These Little Ones

Remember the Sears Christmas Wish Book? 

Oh, the excitement/longing that turning those pages would bring to children's hearts?!!

For my grandson the Living Waters Catalogue seems to stir the same kind of response!

Get this!! the day after they got it his best friend came to his house to play; 

(someone he has not seen very much due to the times we re in (COVID-19)

Well, he informed his friend he couldn't play until he was done 'looking at my new maganazine'!

This week he asked a little girl playing at the park

"wanna come to my house? I have a new maganazine' (his way of saying magazine)😂

And this catalogue is stress free! 

no need to worry that they might be exposed to something negative!

It's so important to guard their little hearts

and nourish their minds with upbuilding things!

Train up a child in the way he should go,
[a]And when he is old he will not depart from it.

Prov.22:6

Yesterday...

This morning...

last week...

Sometimes I wonder as I watch you 

Run and laugh and play 

What your pretty, sturdy hearts 

Will dare to dream someday 

 

I wonder what will dash and cheer you 

Comfort or dismay 

Will you trust the Lord to hear you 

When you kneel and pray 

 

What will shape you, hurt you, heal you 

Through days dark or fair 

Will you trust the One wo keeps you 

In His loving care? 

 

Sometimes I wonder as I watch you 

Innocent, carefree 

Watching those who watch and teach you 

Who you’ll grow to be 

 

© Janet Martin 

Sometimes I wonder as I watch you 

Run and laugh and play 

What your pretty, sturdy hearts 

Will dare to dream someday ...

  

  

Unexpected Break.

 Computer woes: first it froze then did nothing. What to do? Wait while they put everything from 5 users on windows 10 brand spanking new!!  Back by Saturday hopefully but then relearn a new format 😐.        Janet. This is my first attempt to post from my phone. See you soon 💕

Unraveling the Wonder-wild...

The arbor in my garden often frames the perfection

of a child's face peeking through...

and giggling 'peek-a-boo'!

...the arbour in my heart does too!

What Wonder-wild will today bring?
Nobody knows!

Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, 

the things you planned for us. 

None can compare with you; 

were I to speak and tell of your deeds, 

they would be too many to declare.
Psalm 40:5

On eastward ledge earth’s edges fringe fresh disappointment and delight
Dawn’s door, upon a soundless hinge swings wide and melts the dark of night
With what seemed so sound as a child; the tidy tick and tock of time
Unraveling the wonder-wild with brooks and blocks and nursery rhyme

This forward flight of morn to night soon seals The Reel, innocence-kissed
The childhood years no child reveres slips from them like a robe of mist
Those hands that pull the wool from eyes and tug us from our toil to play
Soon tuck the tulle of hugs and sighs around a world of Yesterday

…born of today; the glance that skims and dances through our touch with ease
And bears upon its beckoning a reckoning of memories
Where here and now, so very ordinary as it comes and goes
Is like the ink we use to write the stories that our lives compose

Wonder and woe, so interwoven we cannot will them apart
Are like a vine; tender-tough tendrils entwined round and through the heart
A tapestry that holds a sea of seasons softly swallowed up
Where day-to-day adds to the salt-starred roar of oceans in its cup

…on eastward ledge earth’s edges fringe the essence of a wave that rolls
From Mercy’s charge through mortal barge hinged to the Keeper of our Souls
Where all we face is by His grace and therefore we are brave enough
For disappointment and delight, the tangled residue of love

Where we, the children of a Dad who does not falter in His gaze
Will always vex us with the perfect order of His higher ways
Then pray we never lose The Sense of Something Precious Running Rife
Unraveling the wonder-wild of ink that inches into Life

© Janet Martin

Mouth-control

 Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, 

Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.

Prov.16:24

😊

 

Swallow hard and bite your/my tongue
Harsh words swift-spewed live so long
Breathe a prayer and count to ten
We all need grace now and then 

And soon you/I will be so glad
For sharp replies left unsaid

Where a bit of mouth-control 

Is like sweetness to the soul

 
© Janet Martin