Monday, December 11, 2023

Status Beyond Comprehension

 Who Would Have Dreamed?!


 

Today's post was inspired in part by our message yesterday at WBC


But when the set time had fully come,
 God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, 
5 to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship.[b]
 6 Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts,
 the Spirit who calls out, “Abba,[c] Father.” 
7 So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; 
and since you are his child, 
God has made you also an heir.



What a joy to begin each week, freshly aware
of who/how we serve, not as slave-servants
 but as sons and daughters of Christ!
What sacred reason to rejoice, 
not only at Christmas but every day!

Rom.12:1-2
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. 
2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, 
but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. 
Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—
his good, pleasing and perfect will.


Let us serve, but not in bondage as slave to a master must
Never. But in adoration with a meek and child-like trust
Knowing our Heavenly Father, who we are called to exalt
Loves His earthly sons and daughters without shortcoming or fault

What great reason for rejoicing as our lives are sacrificed
We, our Heav’nly Father’s children, (thus heirs and co-heirs of Christ!)
By God’s grace received redemption through salvation’s plan unfurled
Where by nature we were all slaves to principles of this world

Therefore, without reservation, because we are humbly awed
Let us cherish our station, as beloved children of God
Through the marvelous adoption repentant sinners receive
Status beyond comprehension from the moment we believe

For God who is rich in mercy, with his great love set us free
From the law of sin and death that once held us captivity
By His grace He has redeemed us; through His Son He paid sin’s price
Let us then offer our bodies as love’s living sacrifice

...because, beyond comprehension, we through Christ's atoning blood
Are forgiven and adopted into His royal priesthood 
Filling us with Perfect Purpose through this divine unity 
We no longer slaves or servants, are part of God's family 

© Janet Martin

1 John 1:3
Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, 
that we should be called children of God! 

1 Pet.2:9
But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, 
a holy nation, His own special people, 
that you may proclaim the praises of Him 
who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;


John 1:12
But to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, 
He gave the right to become children of God--

For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God.

The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children.


Saturday, December 9, 2023

Sweet Saturday-morning Skirmish (between Poet and Prudence)



This daily/weekly Saturday morning tango is blissfully
unfamiliar to some, yet, I wouldn't trade it for a world of shiny
'ballroom' floors, as much as I dearly admire and strive to acquire
  brief glossy-floor bliss once in a while!
I try to balance ballads, oops I mean battles
with a bit of both poem and prudence. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ’–

This beautiful battleground is composed of longing to linger on pages 
of past poets/artists



or tackling present responsibilities like prepping for Christmas!
Today's task; homemade chocolate bars



In the above recipe to clarify amounts;
 approx. 8-9 cups rice krispies, 2 cups peanuts and 11/2 cups coconut.)

Sometimes the battle is a toss-up between
pausing without pressure to percolate in the pure pleasure
of God's poetry in every season...

Whether gray...


...or gold!



...or vacuuming and fussing over delightful details
because Victoria is having friends 
over for a Christmas party this weekend!


Sweet Saturday Skirmish๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“

Coffee pot beams with Columbian brew; ready/drained with of extra refills



Coffee pot beams with Columbian brew; ready with extra refills
Duty and Dream dance, a skippety-do; Poet and Prudence clash wills
Wonder is waiting with gifts still unfurled, often where we least suppose
Dawn is deflating night’s slumbering world with a sky full of hellos

Tuning spent ages with notes rearranged in compositions brand new
Learning’s lent pages divinely exchanged by He who loves me and you
Fueling reason with thankful reply for mercy’s replenished fount
Every season chock-full of surprises, too prolific to count

…thus, in the matter of work-to-do lists versus perhaps-poetry
Always a Saturday morning untwists two worlds that cannot agree
One (but a guess) a shining specimen of domestic excellence
One, happiness, pressed like wine from a pen never drained of Imminence

….coffee-pot beams with Columbian prose; ready with refills galore
Poet and Prudence tango, nose to nose ‘cross Saturday’s ballroom-floor
Weathering whispers that spar between ink and plain practicality
Untethering silver rivers that wink into….oh, which will it be

© Janet Martin


And hopefully this is my/our daily prayer;
'So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do,
do it all for the glory of God.
1 Cor.10;31

Friday, December 8, 2023

Forbid Folly To Interject

Daniel 9:4-5&8-9

4And I prayed to the Lord my God, and made confession, and said,
 “O Lord, great and awesome God, who keeps His covenant and mercy 
with those who love Him, and with those who keep His commandments, 
5 we have sinned and committed iniquity, 
we have done wickedly and rebelled, 
even by departing from Your precepts and Your judgments. ...

