Tuesday, October 21, 2025

This Life Is Not Carefree

1 Pet.5:6-9 NIV

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, 
that he may lift you up in due time. 
7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

8 Be alert and of sober mind. 
Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion
 looking for someone to devour. 
9 Resist him, standing firm in the faith, 
because you know that the family of believers
 throughout the world
 is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.

Any good we receive,
Any good we give
Is possible only
because of God's faithful goodness first!

Ps. 119:67-72

Before I was afflicted I went astray,
But now I keep Your word.

You are good, and do good;
Teach me Your statutes.

The proud have forged[k] a lie against me,
But I will keep Your precepts with my whole heart.

Their heart is [l]as fat as grease,
But I delight in Your law.

It is good for me that I have been afflicted,
That I may learn Your statutes.

The law of Your mouth is better to me
Than thousands of coins of gold and silver.

Between what was, and waits
Today unfolds faith’s due
Where joys and sorrows rush dawn's gates
Where trial’s tests pursue...


This life is not carefree
Beneath Refinement’s rod
Happiness grants no guarantee
Unless/until we trust in/yield to God

Between what was, and waits
Today unfolds faith’s due
Where joys and sorrows rush dawn's gates
Where trial’s tests pursue

God, in each hour of need
Attends humility
He grants us power to proceed
Where life is not carefree

So then, press on, assured
For we are not alone
As we face cares not yet endured
And battles not yet won

If God is on our side
Defeat will not prevail
For He is near; his truths abide
His purpose will not fail

His loving kindness hears
Devotion’s agony
Beneath refinement’s rod appears
An angel of mercy

…and faith is overjoyed
What God deigns, we will do
As we, cast down but not destroyed
Faith and courage renew

For life is not carefree
Where sin’s consequence pains
God’s love, proven at Calvary
Still faithfully sustains

Author of earth and Heaven
Love oft must suffer loss
With every care, Thy grace is given
To help us bear its cross

We thank Thee, faithful Lord/God above
For Thou art good always
Though life is not carefree, Thy Word/Thy love
Anoints our souls/goals with praise

Janet Martin




Thursday, October 16, 2025

Simply, A Vessel

It seems the older we grow, the faster time flies!
How are we over halfway through October already?!

How are we nearing the end of another harvest season
that it seems we just planted not so very long ago?!



Gal.6:7
Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; 
for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap.

There is no getting around it;
whether we plant conscientiously,
carelessly, or with carefully-crafted cunning,
cover/bury deeply the seed/deeds we strew/do
we reap what we sow! 
We have all at one time or another sown seeds we later regretted,
and we would surely lose heart as we reflect on those seeds
 but for this:
2 Cor.7:10
For godly sorrow produces repentance 
leading to salvation, not to be regretted;
 but the sorrow of the world produces death.


In the spring I planted a perennial mum from my mom's perennial garden.
Its flourishing autumn beauty is such a pleasure to behold!
When good seeds are planted then good fruit and flowers follow!


Sometimes what we plant in the spring of our lives doesn't bloom until the autumn...
Oh, pray it is more than wild oats we've sown!
***

We are, in a sense all vessels through which seeds pour...
2 Tim2: 20-21
But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver, 
but also of wood and clay, some for honor and some for dishonor. 
 Therefore if anyone cleanses himself from the latter, 
he will be a vessel for honor,
 [h]sanctified and useful for the Master, 
prepared for every good work. 

Yesterday I harvested the last of my garden produce...


Not all harvests are as quickly cultivated and collected 
as that of the garden variety! but, 
Gal.6:9
Let us not grow weary while doing good, 
for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.


