Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Rules of Relinquishment...and a few recipes!


Sermon to me-self😐 
Sometimes, even though being busy is a blessing, 
I miss some things that didn't happen this year...
(Somehow the end of August always feels like the end of summer)
...am very happy with all the 'summer' sealed in jars though!

This is Veggie Soup, Salsa(recipe below) 


Don’t hold too tight; put up a fight but only where it counts
The law and order of life’s rites of passage do not shift
Be humbly grateful for the mist that falls from Mercy’s founts
For every single day, to one and all is but a gift

Don’t mourn too long sweet summer’s song of days bound into sheaf
Or hunger for much younger feet and lips, to dance and sing
Don’t hate the pace of meeker grace, or face refined by grief
For kinder those near winter than those who’ve known only Spring

Don’t ache for what Time takes but rather praise God for its More
No matter whether rich or poor, Time treats each one the same
It never leaves us younger than we were the day before
And when our numbered days are spent we go from whence we came

Don't wallow in regret but set your eyes toward what waits
And where the clock ran out on dreams that never did come true
Don't cry, but try to cherish fully life's present estates
Because before we know it This will fall prey to time too

© Janet Martin

Salsa Recipe
20-24 cups peeled chopped tomatoes(scald tomatoes for easy peeling)
8 cups chopped green peppers(or green and red mixed)
6 cups chopped onion
1 jalapeño pepper (remove seeds for milder salsa)
1 garlic bulb
2 tbsp. salt
1-1/3 cups white vinegar
1/3 cup apple cider vinegar (optional)

Chop tomatoes and green peppers by hand
Coarsely chop onions with food processor
Section and peel garlic cloves 
(quick way to peel them is to press clove hard with a glass and peeling falls away)
Chop garlic and jalapeño finely in food processor or slap-chopper

Mix all ingred.and bring to boil slowly to avoid burning.
Simmer for two hours or until thick.
(1-369ML can of tomato paste helps to thicken it more quickly)

Put in jars then into canner. Bring to boil and steam for 15 min.






Tug of Time...






The color of New Season starts where old shades fade and fray
The tug of time entangles hearts where threads dangle and sway
Its shuttle weaves, with day-to-day’s morning to eventide   
A tapestry of far-off leas where fond farewells reside

The final destiny of dancing feet draws nearer, oh
The tug of time is bittersweet; soft kiss and bitter blow
And no one is immune to winds that tune the green-leaf hymn
Where touch of noon to noon soon siphons summer from the limb

The ebb and flow of new today-dreams beckons and beguiles
The tug of time lassos its prey with love-lessons and smiles
Yet always on the fringe of Celebration's gifts galore
Is a searing Sensation that there must be Something More

Its funambulist teases us with joys that steal our breath
Where tug of time always eases us toward its latest death
It etches laugh-lines to the face, oft traced with tender tear
And keens us to a time and place beyond the Now and Here

The color of New Season starts where erstwhile colors end
The tug of time draws us toward More than four seasons, friend
Then, wise the one who holds out hands and lets Time’s strands fall free
For a clenched fist can’t cup the mist that weaves a memory

© Janet Martin

 Teach us to number our days,
    that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Ps.90:12

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Chance to Dance...?



God is a Perfect Dance-partner. 
With His arms around us He'll catch us when we fall, every time!

Looks like we'll be dancin' the Salsa for a day or two😏


Wings of wonder
Weight of woe
Which will be the ‘way we go’?
Trust or worry
Faith or fear
It is up to us, my dear
Circumstance
Is but The Chance
To drag our feet,
Or dance

© Janet Martin



Serious Cause For Hope or Fear


 Man looks on the outside (and some of what we see is perfect in all its imperfection)
 The Lord looks at the heart 1 Sam.16:7
(and some of what he sees is perfect because of His perfection)


Lord, you see deep down inside
Every hurt, fear, hunger, pride
Insecurity, despair
Every evil tempter’s dare
Idle whim, lofty ideal
How we think and how we feel
What we harbour, forgive, prize
Who we worship/idolize
Loneliness, remorse, regret,
Secret sorrow, weakness, yet
You never waver a bit
Loving us in spite of it

Knowing every little lie
Every selfish tear and sigh
Every battle, every foe
Every single want and woe
Every trip, slip, stumble, fall
Rendered in Thought’s hallowed hall
You see hearts tender or hard
Ignorance, hate, disregard,
Love, compassion, sympathy
Thankfulness, humility
Every foible and mistake
Still You will never forsake

Lord, you behold naked truth
Who could stand, aged and youth
For nothing is hid from you
All we think or say and do
Lord, if thou wert Judge alone
Who could bear life’s care and groan
If Love laid no bridge betwixt
Joy and hope could not exist
There would be no steppingstone
To the prayer-room at Your throne
Lord, You see inside, tis true
Pray You see a bit of You

© Janet Martin

I couldn't sleep last night for a while...(Tormentor and Teacher at odds)
until I focused on the fact that we see only the outside 
but the Lord knows the heart
(for better or worse)
and loves and forgives us all!
As far as the east is from the west so far does He remove our sins from us!
All we need to do is call on Him!




" as far as the east is from the west,
    so far does he remove our transgressions from us.
  As a father shows compassion to his children,
    so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him.  
For he knows our frame;
    he remembers that we are dust...

Ps.103:12-14 ESV




Monday, August 27, 2018

On Kissing Golden Curls and Such

The death of John McCain has fired some fresh for/against political-debate
for some people who enjoy such things.
 "personally", I told hubby on the onset of another such-flavored conversation,
 "I prefer the gentle world of kissing golden curls and such"
(before they have to brave the battle where Bible-based truths and politics war..)
(plus, I just don't have the energy for such discussions after a day of kissing-holding-scolding😊)
When Grandson wanted to get dressed the other morning
I told him he may take his pj's off...
I laughed til I cried as round and round he went trying to pull his foot free...and it would not!

Ah, moments like these make so worthy-the-earthy as well!



Kissing golden curls with love
Fitting small hands into these
Laughing at the antics of
Pirates sailing green-grass seas…
Shores a-buzz with honey-bees

Moments full of joys of boys
Trucks and bugs and hugs times ten
Never mind the mess, the noise
Can’t rewind today again
Soon life turns boys into men

Peek into a petal-porch
Marvel at the color-world
Caught inside a teeny torch
Where the bitty bud uncurled
Glimpse of mighty God unfurled

Kiss those curls, boo-boos and such
Do not fret the Yet, my dear
Life is like a Maestro’s touch
Composing ballads of Year
With the notes of Now and Here

Stop to watch a cloud drift by
Talk to butterflies, walk slow
Peek-a-boo and hush, don’t cry
Kiss those golden curls, for oh
Willing winds of change do blow

© Janet Martin