Adjustments...

Isn’t it something

And isn’t it strange

How we learn to cope

And adapt to change?

Change of the weather

Of seasons and such

This is the constant

Of all that we touch

Beautiful life-song

Slips through our grasp

Tuning the echo

Of mem’ries we clasp

Isn’t it something,

The way we must learn

To love, laugh and labor

‘neath Time’s ‘no return’?

God, help us relinquish

Each gift You bestow

To touch, taste and treasure

And gently let go

© Janet Martin

I made too much coffee this morning, forgetting that Emily is not here to drink it.

Last night I paused for a split second, thinking I should keep something on for her supper, when she gets home from work…

Often, if Emily saw a basket of laundry that needed folding she would do it and put it away. Last night at 10:00, that basket looked at me.

Adjustments; they take time.

The Fullness of Love

Faith does not end

Though our eyes cannot see

Beyond where sky brushes sod

Faith swells from fathoms

Of mystery

Where hearts trust humbly in God

Hope does not end

In spite of our grief

It leaps from well-springs within

Hope is the foothold

Of our belief

In He who forgives every sin

Love does not end

Though death kisses the cheek

Of those we cherish most dear

Beautiful love

When we cannot speak

It flows in every tear

© Janet Martin

During the wedding reception, (my friend, the pianist at Rob and Emily’s wedding) received word that her mother had passed away. She left the house of rejoicing to go to the house of mourning…

Love; the fullness of both joy and sorrow align in its every breath.

 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Cor. 13:13

Reaching...

To touch

Anything

Or anyone

We cannot remain

Clenched

We must reach…

Sometimes

We reach

With our hands

And sometimes

We reach

With a prayer

To touch our loved ones

Wherever

They are

Is life’s

Most beautiful Blessing,

By far

© Janet Martin

As the limo door closed to waving hands, to smiles and tears, I was glad to know they are never farther than a prayer away.

Robyn and Emily Curry (wedding day photos)

  

Robyn and Emily Curry

October 12, 2013 

Here are the first pictures!

our family...

    

Hope and Thanksgiving Song

See how the light turns darkness into morning

See how the leaf falls from autumnal limb

Yet soon sweet springtime, in hope’s glad adorning

Unfurls bud-beauty in whispers of Him

See how life mingles finely, joy and sorrow

Uttered in tears; common voice of the soul

See moment-strength offer hope for tomorrow

See how God’s mercy embraces the whole

See how the power of love has no borders

See how no hand can abolish its prayer

Over the ocean to earth’s farthest corners

God intercedes; hope need never despair

Blessed assurance; from Eden’s beginning

See how I AM is forever the same

Man is a creature of pitiful sinning

Hope clings to Jesus who covers our shame

See how Time heals life’s deepest disappointments

And how earth's seasons return to the sod

Yet our faith, an intangible substance

Fills us with hope and thanksgiving to God

© Janet Martin

Happy Thanksgiving, Canada. (Today is the Canadian Thanksgiving.)

Give Thanks. Ps. 136

Mystery...

Before we left for the church...her last moments of living at home.

Strange, how a book of lasts turns into a book of ‘firsts’

How, as one door closes another opens

As bouquets are tossed

And limo doors close

The end turns into a beginning…

Janet~

More photos will come, but I don't have any yet:) Next to the day Emily was born this was the best.

Wedding Day

Here we are…

About to walk

Through a door

We have rehearsed

A thousand times before

In thought,

But now Thought watches

As our feet follow a path

Not of fantasy

But of faith

And reality

Shaping

Memory

Here we are…

About to embark

On a day

We will remember

As long as God

Grants us life

For today

If the Lord wills,

Robyn becomes our son

As our daughter

Emily

Becomes

His wife

© Janet Martin

 We welcome you to rejoice with us in thought and prayer today as we celebrate Rob and Emily’s marriage.

I long to tread slowly across this Sweet Day

To gather its gold before Time claims its prey

Dear God, bless and keep us and let this day be

When night slips upon it, a dear memory

This Moment Softly Stealing

  

 

We are 'playing' today:)

This moment, softly stealing

Like the nighttime from the sea

Melds its measure like a mantle

Gently tugging you from me

This moment, sweet enchantment

Of life’s ordinary things

Is all tangled up in memory

Tugging innermost heart-strings

 I don’t tell you how this moment

Of mixed joy and grief imparts

Tenderness into my teardrop

Tugging echoes to my heart

For in moments softly stealing

Love and loss and hope entwine

As we, at a moment’s mercy

Dream and leap, reach and resign

© Janet Martin

As Emily left the house just now it hit me; we worked side by side for the last time this morning, as her 'living' here in our home (she is doing all the bride-to-be stuff from now until Sat.)…yes, Lord willing she will ‘come home’ often, but it won’t be the same because she will be ‘visiting’.   

As I mentioned something about next week she grinned mischievously and said, I won't be here!