Monday, January 6, 2020

New Year's Thankfulness-Challenge


I don't make New Year's Resolutions
but I do review and renew resolves!

Yesterday our Sunday School lesson was about Stephen, the first martyr
For the One, Jesus, who gave His life for us, he gave his....
It got me to examining how I am giving mine!
When 'rocks' are hurled, how do I respond?
Is my life a living sacrifice?

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, 
to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God--
this is your true and proper worship.
Rom.12:1

 
Nobody is entitled to a thing we have or hold
Therefore none are excused to squander mercy’s moment-gold
This day that grace has granted plants within all we profess
A most sacred occasion to examine thankfulness

A book, invisible to we, vexed by the wishful eye
Is filled with man’s responses from the heart that cannot lie
Then pray above all else we crave a heart of tenderness
And take an honest, open look at our thankfulness

For no one is entitled to a single grace we host
This grace, it is a gift from God and ought to fill our boast
(oh, what is more despicable than greed or selfishness)
Lord, work in us a miracle of humble thankfulness

For we are not entitled to one. Single. Cent. we earn
Naked we came into this world, naked we will return
Then teach us on our way to You how to find happiness
Not through 'wealth' we accumulate but by true thankfulness

This state of mass confusion that the world is in today
Is filled with man’s profuse excuses as Self has its say
For we are cursed and blessed with cares common to humanness
And sometimes so contrary to our would-be thankfulness

Where no one is entitled to what is too oft ignored
The One who grants the hope we ought to be striving toward
Because all that we have and hold to cheer this mortal beast
Are but the crumbs that fall from tables laden with a Feast

Then, lest we shift our gaze from things above to things below
Lord, fill our hearts with praise to Thee, from whom all blessings flow
And help us to trust you enough to take pillows of ‘yes’
And sacrifice them on an altar of love’s thankfulness

How do we offer up ourselves as living sacrifice
How do we prove that we are not bought with a dollar's price
How do we ever start to gain a heart of tenderness
First by turning to Jesus, then by learning thankfulness



© Janet Martin

 Jer.17:7-11
 Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
And whose hope is the Lord.
For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters,
Which spreads out its roots by the river,
And will not [c]fear when heat comes;
But its leaf will be green,
And will not be anxious in the year of drought,
Nor will cease from yielding fruit.

“The heart is deceitful above all things,
And [d]desperately wicked;
Who can know it?
I, the Lord, search the heart,
I test the [e]mind,
Even to give every man according to his ways,
According to the fruit of his doings.
As a partridge that [f]broods but does not hatch,
So is he who gets riches, but not by right;
It will leave him in the midst of his days,
And at his end he will be a fool.”





Saturday, January 4, 2020

Love and Glimpses It Grants




Can it really be three years since hubby and I
were introduced to a whole new world of love; Grand-parenthood.
Happy Birthday Grand-sonny!


oh, what a joyful three years it has been!

First Birthday..
(Brantley has overcome his fear of blue icing 😊)

Second Birthday...

(third Birthday pics will wait till tomorrow.
they are recovering today from a 2:50 a.m. arrival home 
from the other grandparents in Nova Scotia
 after multiple delayed/rebooked flights!)

Love, what strange familiar angles
Tries the keeper of its prize
Wrangling from tender heart-tangles
Happiness cut down to size

Love, what lessons stun the creature
In the thick of its regale
As we learn to trust the Teacher
Of a law that does not fail

Love, what pleasure fills its laughter  
Love, what pain its sorrow braves
Love, life’s bitter-sweetest After
In the echoes it engraves

Love, a little glimpse of heaven
On this stricken sweep of sod
Love, like a gift always given
Let's us glimpse its Giver, God  

© Janet Martin




Friday, January 3, 2020

Hour After Hour or To We Who Believe...




He meets us in the moment
To fit us for the task
Where hour after hour
Till time falls at His feet
He offers us His hope and love
To make our joy complete

Ah, what more could we ask for
Than confidence to trust
Where hour after hour
As through His glorious power
He makes His presence known

© Janet Martin

 Psalm 38:9
O Lord, my every desire is before You; my groaning is not hidden from You.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Like A Year...


 

Whispers riot in the quiet aftermath of having held
Twilight’s timbre tugs within her as woman and welkin meld
Longing lingers pointing fingers where her flawed farewells run wild
Mercy murmurs like a mother tucking in her sleepy child

Moment-tempo metes mementos dripping from the ticking clock
Breath-soft flickers harden into pictures solid as a rock
My, the saber of her labour can sever scenes subtly
As she staggers ‘neath a dagger that twists with what cannot be

Today’s mirror is much clearer than the one she used to hold
When much younger, she honed hunger bent on panning for fool’s gold
Now she grapples with the apple of time’s eye; sunset, sunrise
Gaping at the echoes taking shape before her very eyes

Seasons meter bitter-sweeter in the afterglow of youth
Reason reckons where proof beckons from the faultlessness of Truth
Wisdom humbles pride with stumbles teaching her about God’s grace
While the hour drops its flower like a tear year none can retrace

© Janet Martin