God does not require a crowd to fulfill Purpose true 
But simply a vessel, unproud, willing to be poured through

Each legacy of faith begins with self-surrendered 'yes' 
As we repent of our sins and and turn from worldliness/carelessness

To walk by faith or run its race with endurance does not
Depend upon athletic pace or skill, but trust in God  

To trust God is to trust his Word; to trust is to obey
To keep His precepts, undeterred by all who turn away

How sweet to hone hope's happiness, not in fleeting delights
But in God's steadfast promises where faith fixes its sights 

How holy is time's ebb and flow unfolding Now to Then
How surely we reap what we sow; God is not mocked. Amen 

...nor does He require a crowd, His purpose to fulfill 
But simply a vessel, endowed with faith's surrendered will   

Janet Martin

'Very much of our future life will depend upon our earliest days',
then quoted Mr. Ruskins, not quite verbatim,
' people often say we excuse the thoughtlessness of youth,
but he says no, it never ought to be excused.
I'd far rather hear of thoughtless old age when a man has done his work,
but what excuse can be found for a thoughtless youth?
The time for thought is at the beginning of life
and there is no period which so much demands
or so much necessitates thoughtfulness as our early days...
I would that all young men would think so.
They say that they must sow their wild oats.
No! No, my dear young friend.
 Think before you sow such seed as that,
 what the reaping will be.
See if there is not better corn to be found 
than wild oats and sow that,
then think how you will sow it 
and when you will sow it
for if you do not think about the sowing,
what will the harvest be? '












Wednesday, October 15, 2025

To Love...


God created us with free will!
Free will to choose who or what we love most.
 No one can force anyone to love, whether people or God.
To love is a choice.
God never forces us to love Him,
but oh, when we do
Life is as good as it gets! 

1 John 4:7
Dear friends, let us love one another, 
for love comes from God. 
Everyone who loves has been born of God 
and knows God.


to love is life
the glorious breath 
of Heaven in our souls
to love is death
a daily death 
to selfish wants and goals

to love is joy
the purest state 
of humble humankind
to love is grief
the surest mate/fate
of love and joy combined 

to love is to
see God, for God
Is love; futile to doubt
For love is the
one thing no one
Can be fulfilled/content/happy without 

Janet Martin


Monday, October 13, 2025

A (Long) Thanksgiving Song

Today in Canada, we celebrate Thanksgiving Day
Happy Thanksgiving, today and every day!

For doors that swing wide open, with a beaming 'welcome in'...



Ps.92:1
It is good to give thanks to the LORD, 
And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;

Give thanks in every circumstance, 
for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

Psalm 147:1
Hallelujah! How good it is to sing praises to our God, 
how pleasant and lovely to praise Him!

For friends and family, for fellowship’s fond happiness...
(dinner yesterday)



For apple-lunch...


 and carrot crunch, 


For soulful meditations as we witness God, so great
In colour combinations only He can orchestrate...



For front rows seats to Divine Majesty’s Un-commonplace
As mercy, new each morning, ushers from unrivaled ranks
Much unmerited favour, often assumed without thanks




Part 1.

1. For creeks meandering through pasturelands, rolling and green
For rivers, rushing-rambling, rippling down rocks and between
For lakes that lie like mammoth mirrors, reflecting the sky
For cakes and fresh-baked pies piled high with whipping cream, oh my

2. For thund’ring hues that waltz through autumn woodlands without sound
For harvest hymns, raised heartily from reaping’s holy ground
For friends and family, for fellowship’s fond happiness
For faith’s fine privilege of prayer, braced by God’s promises

3. For apple-lunch and carrot crunch, and colourful cuisine
Of fruit and veg simplicity yet fit for king and queen
For good-book getaways, for phrases like ‘just between us’
For wordsmiths forging sheer delight from ink and genius

4. For hands to fold in prayer or to hold humble tools of trade
For arms to wrap with tender care around a sad comrade
For beautiful feet, gospel-shod, so everywhere they go
They bring good news of one, true God who loves everyone so

5. For steaming cuppa, when we wake or at coffee break time
For surprises of beauty, begging for a twist of rhyme
For soulful meditations as we witness God, so great
In colour combinations only He can orchestrate

6. For laughter, glorious laughter, after sorrow’s vale of death
For oohs and aahs where Nature steals the show and then our breath
For home, sweet home, a haven in a world, too hurried, oft
For Innocence, to challenge and keep hearts gentle and soft

7. For all the lovely people who care enough to be kind
Who view life’s opportunities with others first in mind
Who value precious moments, no spent moment compensates
Who recognize the School of Life, and love fellow-classmates

