Monday, August 7, 2023

The Older That You Grow...(A Birthday Poem for sunset years)

My mother-in-law turned 92 last week.
(below, a glimpse of after supper fellowship)
My dad turns 82 at the end of August.
Yesterday we attended a family reunion; my dad's siblings and families.
My oldest uncle, Dad's brother, turned 85 a few weeks ago,
We were missing a few fondly remembered faces.
One thing we all have in common is growing older day by day!
Let's cherish one another while we still may!

Don't you find, the older you get that below is a glimpse of as-good-as-it-gets? 
Fellowship around a table with friends or family, and a simple refreshment? 
(People cropped, out of respect for privacy.)



The older that you grow, the more we love you, *mother/father dear
Time does not slow but seems to speed up with each passing year
And sometimes we are prone to take for granted the kind grace
That allows us warm handshakes and fellowship, face to face

The older that you grow the more we keep you in fond prayer
And humbly ask God to bestow His kind and faithful care
With extra-tender mercies as the days to years run rife
To cheer you with His Presence in these sunset years of life

© Janet Martin

(*Word father/mother can be switched to aunt, uncle,
sister, brother etc.)

Saturday, August 5, 2023

Earnest Entreaty...


Today's poem inspired in part by the messages below,
Esp. this line; nothing is worse than men who think that they see
when they are in reality, blind.
and when, in their delusion they make bold, to act as leaders
and guides for others.




 Pictures That Tell a Story (Part 2 of 2) - 08/04/23



We love You, Lord, Because You first loved us, then pray that we
Live to be like vessels out-poured in glad humility
Not wise in our own eyes, with truth, imagination-blurred
But a people that dearly prize the statutes of your Word

Oh, may the love that we confess be more than verbal spew
Convicted by Your holiness to live holy lives too
And as we meditate upon our Saviour we adore
May Want be narrowed down to One/one; to love You more and more

Lest false teachers tease truth with lies that lull heart’s eyes to sleep
Until we do not recognize the wolves among the sheep
Lest deceived, believing we see, are like blind leading blind
Lord, help us seek You earnestly, with heart and soul and mind

Lest love becomes a clanging gong, sanctify, by Thy Word
True love, to enkindle a song of worship, undeterred
A hymn, so very precious, because we are subjects of

© Janet Martin

John 17:17
Sanctify them by Your truth. Your word is truth.


Friday, August 4, 2023

Of August Days (we dearly love)













Where petal-rainbows run awry
Where wildflower rivers run wild
Where green fields rush to brush the sky
Where earth is like a laughing child
Where woods-lined backroads lob a lure
To poet-paradise unfurled
Where ink runs rife and font/want is pure
Where summer’s full bloom fills the world

Where treetop-whispers tune a tide
That runs beneath the brief façade
Of fruit and flowered countryside
Of field and garden-stippled sod
Where butterflies and songbirds flit
Where clover bends beneath the buzz
Of bees, too busy to just sit
And gaze a bit at what soon was

Where overhead cicadas drone
And underneath cricket-band plays
A non-stop backdrop, monotone
Heralding sweet, fleet August Days
Where a sense of impending due
Beckons us to commune with plants
To revel in hue upon hue
Of pleasure the Creator grants

To steep our senses in the joy
Of lily-lavished living-rooms
Before nature’s ordained ‘ahoy’
Snuffs waning wicks of petal-plumes
To never be too hurried to
Slow down and praise the Giver of
Each sheaf and leaf; each darling woo
Of August days we dearly love

© Janet Martin




Psalm 65

(I was going to choose just a few verses but each one is so awesome
I am sharing the whole beautiful chapter)

Praise is awaiting You, O God, in Zion;
And to You the [a]vow shall be performed.
2 O You who hear prayer,
To You all flesh will come.
3 Iniquities prevail against me;
As for our transgressions,
You will provide atonement for them.

4 Blessed is the man You choose,
And cause to approach You,
That he may dwell in Your courts.
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Of Your holy temple.

5 By awesome deeds in righteousness You will answer us,
O God of our salvation,
You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth,
And of the far-off seas;
6 Who established the mountains by His strength,
Being clothed with power;
7 You who still the noise of the seas,
The noise of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
8 They also who dwell in the farthest parts are afraid of Your signs;
You make the outgoings of the morning and evening [b]rejoice.

9 You [c]visit the earth and water it,
You greatly enrich it;
The river of God is full of water;
You provide their grain,
For so You have prepared it.
10 You water its ridges abundantly,
You settle its furrows;
You make it soft with showers,
You bless its growth.

11 You crown the year with Your goodness,
And Your paths drip with abundance.
12 They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,
And the little hills rejoice on every side.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks;
The valleys also are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, they also sing.



