It's Not Easy But It Is Possible

This winter I have committed to sorting through

a lot of long-neglected corners and drawers filled with paraphernalia and plunder

of collections no longer relevant to the season I am in...Older mother!

And while mothering is by no means over, preschool and school children mothering is!

Leaving a lot of hard decisions to be made like

how many old art projects, canvases, folders, sketch-books, keepsakes do I keep?!!

My oldest daughter is at the other end of the spectrum, at the beginning of this journey

 and sometimes the only way I know how to advise her on

how to navigate a situation is because 

though the circumstances may differ the solution is the same for her season as mine;

 Ask God for wisdom then trust Him to provide!

Often wisdom comes through what feels like failure first.

But the important thing is that we don't give up!!

 Keep trying/praying! 

It’s not easy, learning how to fully lean on God to guide

How to trust Him without fretting about if/what He will provide

It’s not easy learning how to yield and say ‘Thy will, not mine’

And to rest in Him untroubled by His unrevealed design

It’s not easy, learning how to sacrifice each selfish choice

Taking God’s Word at His promises without doubt’s vexing voice

It’s not easy to be holy; we need God’s word in our hearts

To undo sin’s dark dominion and to thwart the tempter’s darts

It’s not easy to be faithful if we look ahead too far

But God makes it possible if we trust Him

Right

Where

We

Are

It's not easy, the relying on strength we do not possess 

But as long as we keep trying God unveils His promises 

© Janet Martin

Prov.3:3-8, 33-35

Let not mercy and truth forsake you;

Bind them around your neck,

Write them on the tablet of your heart,

4And so find favor and [a]high esteem

In the sight of God and man.

5Trust in the Lord with all your heart,

And lean not on your own understanding;

6In all your ways acknowledge Him,

And He shall [b]direct your paths.

7Do not be wise in your own eyes;

Fear the Lord and depart from evil.

8It will be health to your [c]flesh,

And strength[d] to your bones....

...The curse of the Lord is on the house of the wicked,

But He blesses the home of the just.

34Surely He scorns the scornful,

But gives grace to the humble.

35The wise shall inherit glory,

But shame shall be the legacy of fools.

The Wonderworld of 'Will' or The Best of 'This'

Oh, the wonders of tomorrow...

Little grand-daughter sighed with ecstasy  as she relived

 a euphoric plethora of summer memories

 while peering through winter's window...toward spring!

Tomorrow will soon be today's challenges and joys

Tomorrow will soon steal today's girls and boys

Tomorrow will change (for better or worse) what Today still is

Tomorrow is a world away; let's make the best of This

'Grandma, why did you tape the door shut?', questioned grand-daughter the other day.

"Because it's not very tight", I replied "and we need to keep the shivery wind outside!

But, one warm, wonderful sunny day Gramma will take the tape off!

We will open the door and set the rocking chair and flowers

 back on the deck and have tea out there

and read books and have campfire suppers!

 Won't that be a happy day?!!"

And grand-daughters eyes sparkled with heaven-like anticipation as she sighed,

'ye-e-eth!! and aunty Mel will be here too, right?'

' Oh, I hope so,' was all gramma could promise😅💖

I've always believed anticipation is one of life's purest pleasures,

but let's not miss what is while we dream, right?!

Someday porch flowerpots will brim with pretty petal-plumes

The wooly-white woodland will ring with reawakened tunes

The meadow will be like a green-spun picnic blanket spread

Beneath a canopy of sun-kissed blue skies overhead

The barren branch will burgeon with hues of replenished shade

The gale will gentle its halloos into a serenade

Raindrop-waltzes will wash the world and rouse earth from its sleep

And windows will not frame counterpanes unfurled, white and deep

New beginnings will flower and blossoms will deck the grass

Dreamland’s barred gate will lower and beckon us to trespass

The quiet interlude between harvest and Planting Must

Will turn into a bustling scene of machine-startled dust

The clock will feast on a buffet of quickened hour-chime

Hearthside evenings borne away until next winter-time

And we will taste spring’s cheeriness that waits within our thought

And we will wear the weariness we had somehow forgot

And we will wonder at the way each season swiftly spills

While hunger scavenges hope’s tray that each new day refills

And we will bow our head in thanks to mortal’s gracious God

Where we will soon join silenced ranks in earth’s grave-stippled sod

The wonderworld of 'will' is filled with what yet waits to be

With tears and laughter not yet spilled into a memory

But, lest we miss the best of This that will fill yesteryears

Let's make the most of what yet is before it disappears 

© Janet Martin

Genesis 3:19
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, 

until you return to the ground--because out of it were you taken. 

For dust you are, and to dust you shall return."

Eccles.12:7

Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,

 And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

A Gentle Reprimand (mother or not!)