8. For autumn’s ambience that sets both earth and souls aglow
Where what was good in good old days will always remain so
The thrill of a still morning or sunset bathed eventide
A table set for dinner and a loved one at our side

9. For wind-ghosts, hustling-rustling through a cornfield, brittle-bronze
For work to do, for fallen leaves cartwheeling across lawns
For the best yet to come, for Heaven; hope and faith’s reward
For this and so much more, we raise a hymn of praise, O Lord

10. For comfort for our sorrows from the One who understands
Whose love is etched in utter proof in nail-scarred feet and hands
For He who bids us ‘come’ for rest this world knows nothing of
Who keeps in perfect peace all who are anchored in His love

Part 2.

11. For flow’ry fence-line filigree; milkweed and Queen Ann’s lace
For front rows seats to Divine Majesty’s Un-commonplace
As mercy, new each morning, ushers from unrivaled ranks
Much unmerited favour, often assumed without thanks

12. For so much wonder to behold in every season-frame
Praise God from whom all blessings flow; from Whom all creatures came
To Him be glory evermore, who vexes mortal ken
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. Amen.

13. For He transcends Time’s transient speck we beck to comprehend
His promises no one can check, or nullify or bend
A kind, unfailing Helper through the troubles that befall
For this and so much more we thank You, gracious Lord of all

14. For Today’s smorgasbord, laden with goodness to enjoy
A stroll in the fine company of little girl and boy
Through an October afternoon unraveled leaf by leaf
Overflowing heart-cups with happiness, in spite of grief

15. For loss that tunes us to the gains we would otherwise miss
For eyes to see and ears to hear, for lips to smile and kiss
For poets, born to bravely bare their souls upon a page
To preserve cherished sentiment from fleeting age to age

16. For fields and gardens gleaned; for health and strength for toil’s demands
For confidence in He who clothes the lily-gilded lands
For gasp-glimpses of paradise in this old, broken world
For cognizance, to feast our eyes on Evidence unfurled

17. For holidays as handy as a chair beneath a tree
To revel in and reflect on blissful simplicity
For finding so much to be thankful for in every day
As we weather the brunt of hope-dream-laugh-weep-work and pray

18. For cares to keen awareness to our deep need for each other
For we, part of God’s family, are all sister and brother
For this new day to seek a meeker, awestruck attitude
We thank-you Lord, and raise a hymn of glad, glad gratitude

19. For doors that swing wide open, with a beaming 'welcome in'
For scolding, silenced by the mister with mischievous grin
For Firsts we chart with fervor and for Lasts we cannot know
For cheer to journey onward for tis by God’s grace we go

Part 3.

20. For mom and dad, dear mom and dad who gave their prime of life
To feed and clothe and train us to trust God where fear runs rife
Who did not scrimp and save to lay up much pleasure-in-store
But taught us by example what to treasure/measure and Who for

21. For God’s Word, as a lamp to expose dangerous sink-holes
Where we are all born mortal and all die as deathless souls
The dash between our dates of birth and death, life’s sacred span
Where we will either receive or reject salvation’s plan

22. For God’s word as faith’s counsellor and truest friend indeed
For the wisdom that He imparts if we follow His lead
For boundless riches that only poorness of spirit brings
As He opens the eyes of hearts to behold wondrous things

23. For endless entertainment, courtesy of bird and bee
And butterfly, tot, pup and kitten, cute as cute can be 
For Time's four-season carousel twirling around and 'round
Stunning us with hellos and farewells, as echoes confound

For babies to bounce on our knees before they walk, then run
Then fly away while mothers say ‘Where have those long days gone?’
…of teddy bears and goodnight prayers, lost mittens, shoes and socks
And simple joys of scattered toys; dollies and building blocks

24. For kitchen sinks filled with parades of dishes washed and dried
(The age-old effect of hearty appetites satisfied)
For detours, because kindness hailed a second mile or two
For children who never outgrow their mother’s ‘I love you’

25. For music of the rain or strains of cherished melodies
‘Sweet Hour of Prayer, Just as I Am, and Precious Memories'
For harvesters a-humming, beneath autumn’s evening star
For so much to be thankful for however old we are

