tuned my oft off-key harp/heart-strings
Give me the goodness of grief-tutored chatter
Rich with mutual sympathy
Pleasureful cadence of voices and laughter
To frame in fond memory…
Give me love’s splendid delight, fierce yet tender
As season-tides rise and fall
Remind me when love cheers the charge of the duty
No task is too common or small
Give me the beauty of daylight departing
In backdrops of deep indigo
Give me a soul not afraid of the smarting
Waiting beyond every hello
Give me the kind of trust that kindles courage
Come whatsoever yet may
Give me a kettle that whistles the welcome
To a cup-sized holiday

© Janet Martin

Give me the eye of Beholden Beholder
Where earth and sky glory abounds...





Give me a nook with a book and a window...



Thursday, January 30, 2025

Oh God, The Giver of Our Days...

Create in me a clean heart, O God; 
and renew a right spirit within me.
Ps.51:10

Yesterday on Facebook, my youngest sister
 shared a treasured memory, from three years ago...
all the more treasured now,
 because never again will we three be together 
on this side of Heaven!
(I'm so thankful someone offered to take a picture of the three of us)

Click HERE for the last pic of the three of us,
on Lucy's last birthday...
(We three were together on my birthday in June as well
but no one thought to take a picture)

From left to right, Marlene, Lucy, Janet


Loss fine-tunes our hearts to the holiness of Today, doesn't it?!
because we are reminded that we never know
 what tomorrow will bring! (or today!)
Oh, how this perspective humbles our thankfulness for...
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, 
and cometh down from the Father of lights, 
with whom is no variableness, 
neither shadow of turning.
James 1:17

Oh God, The Keeper of our days
Anoint our lips with hymns of praise
For thy safe-keeping through the night
For mercy, kindling morning light...



Oh God, the Giver of our days
Instill in us a heart of praise
And fill our thought, not with want's trove
But with Thy hope, joy, peace and love
Waken anew, Thy sacred call
To serve Thee from morn to nightfall

Oh God, The Keeper of our days
Anoint our lips with hymns of praise
For thy safe-keeping through the night
For mercy, kindling morning light
For Thy faultless and faithful will
Thy perfect purpose to fulfill

Oh God, the Taker of our days
Instruct us in Your righteous ways
Equip us with Thy armour, Lord
The shield of faith, the Spirit's sword
In labor be our strength and might
In pleasure, be our pure delight

Oh God, the Lender of our days 
Evoke in us believing praise
To trust, rather than understand
The law of love's perfect command
And recognize, with humbler bent 
This Gift of Day that thou hast lent 

Oh God, beholder of our thought
Teach us to treasure what we ought
Where mercies past, in vast amount
Are far too copious to count
Then God, kind Giver of our days
Overflow humbler hearts with praise

In the Name of our almighty and everlasting God,
Amen

© Janet Martin





Sunday, January 5, 2025

Sweet and Sacred Solace

Have you confessed before God
that you are a sinner in need of a Saviour?
Have you, by faith received redemption's gift,
salvation for your soul?
Have you experienced the joy and peace 
that only God's full forgiveness brings?
Do you have the assurance, when death comes
That Jesus' death and resurrection
conquered the grave?!
If so, have we not the best reason to rejoice
all the days of our life,
with reverent adoration
for the sweet and sacred solace of
God's abiding Presence, no matter what befalls?!





God is a Redeemer.
When we fall, He cares
Untangling the Dreamer
From besetting snares


God is love. He listens
When we weep He hears
Reaching down from heaven
To gather our tears


God is good and righteous
When faith is deterred
He thrills to delight us
With His faithful word


God is kind and gracious
When we stumble then
Rather than condemn us
He says 'try again'


God is rich in mercy's
Staggering supply
Bidding, but not forcing
How we will reply

© Janet Martin


1 Peter 1:18-19
For you know that it was not with perishable things
 such as silver or gold
 that you were redeemed from the empty way of life 
you inherited from your forefathers, 
/ but with the precious blood of Christ, 
a lamb without blemish or spot.

Ephesians 1:7
In Him we have redemption through His blood,
 the forgiveness of our trespasses,
 according to the riches of His grace

Titus 2:14
He gave Himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness
 and to purify for Himself a people for His own possession,
 zealous for good deeds.


Galatians 3:13
Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law
 by becoming a curse for us. 
For it is written:
 “Cursed is everyone who is hung on a tree.”






Saturday, December 14, 2024

The Way to Change the World



We all know spending time with an agreeable and friendly tot or child
 is far more pleasant than to accommodate
 a disagreeable, hard-to-please youngster!
I had the pleasure of the company of
 a most pleasant and agreeable nature yesterday!


soodla! 
(Pennsylvania Dutch word for child splashing and playing in water in a sink)
A pastime as old as time, methinks 😂


The above concept about agreeability applies to people of all ages!
No matter how pleasant our surroundings are,
if we or one we are with is ill-tempered and unthankful
the joy of any experience is altered tremendously!! 