Below, a bit of conversation between my daughter and I

as she lamented some not-so-shining-parenting-moments earlier today💓

(my comments in the blue)

The quote my daughter shared reminded me that we sure shouldn't 

point an accusing finger at anyone

before we have walked a mile in their shoes...should we?💖💕

Until we’ve worn each other’s shoes and borne each other’s cares

And struggled with each other’s dues and prayed each other’s prayers

I think the point that lingers is love’s gentle reprimand:

Instead of pointing fingers let’s reach out a helping hand

© Janet Martin

Faith-forge...

This poem is inspired in part by a few stories I recently read or am reading...

the stories of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph and now, Moses!!

Also, the story of George Mueller

(the excerpt below esp.)

Heb.12:1

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses,

 let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us,

 and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,

The beautiful 'cloud of faithful witnesses' that encompass us

 challenge, inspire and encourage

 the ongoing stories of our own lives/faith still being written!

Take heart, fellow-friend!

Stories of faithfulness cannot be written in a hurry!

I began this poem yesterday morning, but it was not a poem

that could be quickly spilled....then tot-care gobbled up the day!

Last night my energy and concentration tank was so completely depleted

to the point of feeling like I was getting sick (but a good night's sleep resolved)

so this is yesterday and today's poem!

Below: a Celebrate-the-Very-Brief-Splash-of-Sunshine-with-a-Hot Chocolate-'Picnic'!

The answers that we seek in our hurry oft seem slow

When faith’s posture is weak, not meek but impatient to know

Doubt and desire wrestle as God tests love’s utmost part

(To be His chosen vessel is not for the faint of heart)

The high call of surrender grants no accolades unearned

Faith’s Author and Perfecter leaves no stumbling block unturned

But moves in ways contrary to sight’s acumen and whim

God’s rebuke necessary to expose wants not of Him

Encompassed by a cloud of witnesses, faith’s legions shine

As God fulfilled/revealed His promises and purposes divine

While waiting-seasons refined trust and taught them to endure

And be obedient because God’s Word is just and pure/sure

What sometimes seems like pleas ignored or forgotten by God

Or futile ‘waiting on the Lord,’ is oft discipline’s rod

To dredge the depth of the heart’s measure where His Word should be

To test the timbre of the treasure only He can see

What masters of disaster mortal’s lack of patience proves

When we choose to move faster than God's higher way behooves

When foolishly we plunder gates still barred to our request

Blind to redemption’s wonder waiting to reveal His best

God's providence instilling/fulfilling holiness, makes no mistakes

He tugs at ties unwilling until pride's resistance breaks 

And probes the hold that still denies Supreme Authority

Until faith's utter boast replies 'not I, but Christ in me'  

© Janet Martin

2 Tim2:3

Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

With Only One of Each of Us...

How grieved our Creator must be when we choose to bicker and bite

instead of lovingly forgiving each other like He lovingly forgives us!

After all, every single one of us is on our maiden voyage through life 

with so many mistakes made, to learn from...

and to top it all off there are no two of us exactly alike!!!

Unlike these birds who all sound and look exactly alike...

With only one of each of us and no two quite alike

It stirs in us the impetus to do the best we can

To honor He who drew in us His holy breath of life

Where there will never be another you or me again

With only one of each of us and no two quite the same

Is it then any wonder that we often disagree

But wouldn’t it be nice if we recalled from whence we came

Then strove to love because there is only one you and me

And no one else can take the place of only you or me

Where every single ‘us’ is originally designed

And no one else can be the person we were made to be

Now is that not reason enough to be loving and kind

…and just a bit more patient with one-only-you and-me

Where we are all on maiden voyages from here to There

With our one and only unique personality

And our One and Only Creator beyond compare

We all have this in common; He who makes us black and white

And numbers our days before one of them comes to be

He smiles with loving kindness; we are precious in His sight

For there will never, ever be another you or me

How often we could treat each other better than we do

And cherish one-and-only-me-and-you while we still can

Before it is too late because either first me or you

Will go the one-and-only way we go since time began 

© Janet Martin

Psalm 139:13-16

For You formed my inmost being;a

You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14I praise You,

for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Marvelous are Your works,

and I know this very well.

15My frame was not hidden from You

when I was made in secret,

when I was woven together

in the depths of the earth.

16Your eyes saw my unformed body;

all my days were written in Your book

and ordained for me

before one of them came to be.

To We, Still Growing Older

Accomplishment/achievement happens one challenge/step forward at a time!

 Sometimes challenges take years to fully complete,

 some even a lifetime(such as a life well lived). 

And because nothing ever stays the same for very long the challenge is constant, isn't it?!! 

Listening to two funeral messages/tributes where children and grandchildren

 rose to call their mother and grandmother 'blessed' 

is such an inspiration to we still growing older 

and seeking to honor God in the season we are in!

Because sometimes what in the moment seems quite commonplace

 is in fact composing cherished memories and legacies! 