26. For those who take the time to ask if we are doing well
For those who remember to pray for all we do/cannot tell
For those who try to keep the peace and so they bite their tongue
For those whose friendly spirits seem to stay forever young

27. For those who love and do not count the amount of the price 
Knowing the currency of ministry is sacrifice
Who imitate the One who gave Himself entirely
To leave us an ensample of how true love ought to be 

28. For always a tomorrow (if God wills) to try again
To rally round each other rather than blame and condemn
For we are all First-timers, no one gets a trial run
At life to test its fights to see how this or that is won   

29. …for poems that barely begin to skim the surface of 
Reason to praise and thank you, Lord, for Your eternal love
For the confident knowledge that each day You lend fresh chance
To thank you for the many mercies that your goodness grants

30. For so much we do not deserve but still, You give and give
Praise God from whom all blessings flow; through whom all creatures live
To Thee be glory evermore, who vexes mortal ken
For from Thee and through Thee and to Thee are all things. Amen.

Janet Martin

For Innocence, to challenge and keep hearts gentle and soft...




A stroll in the fine company of little girl and boy
Through an October afternoon unraveled leaf by leaf
Overflowing heart-cups with happiness, in spite of grief...




For holidays as handy as a chair beneath a tree...



Friday, October 10, 2025

Like Fresh-baked Bread...


“When you reflect on your work,
give thanks that every breath you took,
all the intelligence you applied,
all the strength you exerted, 
was a gift of God,
so that your working becomes an occasion 
of happy, thankful worship as you think about it.”

Instruct those who are rich in the present age
not to be conceited 
and not to put their hope in the uncertainty of wealth,
but in God, 
who richly provides all things for us to enjoy.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving Bake Day!



Baking always brings me pleasure...



...and it's easy to worship when oil cruses 
and flour vessels are full! 


Would I be as willing in my worship if they were not?
A thought to challenge/purify my gratitude! 


This day is thine and mine to break
Like fresh-baked bread; to take and bless
To savour every crumb and flake
Like manna in the wilderness 

This is the day the Lord has made
He does not author thoughtlessly
Its lease; then do not be afraid

Today’s ephemeral empire
Of morn-noon-night slips through our touch
Futile to wallow in the mire
Of yesterday’s defeats and such

Better to taste our gift of days 
Like fresh-baked bread; simple and sweet
And with each morsel/mouthful offer praise
To He who gives to we who eat

Janet Martin

This Good Day -Fernando Ortega






Thursday, October 9, 2025

In Spite of Sorrow, Joy...

A bitty Thanksgiving Ditty...


Phil.4:6-7
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication,
 with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;
  7and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, 
will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.




In spite of sorrow, joy abides
In spite of heartbreak, hope prevails
In spite of turmoil, peace resides
Because God's purpose never fails

Though troubles come, though teardrops fall
We are not crushed or forsaken
This is the pow'r of Christ in all
Who believe in Nis name. Amen

Christ is the crux of every good
The source of joy, hope, peace and love
Until we love/trust Him like we should
Everything else is not enough

Janet Martin




Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Perfectly Possible

All goodness is a gift from God!
All the goodness of this life, without God, could not be possible!
God gives us much more than we could ever earn or deserve.
Who, besides Him can we direct true thanksgiving to?!!
For passages that helped inspire today's poem click HERE and HERE


This morning as I opened my eyes and sensed 
life's impending and immense weight of care
the first line of this poem whispered into my heart...