Thursday, August 3, 2023

Of This...

 




If I should dare to wander where the feet of angels fear to tread
And yield to worlds that want unfurls with abandon inside my head
Then, linger where fools stand and stare at faded font of yesterday
Ah! I might miss the bloom of this before its petals drift away

If I with skilled desire should build a bridge that only thought can cross
And boldly woo a rendezvous with what will never be or was
Then vainly pause a bit because pleasure and pain must have its dance
Ah! I might miss the thrill of this, while lost in Fantasy’s romance

If I should long for some lost song because of how it made me feel
Ah! I might miss the hymn of This, where original anthems peal
To interweave with what I grieve bequeathed at birth to dusk-wreathed death
To softly kiss the joy of This as it unravels breath by breath

If I should scorn the brimming morn while hungering for what is not
And feast my eyes upon a prize contrived by idle hands of thought
Ah! I might waste the pleasing taste of sweet, sweet berries on my spoon
And I might miss the bliss of This; a glorious summer afternoon

© Janet Martin





Not Here or There or That or This






Sometimes I spend a lot of misdirected
though well-intended energy on trying to
find God's purpose for me
when, as today's devotion reminded me,
all He wants is my surrendered willingness.



This was such a comfort to me as I try to decide 
whether to get back into childcare again or not!
I am having such a hard time trying to figure out what is best...
but whether I do or do not, has nothing to do with his purpose for me,
  if the object of my devotion each day is Him!
If my attitude is 
'Behold the handmaid of the Lord;
 be it unto me according to thy word'
Luke 1:38
(Is that verse not a challenge easier said/read than done?!!)

 Not the choice but the motive behind the choice
 reveals the voice I am listening to!
A sobering scale on which to weigh/pray each decision and desire,
because financial security and creature comforts
 are not God's purpose, 
(though, oh, how human nature wishes it would be!!)
but rather treasure of eternal value...unglamorous in the gaining!

John 3:17
For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, 
but to save the world through Him.

John 6:28-29
Then they inquired, "What must we do to perform the works of God?"
Jesus replied, "The work of God is this: to believe in the One He has sent."

2 Pet.3:9
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness.
 Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish,
 but everyone to come to repentance.

***

Not whether we go here or there or work at this or that
The purpose of God’s call will follow where we hang our hat
His focus not the title of the duty or the task
But of a heart surrendered to whatever He will ask

Not in lofty ambition or pursuit of noble quest
But in humble contrition to obey without protest
The medium of labor but the scaffolding whereby
The love for God and neighbor stirs/spurs the tenure of reply

The purpose of God is not there or here or that or this
His purpose always begins where the mark is hard to miss
Right here and now, with you and me, however vague or dim
His purpose is fulfilled as we relinquish all for Him

© Janet Martin

The Rich Young Man- Matt.19:16-28

16Just then a man came up to Jesus and inquired,
 “Teacher, what good thing must I do to obtain eternal life?”
17“Why do you ask Me about what is good?”e Jesus replied.
 “There is only One who is good. 
If you want to enter life, keep the commandments.”
18“Which ones?” the man asked.
Jesus answered, “ ‘Do not murder, do not commit adultery, 
do not steal, do not bear false witness, 
19honor your father and mother, 
and love your neighbor as yourself.’f
20“All these I have kept,” said the young man. “What do I still lack?”
21Jesus told him, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor,
and you will have treasure in heaven. 
Then come, follow Me.”
22When the young man heard this, he went away in sorrow, 
because he had great wealth.
23Then Jesus said to His disciples, “Truly I tell you,
it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.
  24Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle
 than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”
25When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished and asked, 
“Who then can be saved?”
26Jesus looked at them and said, 
“With man this is impossible, 
but with God all things are possible.”
27“Look,” Peter replied, “we have left everything to follow You. 
What then will there be for us?”
28Jesus said to them, “Truly I tell you, in the renewal of all things,
g when the Son of Man sits on His glorious throne, 
you who have followed Me will also sit on twelve thrones,
 judging the twelve tribes of Israel. 
29And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife
h or children or fields for the sake of My name 
will receive a hundredfold and will inherit eternal life.
  30But many who are first will be last, and the last will be first.




Wednesday, August 2, 2023

Love Song for God's Word


Ps.119:11
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.





