On Middle-age Memory...

Middle-age memory is quite uncanny, oh,

It thinks it remembers, then, poof, it lets go

Lost half-words left dangling on the tip of the tongue

And stirring up envy for minds keen and young

Middle-age memory makes us recognize

Things we once took much too for granted to prize

Now names forsake faces, a game of who’s who

While we grasp at traces of what once we knew

Middle-age memory startles our speech

We launch into detail that fizzles mid-reach

And startled we fumble with ‘I know I know this,

But right now I can’t quite recall what/who it is’

Tomorrow when the fact is quite past useful clout

Suddenly, into the clear blue sky I will shout

‘By George, I remember, her name is Georgette

Thank God, I have not lost my memory yet'

© Janet Martin

a few humor-images from google...I can't remember where/how I found them!
kidding😏

I googled 'cartoons about middle-age memory:)'

 

Nature's Hallelujah-hope

Beneath white eiderdown, the earth

Keeps warm the seed of summer’s mirth

For, though the wind is winter-wild

It cannot bind spring’s flower-child

But bullies, while it will, the trees

Harboring green-leaf melodies

Knowing that in a little while

Winter will wane and earth will smile

© Janet Martin

It's Winter...

It's a world full of long-faced scholars this morning.
All week-end the forecasts encouraged dreams of a snow-day today,
but no such joy-to-the-boy-and-girl here...

roads are cleared and buses are running!

It’s marshmallow hats for each fence-post and plume

It's white-cupcake rooftops and white-petal blooms

Soft-falling as heaven shakes out mops and brooms

It’s winter

It’s hugs from a cozy-me-up cup o’ love

In mugs of hot chocolate; its diamond-decked groves

Its coat-bundled cherubs, it’s boots, hats and gloves

It’s winter

It’s joy to the world in swirled fern-feather wings

It’s snow-angel heaven on earth; childhood sings

It’s cheeks kissed with rosy apple-colored grins

It’s winter

It’s shovel and shiver and cuddle-up ‘oh’

Its log-on-the-fireplace and let the wind blow

It’s rock-a-bye rivers in cradles of snow

It’s winter

It's juncos and chickadees, cardinals, jays

It's 'God, keep the driver from ditch-shaped byways' 

It hearty soup-suppers and oven-baked praise

It's winter

Its cold-swaddled houses and warm welcome-home

It’s bone-chilling wonderlands spilling to poem

It’s sleds full of laughter, “look out, here we come!”

It’s winter

© Janet Martin

Fit For Him

We are all broken, who can boast

Save in redemption’s Uttermost

His mercies number more than stars

And fills with worth, earth’s broken jars

Beggar and brawler all are we

Save by His grace: He sets us free

Ah, here the crux of honor brims

Healed into vessels fit for Him

The Way, the Truth, the Life, ah This

In us becomes hope’s genesis

And only through His all in all

Can we be fitted for love’s call

The more we try to merit it

The more by far we are unfit

Oh, praise the name of Jesus, sing,

His grace fits brokenness for Him

© Janet Martin

Sometimes the Tempter tries to get us to believe we are far too unfit to dare to think that we are worthy of God’s attention! But we had it before we were born! And we are worthy not because of what we do for him but because of what HE did for us!

He, God the Father, gave His Son Jesus, King of kings and Lord of lords, to lowly birth in a manger, to lowly death on a cross to triumph, Holy Victor over the curse of sin; death! 

If we believe, we are brimming with fitness for Him! 

Isn’t that something to cheer us on?!

The finish line for this race is Heaven!

To We Who Still with Faith Behold...

Yesterday we (mom, dad and their family of ten plus spouses, children, grandchildren and great-grand children) enjoyed our annual Christmas get-together.

It is is the tradition in our family to sing in the afternoon, and oh, for some reason those old Christmas songs seemed new as we sang their timeless Truth of hope and love and joy and peace!

Oh, pray we never weary of

The wonder of our Saviour’s love

Nor cease His peace and joy to bring

As worship to our Lord and King

Ages cannot annul His might

Or dim the fullness of His light

Jesus, with faith let us behold

Love’s story that cannot grow old

From God His Father came I AM

Sinless, to be for sin a lamb

The babe in Bethlehem, for us

Became salvation on a cross

Jesus, then let us never cease

To sing of joy and hope and peace

And pray we never weary of

The wonder of You and your love

© Janet Martin