Monday, May 20, 2019

Looking Beyond What We See


 Yesterday's Sunday morning message challenged us to rethink our attitudes on suffering !
Often we pray to be freed/healed from them when in fact, scripture teaches otherwise!

 ...and then, while I was working on this post up came this post on Ann Voskamp's blog!

Look, but look beyond the beauty brimming from the beaming bloom
Look, but look beyond the duty of the modest mop and broom
Look beyond the pond that sparkles like a rhinestone in the sun
Look, but look a little deeper than the sweep of seasons spun

Look, but look beyond the panoramas stirring sacred sighs
Look, but look beyond the frond that lavishes the earth, then dies
Look beyond time’s bitty bubble that does not burst to thin air
Look, but look beyond the trouble to the One who put it there

Look beyond the work that is more than the sweat of toil to sod
Look beyond the hurt that sometimes drains us enough to trust God
Look beyond want’s fondest ‘druthers’ to the Place of faith’s reward
Look, but look beyond the surface to the grace of Christ our Lord

© Janet Martin



  And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. 
1 Pet.5:10 
 
 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, 
worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; 
2 Cor.4:17
 
 that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, 
and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 
Phil.3:10 

Shameless No Apologies, Please...


 I had a few people tease me a little this week-end about how 
"oops, Janet's likely thinking of a poem!"
 It's strange but that is not really how this poem-thing works. 
At least, not as easily as I wish it would! 
The poem-press has a strange mechanics/mind of its own!
 but that being said,okay, it's fair...
my being teased that anything you say-do-are
 might be used in a poem!
So please accept my no-apologies! 😏


 It's back!! ...'the plush rush of a breeze that sounds like water-fall in trees...



Would you accept my modest ‘please?’
And shameless ‘no apologies’
For being drawn (both hand and heart)
By a palette of poem-art
By the plush rush of a breeze
That sounds like water-fall in trees
By the murmur of an afternoon
That always steals summer too soon
By how love’s walk-talk-grin-tease-wink
Keens commonness with poem-ink
By how nothing is quite as it seems
Where a world of near-poetry teems
And I am dearly blessed and cursed
By being want-of-word immersed
And yes…you, my dear, might kindly be
Immortalized in poetry
Because something you kindled stirred
The spark that strikes the poem-chord
And mustered from nothing at all
The music of a madrigal
Because (p-s-s-s-t, just between you and I)
A poem-well cannot run dry
As long as there are blooms and birds
And tots learning to pronounce words
And seasons stunning us with sheaves
Where we, torn twixt Time’s trusts and thieves
Learn to hold on while letting go
As long as there is sun on snow
Or stars on late-afternoon lakes
Or joy-bursts when we have what it takes
By the grace of God, to keep keeping on
As long as there is dusk and dawn
Or you and I, not yet sight-blind
Moved by moments soon left behind
Where an ocean of ages cries and laughs
With pages of unpenned paragraphs
I ask, will you accept my ‘please?’
And shameless no apologies
For attempting now and then
To snare star-surges in a pen
And ponder into poetry
A piece of what will never be
Again

© Janet Martin

The Joy of the Lord


Yesterday a friend shared how there are no words to express the joy a parent feels as they see their own children/child become genuinely excited as they begin to discover personally, the joy of Jesus!
 ...not belief or 'religion' they were taught 
but Jesus as a friend and fullness of joy!



Let it light a holy fire
Leave desire struck with awe
Move through trouble’s mud and mire
With its pure and perfect law

Let it author hope’s elation
With its raw reality
And stir hearts to celebration
With its glad infinity

Let it make us truly humble
Dash to death the pride of life
Lest we dare to let greed grumble
Lest we cater to its strife

Let its laughter be contagious
Let its oil of grace anoint
Where, so faithful through the ages
It will never disappoint

Let its wonderment restore us
To the place we ought to be
Let the rapture of its chorus
Overthrow idolatry

Let it cheer Duty’s demanding
Stun fear with its rich reward
Where peace passes understanding
When we find joy in the Lord

© Janet Martin

Longing To...


We all reveled in the brief warmth and bit of sun yesterday;
before heavy thunderstorms moved in and temps nose-dived!

On Saturday I saw a few tractors in fields and thought
maybe this is the beginning of the end of the spring that would not be!
but this morning optimism takes another hit while
 we pray that farmers can keep their cool/faith and patience!
 This morning (because its a holiday here) I could
'linger longer at the brook that took so long to sing' (see below)
 last year above...this year below

 Last year above...this year below
 Last year above...this year below

 Last year above...this year below

 last year above...this year below



We are all longing to...
To wade through leas where green grass gleams and ripples in the sun
To be a little more carefree where barefoot children run
To make the most of idle time, sprawled beneath sapphire deep
Or take an afternoon to climb a flower-studded steep
Or linger longer at the brook that took so long to sing
While we were waiting for the melody that we call spring
And shivered in our sugar-coated platitudes and such
Where it seemed somehow summer’s harbinger had lost its touch

© Janet Martin

Saturday, May 18, 2019

Lift Your Heart To Heaven


 When we feel falsely accused, when we feel misused, abused,
we should lift our hurt to Heaven
because He was hurt too, by and for us!
"A new command I give you: Love one another. 
As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
By this all men will know that you are My disciples, 
if you love one another.”
John 13:34-35


Lift your heart of hurt to heaven
Child of He who loves us so
Praise Him for our sins forgiven
Trust for what we do not know

Let go of resentment’s treason
Turn the other cheek and pray
Do not heed revenge’s reason
Ask Jesus to lead the way

Ask Him to help you be meeker
Than the one who hurt you so
Not to be a vengeance-seeker
Or to return blow for blow

Jesus bore false accusation
But He answered not a word
Lift your heart of hurt to Heaven
Let love heal what hatred stirred

Let love suffer long, my precious
Forgiveness heals evil’s ills
Let love counter words malicious
With the love Jesus instills

Lift your heart of hurt to Heaven
All we suffer, so did He
Praise Him for our sins forgiven
And thank Him for Calvary

© Janet Martin