All things are possible with He who made the heavens and the earth
Whose perfect law of liberty when heeded, frees a blessing-feast
He helps us; nothing in this world compares with Him; He grants true worth
His love/flood, at Calvary unfurled to pardon sinners, has not ceased

All things are possible with God; His goodness oft misunderstood
Because our feet have never trod the rocky road to Calvary
To break sin’s curse and pay its debt while nailed upon a cross of wood
To prove our love; love we forget too often and too easily

All things are possible with He whose power raised Christ from the dead;
The same power that sets us free and instills all who have believed
So, we may overcome faith’s foe and put to subjection, the dread
That else would seek to overthrow the joy and peace we had/have received

All things are possible with God; do not despair when sorrows roll
The comfort of His staff and rod delivers us from evil snares
Where the tempter seeks to destroy, God, rich in mercy cheers the soul
And runs its cup over with joy as we trust He who hears our prayers

Janet Martin

Lord, it is yours. It is not mine. 
This life you breathed your life into
Is a gift You ordained to shine
All glory to its Giver; You




God's Way is Best
Author *Charles W. Naylor

1 God’s way is best; if human wisdom
A fairer way may seem to show,
’Tis only that our earth-dimmed vision
The truth can never clearly know.

Refrain:
God’s way is best, I will not murmur,
Although the end I may not see;
Where’er He leads I’ll meekly follow,
God’s way is best, is best for me.

2 Had I the choosing of my pathway,
In blindness I should go astray,
And wander far away in darkness,
Nor reach that land of endless day. [Refrain]

3 He leadeth true; I will not question,
Though through the valley I shall go;
Though I should pass through clouds of trial,
And drink the cup of human woe. [Refrain]

4 God’s way is best; heart, cease thy struggling
To see and know and understand;
Forsake thy fears and doubts, but trusting,
Submit thyself into His hand. [Refrain]

5 Thy way is best, so lead me onward,
My all I give to Thy control;
Thy loving hand will truly guide me,
And safe to glory bring my soul. [Refrain

*Naylor, Charles Wesley. (1874--1950). C. W. Naylor was born in southern Ohio and reared in Ohio and West Virginia by grandparents. At the age of nineteen he left the Methodist church for the Church of God. He worked for a while at the Gospel Trumpet Company in Grand Junction, Michigan and on some evangelistic tours. He was ordained in 1899 in Springfield, Ohio. He was first injured in 1908 in Florida while moving timbers from under a meeting tent. He suffered a dislocated kidney and other internal injuries. A year later he was in a bus accident that left him an invalid for the rest of his life. Naylor wrote eight books, many articles and pamphlets, many hymns and gospel songs, besides being a columnist in the Gospel Trump

Tuesday, October 7, 2025

What Matters Most

I turn to Ps.119 over and over
as sorrows, like sea billows roll...


Ps.119:27-28
Make me to understand the way of thy precepts: 
so shall I talk of thy wondrous works.
My soul melteth for heaviness:
strengthen thou me according unto thy word.

This past weekend we received word of tragedy after tragedy on our highways!
Close to home three girls (ages 14, 6 & 4) have lost their parents
(my daughter's neighbour's/friends)
The school my brother teaches at lost a student in another accident.
A man from our church family lost his sister and her husband in yet another accident.
(and these tragedies mentioned are only the ones with personal ties. There were more!!)
Please lift the community up in prayer (esp. the orphaned children!)
And those on the other side of each of these accidents 
where another whole community of families and loved ones suffer
because life as they knew it has been shattered!! 

This is the second neighbour/friend my daughter has lost suddenly
a little over a month apart!
Please pray for Emily and her husband Rob,
 as they continue to support the other family as well!
 
Oh, how harsh seem the various trials we encounter
yet without them how would our faith mature/grow?!

Consider it pure joy, my brothers,
when you encounter trials of many kinds,
because you know that the testing of your faith
develops perseverance.
Allow perseverance to finish its work,
so that you may be mature and complete,
not lacking anything.



Oh Lord, we cannot know Thy thoughts
The way Thy mercies move
Are through the trials life allots
Thy faithfulness to prove

Oh Lord, we cannot comprehend
Thy plans Thy love empow'rs
As high as heavens o'er earth ascend
Are Thy ways above ours

Oh Lord, without faith and hope tried
We would grow proud and boast
Then miss what matters most

Oh Lord, restore our hearts to Thee
To trust Thy perfect will
Through Thy Word let our comfort be
The power/precepts You instill

Janet 💔🙏

We sang the song It Is Well With My Soul at my sister's funeral a little over a year ago...
(When it is well with our souls, what matters most is well!
Hallelujah!)