Titus 2:3-5(NKJV)

But as for you, speak the things which are proper for sound doctrine:

 2 that the older men be sober, reverent, temperate, sound in faith, in love, in patience;

 the older women likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers,

 not given to much wine, teachers of good things— 

4 that they admonish the young women to love their husbands,

 to love their children, 5 to be discreet, chaste, homemakers, 

good, obedient to their own husbands, 

that the word of God may not be blasphemed.

Photo shared with their Daddy's permission😅💖

When we have no other engagements Sunday Supper at Gramma's & Grandpa's house 

has become a highlight for both the young and old!

Last night Grandsonny went exploring in the room that used to belong to Uncle Matt

and he appeared beaming broadly, with a treasure he unearthed!

Hockey Card Collection!

To we still growing older there is much still left to learn

As we begin to shoulder wisdom we have yet to earn

As we begin to fill the shoes not worn by youthful dreams

But with meek awareness of dues that sager ken esteems

As we begin to weather ways, we once thought quite far-flung

While we were living in the days that seemed forever young

To we still growing older because death is held at bay

Where time seems to grow bolder as swift seasons fall away

We start to sense anew the age-old way staid tick-tock works

As we begin to do the things that once drew winks and smirks

But we excused with kindness because, ‘they are old, you see;

Who knows, with youth behind us what kind of ‘old’ we will be?!’

To we of slowing footsteps there is much to take in stride

As Time begins to show us that it is not on our side

And soon we too will join the ranks of neither young nor old

Or rich or poor; then give God thanks as His mercies unfold

The sacred charge of setting a careful example for

Young men and women whetting raring appetites for more

To we still growing older, (where the Done none can undo

For no one can unsolder the door that each day runs through)

We reassess the beauties of an unsealed legacy

And the blessing of duties that befit maturity

Of kinder, truer patience as we bear in prayerful mind

The precious generation that is following behind

© Janet Martin

Eph.5:15

  Be very careful, then, how you live—

not as unwise but as wise,

As We Face What Waits To Be...

 

After two funerals, one on Friday and one yesterday

it is impossible not to be impacted by the brevity and sacredness of life on earth.

For, even though both funerals were for elderly women who had outlived

'by reason of strength, four score years'...

the moment life ceases to be all that matters is how we prepared for eternity!

Here we all still are, where God tips the scales of mercy in our favour,

where the invitation to 'come' resounds, 

and where redemption for sin still flows full and free!

Heb.9:27-28

Just as man is appointed to die once, and after that to face judgment, 

28so also Christ was offered once to bear the sins of many;

 and He will appear a second time, 

not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who eagerly await Him.

Are you among those 'who eagerly await Him 

because of His gift of salvation'?!

Jesus Paid It All

Daybreak tips God’s scales of mercy in our favour; faith ahoy

With the promise of his Presence we proceed with hope and joy

Armed with the awesome awareness of the power of His Word

Gladness rekindles commitment to our calling undeterred

Because no matter what happens as we face what waits to be

Nothing in the world can sever us from God and love's decree

As Time’s thread runs through His fingers and our numbered days decrease

May Hope’s finished work through Jesus fill our hearts with joy and peace

We who believe in Him receive so much to be thankful for

As the Hour is approaching that nobody should ignore

When the joy still set before us is unveiled and we shall see

He who tips morn’s scales of mercy and beckons ‘come unto Me’

Death demands life’s full attention ere it cuts time’s sacred cord

And it ushers us to reckon with the love we most adored

Pray before the hour ceases when repentance comes too late

We have put our trust in Jesus, who will greet us at death’s gate

Then, when like a little vapor time’s brief sojourn disappears

We who have believed will enter in to ‘no more pain or tears’

But for all who disregarded He whose love tips mercy’s scales

There remains the endless horror of rejection’s endless wails

© Janet Martin

There is a Fountain filled with Blood

This Is He Who We Adore

Behold our God

The call of He who was, is and will ever be resounds

The love of He who cares for all His creation abounds

The light of He who pierced the darkness of the world abides

The grace of He who sets us free through Calvary resides

The living hope of He who anchors saving faith secures

The truth of He who IS the Word eternally endures

The joy of He who is our strength consoles and satisfies

The salvation of He who shed his own blood, justifies

The armor of He who fits us for every fight defends

The promises of He who hears our humble cry attends

The holiness of He who is our helper awes and cheers

The mercy of He who is kind and faithful commandeers

The righteousness of He who is infallible prevails

The One true God in whom we trust, whose goodness never fails

Amen

© Janet Martin

Exodus 15:11
Who among the gods is like You, O LORD?

 Who is like You--majestic in holiness,

 revered with praises, performing wonders?

Psalm 92:8
But You, O LORD, are exalted forever!

Psalm 113:4-6

The Lord is high above all nations,
His glory above the heavens.
5Who is like the Lord our God,
Who dwells on high,
6Who humbles Himself to behold
The things that are in the heavens and in the earth?