8 “O Lord, to us belongs shame of face, to our kings, our princes, 
and our fathers, because we have sinned against You.
 9 To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, 
though we have rebelled against Him...

2 Cor.7:10
For godly sorrow produces repentance leading to salvation,
not to be regretted;
but the sorrow of the world produces death.

***
Why, oh why does human nature so easily forget
to trust our trustworthy Heavenly Father?!
Why are we so prone to want so much less
than He is waiting to lavish us with?!
Why are we so easily blinded by circumstance
rather than enlightened by His promises?!
Oh Lord, grant us godly sorrow that leads to repentance!
again and again!

***
I am reading through the book of Daniel and am always moved by the account
of Daniel after the decree that none should pray to anyone but
King Darius and anyone who does will be put to death...
Dan.6:10
Now when Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went home.
 And in his upper room, with his windows open toward Jerusalem, 
he knelt down on his knees three times that day, 
and prayed and gave thanks before his God,
 as was his custom since early days...

Oh, that we may dare to be a Daniel too;
to be un-swayed in our devotion to God
no matter what or who attempts some sad
folly to interject and redirect our worship !

Today's post is also influenced by yesterday's devotion
from My Utmost for His Highest...

Forbid folly to interject and redirect my gaze from He
Whose goodness grants deliverance from hell’s hopeless eternity

Whose grace (a gift) bridges the rift that gaped with sin’s unholy strife
Whose mercy gave His Son to brave the death that wrought eternal life

Whose blood redeems and washes clean each one who repents and believes
Whose joy complete, so rich and sweet, only godly sorrow achieves

Whose righteousness, when we confess turns scarlet sins to snowy white
Whose love anoints all He appoints with His divine power and might

Whose law is peace, though wars increase, whose Light no darkest dark can dim
Forbid folly to interject and redirect my gaze from Him

But, let me seek with motive meek, a heart like Daniel, bold and true
Then, humbly bring, my God and King, faithful and thankful praise to You

© Janet Martin




Tuesday, December 5, 2023

When We Remember This...

 

This morning my daughter's plans for her day off 
(Christmas shopping, small town meandering)
were suddenly upended when her employer asked
if she could work because a co-worker was sick!
While she was working through her disappointment
 I tried to cheer her with the thought that inspired this poem.

It also reminded me of this song/poem





When we remember this, then second miles extend
Privilege, rather than duty’s stiff upper lip, my friend

When we remember this, we cannot give enough
As we consider His sacrifice and redeeming love

When we remember this, we try, the best we can
To mirror His example of love for our fellowman

Then, when out of the blue He asks us to reply
To help someone we cannot help but say, ‘Lord, here am I’

When we remember this little phrase ‘inasmuch’
It rushes hearts with honor to be called as one-of-such

© Janet Martin

Matt.25:40
“And the king shall answer, and say to them,
 'Truly I say to you, inasmuch as you have done it to one of the least of these, 
My brothers, you have done it to Me ...

Because Life's Best Things Never Change...


The innocence of tot...




The sacred charge of we
Who train their tender chain of thought
By what they hear and see...

(below, the beginning of what I hope is a long, friendly acquaintance
with gramma's fridge...๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ’—)



The pleasures nature grants
Where every season-lease
Spills spectacles of birds and plants
Each its own masterpiece...



Life’s best things never change
The beauty of the earth
And sky, where the heavens proclaim
Day’s demise and rebirth

The innocence of tot
The sacred charge of we
Who train their tender chain of thought
By what they hear and see

The pleasures nature grants
Where every season-lease
Spills spectacles of birds and plants
Each its own masterpiece

A soulful melody
That strikes a chord so dear
Its fond familiarity
Evokes both smile and tear

The comfort and delight
Of squash-soup in a bowl
To satisfy the appetite
Of both body and soul

The good of lessons learned
The woods frost-kissed, or awed
Spectators with faces upturned
To feel the kiss of God

The bliss of coming home
The love of family
To share and bear the grin and groan
Of mirth and misery

Laughter, free from pizzazz 
Of vowels and consonants
But lilts and peals and sparkles as
It teaches hearts to dance

The thrill in simple things
Good books, a favorite mug
New mercy as each morning brings
God's warm handshake or hug

The gift of growing old
To taste the sweeter truth
Of joys time designs to withhold
From fairer green of youth

Moment-bubbles that break
In breathtaking surprise
A candle-spangled birthday cake
Or lake full of sunrise

The possibilities
Where ingredients start
To tickle taste-bud fantasies
With culinary art  

God’s word, infallible
Unswayed by vain dispute
No mortal verdict can annul
His Sovereign Absolute