Oh, how I love God’s word
His Presence fills each page
His loving kindness undergirds
Faith’s flight, from age to age

He comforts and assures
He leads us in the Way
His everlasting law endures
Come whatsoever may

His goodness, truth and Light
For all faith cannot see
Equips us with power and might
To face the enemy

To recognize sin’s ploy
To guard against the foe
To reaffirm the hope and joy
Only He can bestow

To keep in perfect peace
The mind transfixed on Him
To generate wisdom’s increase
And bid worldly views dim

To bridge the cosmic gap
That else would gape between
To expose the vile tempter’s trap
Alluring and obscene

To tell me of His love
Of mercy’s staff and rod
To caution, correct and reprove
And instill man with God

To rekindle the flame
His gift of grace began
As I uttered the only name
That saves the soul of man

To remind me to trust
He who supplies each need
And counts my numbered days of dust
Tried by doubt, fear and greed

Oh, how I love God’s word
To wake in you and me
A hymn of worship undeterred
For all eternity

His promises sustain
The faith that fain would fail
Save for the Fount nothing can drain
Of love that will prevail

As we, surrounded by
A cloud of witnesses
Commit each desperate heart-cry
To God's kind faithfulness

Where His Voice breaks the bread
That restoreth the soul
Then, as spirit-hunger is fed
Once more faith is made whole

His Word alone provides
Unworldly fellowship
God ministers as man confides
And releases pride’s grip

His Word perfects the prayer
As we learn to be still
To listen, then life’s weight of care
Surrenders to His will

His Word beyond compare
My words inept to tell
The wonders we discover where
His changeless precepts dwell

Stayed anchor when gales sting
When opposing winds seethe
His Word covers me with His wing
And gathers me beneath

To thrill me with His love
To protect me from sin
Led by the soundless thunder of
His still, small voice within

Oh, how I love God’s word
Rich with mercy and grace
To cheer me on and undergird
 Until faith sees His face

© Janet Martin







Thankful For = Thankful To



Celebrating thankfulness today!
As harvest begins to be gathered in hearts overflow with thankfulness!
Pray we never simply stop at the 'happy' feeling,
but trace our praise to the Giver of every blessing
His loving care bestows


 




Thankfulness without someone to receive said gratitude
Would make its meek awareness but a circumstantial nod
As soon as we are ‘thankful for,’ we become ‘thankful to’
And thankfulness, all said and done, always leads us to God

From God’s goodness and mercy spills each loveliness we know
Each reason to be thankful thunders with His loving ways
Thus, what a debt of worship to His faithfulness we owe
What happiness, as humble thankfulness is turned to praise

Then as we pay attention to all we are ‘thankful for’
May we be awed by who we ought to be most ‘thankful to’
…the God of our salvation! Who can need anything more
Save to make thankful praise the goal of all that we pursue

© Janet Martin

Ps.59:16
But I will sing of Your power;
Yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning;
For You have been my defense
And refuge in the day of my trouble.

Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning;
for in thee do I trust:
cause me to know the way wherein I should walk;
for I lift up my soul unto thee.

Psalm 107:1
Oh, give thanks to the LORD, for He is good!
For His mercy endures forever.

Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD;
for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good:
because his mercy endureth for ever.

O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good:
for his mercy endureth for ever.

Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
His loving devotion endures forever.

Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Farewell July and Hello August

 Hello all, and Happy August!


After a week away, yesterday was a bit of a blur
trying to decide what to tackle first; laundry-mountain or garden jungle!!





Yesterday was sunny but cool, kindling an intoxicating eagerness for 
back-to-work! such wonderful work, summer is!
My sister texted me while I was shelling peas last night ...


or I might have missed July's farewell moon...




Finches bicker, green leaves flicker where sunbeams and shadows play
Where each hour is a flower that unfolds then fades away
And its petal is the mettle of echo-medleys that waft
A succession of impressions etched on Bygone’s breadth, breath-soft,

July marches through blue arches; boundless awning overhead
Vaulted over corn-wheat-clover fields, like quilts that need no thread
Speechless wonder rolls like thunder through heart and soul, awed, agape
While man gazes God amazes us with summer’s sanguine cape

Garden treasure kindles pleasure unlike any in the world
Spring-time planting now is granting toil and mercy’s fruit unfurled
Earth’s effulgence births indulgence; beauty bids duty to drink
Pause and savor awe’s full flavor-burst of gold, purple and pink

July leaves us; farewell grieves us but August rekindles smiles
It bewitches us where ditches have become wildflower-isles
Milkweed plumage, chamomile, sage, Queen Ann’s Lace and chicory
Cricket-choir catches fire we can hear but cannot see

Hello August, welcome, dew-dust dazzled, frazzled summer-crown
Sultry, sunny, sweet as honey-suckle run wild and wind-blown
Crowded beaches, juice of peaches drips from lip-smacking yes-yes!
Rouses gladness from spent sadness; hello August happiness

© Janet Martin

A little glimpse of last week...
at a lakeside cottage








Welcome August!