While We Learn To Trust His Will

 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: 

because he trusteth in thee.

Isa.26:3

 The weather, like life, sometimes allows sudden light to stream through the storm...

The Unknown groans and oft we do not know how we should pray

Mercy atones ineptness; God hears what we cannot say

From founts of faith His love and grace bids fear’s turmoil ‘be still’

While we, students of love’s heartache must learn to trust His will

There are no Unknowns to He who sees, not with mortal gaze

His precepts taught in forums oft foreign to mankind’s ways

How small the visage of us all; God’s Reason veiled until

We see Him face to face; for now we learn to trust His will

The valley; who could bear it without God to calm and cheer

His Ever-present spirit whispers and comforts our tear

While we with step-by-step dependence climb Time’s holy hill

And cling to He who holds us while we learn to trust His will

© Janet Martin

Before I was afflicted I went astray,
but now I obey your word.
You are good and what you do is good;
teach me your decrees.
Ps.119:67-68

Stairway to God...and first update on Dave's injuries

Oh, sacred place of hope and grace and promises secure

The Lord will hear our cry and His reply is always best

No matter what befalls, the love of God is true and sure

And prayer is mankind’s solace when tempests of trial test

Futile for man to try to understand the mind of God

His thoughts and ways are higher and often misunderstood

For we see but in part; the Lord is merciful, His rod

Though it seems oh, so grievous is always for our good

Sweet hour of prayer, where God is there to comfort our plea

He succors our need and intercedes from up above

As ever, without limit flows His gentle sympathy

Where once upon a cross He proved the fullness of His love

Do not despair; our Lord is near, how dear His promises

He hears our call; his ears are always tuned to our cry

Where prayer is mankind’s stairway to God’s faultless faithfulness

His perfect intercession knows our need and will supply

© Janet Martin

SO much to pray for these days.

Please, pray with us for my brother Dave.

We are waiting word on his injuries after a work accident yesterday when

he was air-lifted to Hamilton hospital.

He is in much pain!

First update:

It appears that he fell onto his left side, and he broke his left collar bone, all the ribs on his left side, fractured bones in his mid to lower spine, he has a collapsed lung, and has a small tear in his spleen.

He has oxygen to help him breath because of his collapsed lung, and has a tube in his side draining out fluids.

He is in the Trauma Unit, and there is a nurse in his room monitoring him all the time.  He is in a lot of pain and is quite heavily medicated to try to control that.

At this time it looks like his injuries should heal on their own without surgery.

Let us continue to lift their family up in prayer, and pray that Dave will heal quickly, and that Karen and the children will have peace too.

Intricate Alloy

So much to learn as we train and teach...

Little ones have a way of teaching us when we think we're maxed out,
there's more in the tank than we thought!

They teach us the bigness in littleness.
...how to truly live in the moment!

Learning as we’re teaching

Intricate alloy

Bowing while we’re reaching

Training girl and boy

As they open for us

Ways we never planned

Innocence so precious

Guiding 'wisdom’s' hand

Biggest lessons rendered

By life’s smallest throng

Little child so tender

Leading us along

© Janet Martin

Grail of Grateful Gladness

 It's a drippy morning, but stunning still!

Color cascades, gray-blue-yellow

Over heaven’s wall

Morning, like a jocund fellow

Metes time’s madrigal

Gifts too manifold to mention

Pour from grace-gilt grail

Summer’s streams in green redemption

Over hill and vale

Slow thy hurried wish and worry

Lest thou skimmest bow’rs

Where man’s Maker, rich in mercy

Mentors us with flow’rs

Touch Time’s yoke of season-splendour

With love’s humble awe

For its tokens, swift and tender

Yield to nature’s law

‘Faith is substance of things hoped for’

Not Want’s futile sigh

June attunes the heart to wonder

At God’s kind reply

© Janet Martin