Though seasons/eons may estrange
So much that cannot stay
Because life’s best things never change
We will not lose our way

…supper table to set
Dusk’s shadow-hallowed death
Hellos to kindle wicks not yet
Snuffed by farewell’s last breath

© Janet Martin


The possibilities
Where ingredients start
To tickle taste-bud fantasies
With culinary art 


 The comfort and delight
Of squash-soup in a bowl
To satisfy the appetite
Of both body and soul





Hope (From He Who transcends Time and Place)

"Have I not commanded you? 
Be strong and courageous.
 Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, 
for the Lord your God will be with you 
wherever you go" 
Joshua 1:9

But now, this is what the LORD says— 
he who created you, Jacob, 
he who formed you, Israel: 
“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
 I have summoned you by name;
 you are mine.
Isa.43:1

So do not fear, for I am with you; 
do not be dismayed, for I am your God. 
I will strengthen you and help you; 
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isa.41:10

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: 
for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, 
which shall be to all people.
 Luke 2:10




From He who transcends time and place
To we in need of saving grace
Since that first angel-hymn unfurled
Hope penetrates a broken world

Ah! Lift your hearts in praise and prayer
We are not destined to despair
Nor doomed to suffer Satan’s scorn
The Savior of the world is born

Be not afraid, for unto us
A Deliv’rer still comes; Jesus
Then let us too make haste to see
First Bethlehem, then Calvary

Then, let us with hearts humbly awed
Bring gifts of thankfulness to God
For hope transcending time and place
From He who saves us by His grace

© Janet Martin


Deut.11:19
Teach them (God's Words/laws) to your children, 
speaking about them when you sit at home 
and when you walk along the road, 
when you lie down 
and when you get up... 







Monday, December 4, 2023

An Overwhelming Plea...


Without God's word to minister hope to the soul
Monday morning could feel like an
overwhelming weight-lifting exercise!

Thank-you God, for Your indwelling Spirit,
for the glorious riches in Christ Jesus
 to overwhelm our need!
 



I need You, Lord, Your whisper to bid worry’s tempest cease
To conquer overwhelming dread with overwhelming peace
To comfort overwhelming grief with overwhelming love
To help unbelief with belief this world knows nothing of

I need you, Lord, to quell the fear that seeks faith, to destroy
Love’s overwhelming sorrow cheer with overwhelming joy
And should Your higher ways impart a cross, pride to abase
Lord, overwhelm my wicked heart with overwhelming grace

I need your overwhelming hope to overwhelm despair
Your promises to help me cope through overwhelming prayer
Lest ignorance makes me uncouth and wise in my own eyes
I need Your overwhelming truth to expose Satan’s lies

I need Your Word to overwhelm word-storms of worldly vice
Your overwhelming strength to transform Self to sacrifice
Your overwhelming Light to pierce death-dark veneers of dust
And shatter overwhelming sight with overwhelming trust

I need you, Lord, to overwhelm my overwhelming need
To overwhelm my whelming cry with mercy’s tender creed/reed
Enfold trouble and strife beneath Your overwhelming Wing
And overwhelm me with Your life where death has lost its sting

Hallelujah,
Amen

© Janet Martin

Phil.4:19-20
And my God will supply all your needs
 according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
 20To our God and Father be glory forever and ever. 
Amen.

Saturday, December 2, 2023

December Hymn

 


December drapes dormant landscapes with snowflake-sequined flair
It kindles in its chill a thrill that contradicts despair
And cheers faith’s frame with hope’s dear Name; Jesus! As once again
Hearts start anew to travel to the town of Bethlehem

December decks earth’s halls with shawls that nature’s shuttle weaves
Where fall-gales doffed treetops, white softness soothes its loss of leaves
And stirs within cages of skin a holy atmosphere
Of peace and love, through knowledge of the Name we hold so dear

December brims with joyful hymns and beauty to behold
Fresh snowfall awes and gently draws us back to days of old
Until we feel the sacred zeal of shepherds and wise men
And yearn to bring the Christ Child King gifts of worship. Amen

December rings the old year out before it brings the new
It rebukes doubt with shouts of joy for what is good and true
And bids us come and see Christendom’s Cornerstone, and laud
The glory of the Gift, where love unveils the face of God

© Janet Martin

2 Pet.1:1-2
To those who through the righteousness 
of our God and Savior Jesus Christ
have received a faith as precious as ours:
Grace and peace be yours in abundance 
through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord.





some of the 'hymns' of joy brimming from cookbook lyrics,
due to Christmas celebrations beginning...

(very versatile for switching up the dry fruit and nuts!)


(or, in Victoria's words, melt-in-your-mouth-orange pillows)


(easily done using home-canned fruit)