When a Child Leaves Home...

Sometimes I think the house will be too empty when you leave

And the rooms too bare

And I’ll miss the way you leave your things

Lying everywhere

And sometimes I think your house will feel unfinished

Without us

And maybe you’ll miss the way I used to scold

And tidy and fuss

I’ll miss that fourth I love you, and that fourth

I love you too

And I know, even in the excitement you know

You’ll miss it too

But then I remember how new love fills up

Those old and bygone spaces

And how the new in time becomes the dear and

Old familiar places

And I would never withhold from you

The joy of this new life breaking

And I thank God and pray His blessing on

New memories in the making…

Love, Mom~

© Janet Martin

We Are Able

 

Young,

Old,

Maimed,

Blind,

Deaf,

Weak,

Strong,

Healthy,

Sick,
Happy,
Oppressed,
Successful,
Struggling,

Suffering,

Free,

Captive,

Bold,

Bashful,

Brave,

Fearful,

Rich,

Poor,
Student,
Teacher,
Wise,
Foolish,

Tall or short,

Hefty or thin,

Whether in an office,

Mountain-top

Dungeon,

Motor vehicle,

Airplane,

F-22 Raptor,

Minefield,

Mission-field,

Battlefield,

Corn field,
Garden,
Gutter,
Mansion,

Church,

Backwoods,

Wilderness,

Desert,

Jungle,

Stadium,

Prison,

Barn,

Shopping Mall,

School,

Hospital,

Infirmary,

Factory,

House,

Whitehouse,

Poorhouse,

Penthouse,

Street,

We

Are

Able

To

Pray

© Janet Martin

The least and the most we can do, is pray!

Pray without ceasing. Thess. 5:17

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Rom. 8:38-39

A Call to Prayer

I just received this in my in-box and am sharing it here.

SIM Country Directors,

Please join me in participating in and calling for a day of prayer for Syria and the Middle East. Let us lay aside the day of Sunday, Sept 15^th, and lay hold of God for these lands.  If you feel free to fast and pray -- please do so for that is a very Biblical thing to do. Who knows but that God could act in what seems to us an insoluble problem.  

We, the Evangelical Christian community need to take this as a wake-up call to our duty of prayer. After all, our own Christian brothers and sisters are among those in the cross-fire. The thousands of lives that are being lost and many more that are wounded, Christians or Muslims, are all people for whom Christ died and people for whom He cares. The least we can do is to pray and it is not only worthwhile but necessary to call as many as we can to prayer.

Please forward to all of the church leaders in your area as well. Every one of us has a circle of influence.  Think of the connections that you already have.  If each of us would call our colleagues, our churches, our mission leaders, the international Christian community to prayer we could have millions of Christians praying together.

Already others in the world are taking up the idea:

Dr. Stanley Ling of Singapore writes: "We in the East Asia office will support the day of prayer & fasting on Sept 15.  I'll pass the message and encourage all to participate."    

Dr. Bill Taylor of the World Evangelical Missions Commission writes: 

Have sent your letter with my own thoughts to my church leadership.

Eldon Porter working with COMIBAM in Latin America writes:

I do appreciate hearing from you so please do keep me on your mailing list.  I will call the brothers here to prayer as well.  

Please feel free to pass on this information to your colleagues and by faith let us watch the hand of God move in this situation.

Dr. Howard Brant, Serving with SIM in Ethiopia.

In Christ,

Joshua.

Something to Think About

 

 To Jesus, none of us are 'just a face in the crowd'...

Generations cross the sands of Time

Throngs surge toward a Shore

Over and over and over again

From here to forevermore

But one thing is certain without a doubt

That never again will be

You are the only you, my friend

And I am the only me

No one is born by accident

And in the Creators eyes

We all are equal, no rich or poor

Approaches heaven’s paradise

So we ought to do our very best

To serve Him carefully

For you are the only you, my friend

And I am the only me

When we leave this brief shadow-land behind

And every work we have wrought

When that Book of Life is opened, my friend

As name after name is sought

Over and over and over again
Name after name He will see

But you’ll be the only you, my friend

And I’ll be the only me

© Janet Martin

"You, then, why do you judge your brother? Or why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before God's judgment seat. It is written: 'As surely as I live,' says the Lord, 'every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.' "So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God (Romans 14:10-12)

Thoughts and prayers for those suffering in Syria, Egypt and the whole wide world over! 