Whether sitting by crackling fire
Or walking through the mead
Or lounging beneath lofty spire
Of leaf-song overhead 
Or sipping cup of fresh-brewed joe
While on a Sunday drive
Or romping in fresh fallen snow
Happy to be alive

Tis not extravagance or style
That makes The Thing enough
Life's greatest beauty is a smile
Its purest pleasure, love
So then, no matter what we do
Whether simple or grand
Delight depends on me and you
Not fortune's sleight of hand 

No matter, dear, how fair or fine
The face or physique's frame
Or what success may underline
The mention of a name
Nothing can ever take the place
Whoever we may be
Of a heart full of love and grace
And kind humility

To make our lives a sure success 
And happier, by far
Depends, not on what we possess
 Or who or where we are
The way to change the world for good
Is this, dear girl and boy
To love each other like we should
Will fill the world with joy

Janet Martin~




Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Nothing Is Mine Alone Save This...


Lest I harbour an unforgiving spirit,
Lest I forget whose love and grace grants what I consider 'mine',
Lest I grow greedy, self-serving/reliant, proud, bitter, 
Lord open my eyes and remind me,
The only thing that is mine 
is my reply to You
for all You have given/done for me


On Sunday we were challenged to contemplate our
response, attitude and gratitude for forgiveness
Click HERE and then click Nov. 10 service
for beautiful baptism testimonies, 
and meaningful message!

But if ye do not forgive, 
neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.

Lord, you forgive, You bore my shame/blame
Not one sin saved to damn 
Then Lord, help me in the same way
To forgive fellowman  

May these words forever strike a chill to our undying souls,
'I will not forgive'

Thy handiwork and love, my awe...





Dear Lord,

Remind me, what is 'mine' is Thine
All that First Glances own
Are but gifts from Thy Hand divine
Nothing is 'mine' alone
Save Thy forgiveness for my sin
Thy Presence for my fear
Thy Love, my stubborn will to win
Thy Word, my hope and cheer
Thy promises, my faith's delight
My joy, Thy grief achieved
Thy death for my eternal life
The hour I believed

Thy rod and staff to comfort me
Thy pardon for my debt
Thy mercy, my humility
Thy grace for my regret
Thy life for mine; Thy life-blood shed
Thy prayer-groaned/honed albatross
'Father forgive'; Thyself instead
Of me upon the cross 
Thy penance for my reckoning
My power by Thy Name
My reply to Thy beckoning
Is all that I can claim

Thy handiwork and love, my awe
Thy Righteousness, my peace
No hope have I save by Thy law
That anchors my release
From death and hell, My freedom sealed
By Thy decree divine 
My brokenness, by Thy Wounds healed
All that I have is Thine 
So, when my erring attitude
Forgets Thy goodness, then
Correct my lack of gratitude
As You see fit. Amen

© Janet Martin

I've shared the songs below many times
because I love them!








Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Marvelous Beyond Our Wisest, Wildest Ken

October's days this year are a bit of a fog-draped blur...

Below a glimpse of marvels gleaned like jewels of joy, midst grief.











 Ps.118:4&21-24&28-29

Let those who fear the LORD say,
“His loving devotion endures forever.”

I will give You thanks, for You have answered me,
and You have become my salvation.
22The stone the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone.d
23This is from the LORD,
and it is marvelous in our eyes.e
24This is the day that the LORD has made;
we will rejoice and be glad in it...

You are my God, and I will give You thanks.
You are my God, and I will exalt You.
Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
His loving devotion endures forever.

(read the whole glorious chapter of Ps.118 HERE)

'This day is from the Lord' and it is marvelously blessed
With the Light of His Word to help us navigate its lease 
Because God's goodness, (Heaven-bent) determines what is best
Oft, earthly gaze misunderstands hues in Love's Masterpiece 

'This day is from the Lord' and it is a marvelous gift
Faith's confidence restored as we believe and stagger not 
The Cornerstone that anchors hope, no circumstance can shift 
God's promises secure the rope that strains 'neath creature-thought 

'This day is from the Lord' and it is marvelous indeed
Grace-ordained race of wait-and-run, while pressing t'ward the Prize  
Where Holy Ground of Harvest frets with freshly fallen seed
And trouble's panting dust begets 'the spark that upward flies'
  
'This day is from the Lord' and it is marvelous, Amen 
 Its evidence none can afford; This, God's mercy's renewed
He works through suffering, for good, beyond our wisest/wildest ken
Then, pray we reply as we should, with humble gratitude 

© Janet Martin

Rom.8:18
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing
 with the glory that will be revealed in us.


2 Corinthians 4:17
For our light and momentary affliction is producing for us 
an eternal weight of glory that is far beyond comparison.


1 Peter 4:13
But rejoice that you share in the sufferings of Christ, 
so that you may be overjoyed at the revelation of His glory.