Thursday, February 21, 2019

A Mighty Difference


 It's that word 'inasmuch' I replied to Victoria,
when she wondered why I said 'yes' the other week when 'no'
felt far more comfortable!
That word 'inasmuch' is life-changing when you stop to picture this scene!!! 

But, I added, I wish I could say my love is greater than the call of duty...
that's the kicker; whether action is a clanging cymbal only or from the heart!



It makes a mighty difference
If what we say and do
When weighed in worship’s balance, Lord
Is said and done for You

How special then each humble task
How reverent life’s call
Where not one duty that You ask
Is counted as too small

Where ‘inasmuch’ keens heart and soul
To look beyond Time’s shell
To pray, when death unveils the Whole
We served our Master well

© Janet Martin


Who-where-when-what-why...


 Here's to the Sacred Surge of Simply This ...




Upon a brink of gray or pink
A whole new day of wonder waits
To thrill and fill toil’s common drill
With gifts from He who keeps time’s gates
The rise and keel of how we feel
Would vex the best of us with fear
But for God’s grace to human race
No matter what we face, my dear

This is the day the Lord has made
For us to praise and worship Him
To find within care’s common skin
The Fount where constant wonders brim
The hunger of all that we love
Leaves nothing but a gaping hole
Until we lean on the Unseen
And let His promises console

Time's skiff of sod twixt us and God
Is like a raft that bears us through
The Here and now until we bow
Before the throne of you know Who
Then we will see with clarity
Where now through darkened glass we strain
 Until That Place when face to face
The what and why will be made plain

© Janet Martin


Have you read the last few chapters of Daniel recently?! 
Sobering stuff and stunningly relevant to the days we are living in!

Daniel 12: 1-4 (NIV)

The End Times

 “At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered.  Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake: some to everlasting life, others to shame and everlasting contempt. Those who are wise[a] will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever.  But you, Daniel, roll up and seal the words of the scroll until the time of the end. Many will go here and there to increase knowledge.”

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Something Without A Hint of String...or Through Crumbling Halls


As stunning as this star-maze is...
 ...today suddenly I had a craving to see wisps of wild grass brush the big blue beyond...





Within the mold of heave-and-hold, of oh, this-too-shall-pass
Are tucked whispers of moment-gold like stems of flowered grass
Where soft, the bliss of having held melds with the soulful sigh
That seems to come too soon like summer’s September good-bye

The best and worst of days are brushed away by the same hand
The boardwalk swept with snow once sported foot-shaped songs of sand
And all the winter weather loved or loathed by old or young
Melts like a silver snowflake sparkle on Time’s outstretched tongue

Something without a hint of string tugs hard on twilight’s hush
The sun slips like a drop of red paint from a half-poised brush
Then disappears, just like the years that fall away with ease
Until we find our youthful selves startled by creaky knees

…and the sudden awakening to things we once thought small
Where moments, cupped in ticks and tocks are big things After All
They form the tides that storm through crumbling halls of skin and bone
And teach us, by God's grace to humbly embrace grin and groan

© Janet Martin











When Country Visits City...


 On Sunday we visited the city our middle daughter lives and works in....

She trades the rural panorama of meadow and stream
For glades of steel and concrete where sky-scraper spires gleam
And past her window hastes a never ending symphony
Of traffic noise that rushes like a river to the sea
And where a country night is tucked beneath star-studded deep
Her night dazzles with lights and sights and sounds that never sleep
No ribbit-ribbit lullaby, no wild forget-me-nots
Here towers almost touch the sky, here flowers bloom in pots  
Here mother looks a little lost and daughter leads the way
When country visits city for a bitty holiday

© Janet Martin


Whenever I go to the city I feel a little like the country mouse😁
 (mid-video begins the part of the story where country mouse accidentally ends up in the city)
how do I know this?! perks of childcare😉
plus, I love Beatrix Potter stories!
  






Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Simply Steppingstones...


As soon as I question Your ways, God
I forget my place
I am a sinner washed in Your blood
I am a sinner saved by Your grace!

 But God proves His love for us in this: 
While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
Rom.5:8



Lord, let me not forget my place
I am a sinner saved by grace
What you allot, allow, ordain
Help me accept and not complain

The mind and heart of God, who knows
The love wherefrom all blessing flows
Pours in a mercy-tide to we
Who would be hopeless/helpless without Thee

Our anguish cupped in mortal glove
Often misunderstands Your love
Yet, words are inept to explain
The loss You suffered for our gain

Then, in this leap of hold-let go
Remind us, Lord, each high or low
In all we touch, taste, see and do
Are simply stepping-stones to You

…where all we prize of earthly ties
Is but a vault of veiled good-byes
So let us not forget our place
We are but sinners, saved by grace


© Janet Martin

 
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of Your strength and proclaim Your loving devotion in the morning. 
For You are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.