Then It's September

When shadows climb hills at seven o’clock

And the air dons a chill as the daylight grows dim

Where leaves in precision are etched on the blue

Before darkness slips over each out-stretched limb

When green fields turn gold and the gold field turns brown

And all are the stage to cricket-canticle

Then it’s September; summer’s fading gown

Before nature’s ravishing fall-madrigal

When we are torn between laughter and tears

Kissing our babies and letting them go

As school bells ring; and summer disappears

Into the heart’s tender-sweet afterglow

Echo of sea-song and silver tide sweeps

Over the hours of what once had been

Then it’s September; the walnut tree weeps

Gold-bronze medallions on yesterday’s green

When we glean fruit from spring’s labor of faith

Marveling at earth’s bounteous yield

When we bow before the ruler of earth

Thanking the One who fills garden and field

When we smile back as the sun-flowers grin

From kitchen window-sills, tables and such

Then it’s September; humbly we begin

To bear the sweet sorrow of summer’s cooling touch

© Janet Martin

 I picked these yesterday, put them on my kitchen window-sills. Finally tonight at supper I asked, Well, isn't anyone going to say something?' 

They all stared blankly so I pointed at the flowers; 'you know, something like, nice flowers, or, 'that's a lot of flowers, mom' 

   Matthew looked at them and back at me, "wow, I didn't even notice them until now!"

Happy September, everyone!

One Foot in Heaven

  

  

One Foot in Heaven will forever be an all-time favorite movie of mine.

You paint, for our wonderment, Your glory on the air
Yet, as we drop our gaze we see earth's garden's blooming there
You love us; and through Mercy's sacrifice we are forgiven
Ah, surely God, we walk life's highway with one foot in Heaven

Through every season of earth's sod, Your power You imbue
Yet, fools deny you still oh God, in spite of all You do
But all who come to You and ask are full-freely forgiven
Methinks because of this we labor with one foot in Heaven

You fill our lives with purpose and You gift us to employ
Our talents and abilities to honor You with joy
You do not hold against us our shame; we are forgiven
And By Your grace, oh God we journey with one foot in Heaven.

Janet~

The other evening I turned slowly and saw His wonderment everywhere!
and I recalled how someone commented as they stood on a mountain that at least these 'poor people' they were visiting on a missions trip lived in awesome beauty every day and their leader reminded them, 'it is hard to see beauty when you are starving. It is a gift to be able to enjoy nature's beauty'.

We Only See in Part

We only see in part

And cannot understand

The fullness of God perfect love

Or working of His hand

Sometimes the things we see

Of hurt and pain and grief

Are whispers of God’s love to draw

Us from our unbelief

We cannot see the plan

Inspiring His will

All we can do is trust the One

Who whispers, Peace, be still

© Janet Martin

Recently I heard someone reminds us that we were never intended to understand God or His ways, but we are to trust Him, knowing His way is perfect.

Peter didn’t understand either when Jesus told them that He is going to suffer and die, and then rise on the third day.

 From that time Jesus began to show his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things from the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be killed, and on the third day be raised.  And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him, saying, “Far be it from you, Lord! This shall never happen to you.”  But he turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are a hindrance to me. For you are not setting your mind on the things of God, but on the things of man.” Matt. 16: 21-23

We cry ‘why’

He whispers trust

We cry ‘fight’

He whispers peace

We cry ‘take’

He whispers give

We cry ‘revenge’

He whispers love

We cry ‘self’

He whispers ME

I love this song!

A Mother's Smile

 

 

 

A mother’s smile, I’ve come to realize

Is much more than that carefree grin of youth

Before the bearing of love’s tempered truth

Learned in life’s constant hellos and good-byes

A mother’s smile is like her moment-prayer

Of gratefulness to God that he saw fit

To bless her arms with babies for a bit

And touch the home with innocence so fair

A mother’s smile is a fine mingling heart-strife

Of faith and fear, of both sorrow and joy

For none are quite as dear as girl or boy

To which she gives the best years of her life

A mother’s smile is more than lips and face

This beacon of encouragement and cheer

Stills fearful hearts and fills her tender tear

With brave surrender and love’s humble grace

© Janet Martin

In Canada it is a morning of heart-tugs as mothers everywhere put on their bravest smiles…and another school-year begins.