Wednesday, January 17, 2024

As We Press Toward the Goal

Dawn’s hoists its mast, ahoy, we cast off to another day
Who knows, but our Captain the full of its come-what-may...

Some of my come-what-may suddenly needs to include a grocery run
when a sudden discovery is made that the household
is in short supply of bathroom tissue!
Nothing quite commands our attention like an empty roll😅😂




It's another frigid and blustery 'ahoy' in southern Ontario


 I LOVE this song as regular readers over the years, may guess😅🙏


Life sometimes tests our focus as we press toward the goal
Its Glance of Circumstances sometimes blinds us to the Whole
Where Time is like a Barge, heaped with its charge of creature care
And we are like the crew, appointed to our sacred share
Of doing our part to serve, first God, then fellowman
And not to grumble at the task, but do the best we can
With humble recognition of that Final Port of Call
When we will meet the Captain and give account for it all

Sometimes we become disillusioned by That Which Is Not
And seeds of discontentment may start to sprout in our thought
And sometimes we forget, in the belly of much-to-do
The Captain’s main concern is for the welfare of the crew
And though his methods of correction may vex you and me
He never fails; his love is steadfast as steadfast can be
A hand upon the shoulder and an anchor for the Soul
To fit us for each tumult, as we press toward the goal

Dawn’s hoists its mast, ahoy, we cast off to another day
Who knows, but our Captain the full of its come-what-may
But if we trust His promises and follow His command
He will not let us blow off course or wallow in quicksand
Though sometimes we are puzzled by the strategies He takes
To reel in our focus till the last stubborn hold breaks
Then, as we surrender both want and will to His control
We will be of good courage as we press toward the Goal

© Janet Martin


Therefore, holy brothers, who share in the heavenly calling,
 set your focus on Jesus, 
the apostle and high priest whom we confess.

Lord, lest we who ought to by now be anchored unwaveringly in the faith
we confessed as a child, 
lest we wallow in doubt and disillusionment,
and neglect to teach by setting a mature, humble and godly example  
for our children and grandchildren as we ought,
adjust our focus where needful, to remain fixed on you, 
and not the Glance of Circumstance!
Amen

Tuesday, January 16, 2024

It's Winter Time

My previous plans for today got postponed till Friday,
opening up a Window of Time to soak in the season🙏💖

Eccles.3:1
To every thing there is a season, 
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

It’s winter, time to marvel without Duty’s pressing Must
Time to linger in garden-catalogues and stir dream-dust...



Time to look at the birds and hear the words Jesus decreed
Do not worry, because your Heavenly Father knows Your need...



It hard to tear myself away from the window these days
The finch feeding frenzy is quite phenomenal!!
How many can you find in the photo below?
I counted 24! and there were many more not on the photo!




It’s winter, time to wander in the snow-embellished wood...


Time to enjoy the fruit of harvest-toil with gratitude...


Time to trade work shoes for slippers and pad about the house
As sweet and simply happy as a little country mouse...



It’s winter, time to marvel without Duty’s pressing Must
Time to linger in garden-catalogues and stir dream-dust
Time to travel the world through books to destinies afar
And, with each turn of page forget how old we really are
Time to look at the birds and hear the words Jesus decreed
Do not worry, because your Heavenly Father knows Your need

It’s winter, time to wander in the snow-embellished wood
Time to enjoy the fruit of harvest-toil with gratitude
Time to trade work shoes for slippers and pad about the house
As sweet and simply happy as a little country mouse
Time to pull child upon the knee and gently rockabye
Before the summer beckons them to spread their wings and fly

It’s winter, time to bundle up when every footstep creaks
When the sharp air pinches and squeeze noses, chins and cheeks
Foolish to challenge Old Man Winter’s churlish howdy-do-o-o-o/wh-o-o-o❄❅❆
So, wear those hats and mittens like your mother told you to
And splurge a bit; indulge in marshmallow-hot-chocolate cheers
All things in moderation keeps us young at heart, my dears

It’s winter, time to dabble in scrabble duels, and win😅
And tell the wind-wolf 'not by the hair on my chinny-chin
May he come in'; and if he tries the chimney he’ll be caught
For I have stoked the fire and it’s very, very hot
A fine place to pull up a chair and talk and talk and talk
And laugh the kind of laughter that is not shushed by the clock

It's winter, time to sip star-sparkles from a frost-dipped mug
And turn, what once was Future/nothing into a warm memory-hug
To pan for winter-gold is such a thrilling escapade
To be content to rejoice in this day the Lord has made
And thank Him for enchantments no other season bestows
Jack Frost's art on the window, fat snowman with carrot nose

It’s winter, time to bake a cake and celebrate Today
And feast on a big slice of what makes lifetimes slip away
Like icicles that dangle from eaves like clear candlesticks
That Sunbeam dares with kisses and that Youngster picks and licks
And Adult says they shouldn’t though we have forgotten why
With so much to remember as the days and years fly by

It’s winter, time to drift across the quiet land on skis
And worship the Creator of white skies, white fields, white trees
And find new ways to wonder at winter splendor, age old
At Masterpiece on Masterpiece only God can unfold
At muffled nooks and crooks and brooks, at firesides and such
Where just like snowflakes, winter’s moments melt beneath our touch…

© Janet Martin

It’s winter, time to dabble in scrabble duels, and win😅


It’s winter, time to bake a cake and celebrate Today
And feast on a big slice of what makes lifetimes slip away...


It’s winter, time to drift across the quiet land on skis
And worship the Creator of white skies, white fields, white trees...



And find new ways to wonder at winter splendor, age old
At Masterpiece on Masterpiece only God can unfold

At muffled nooks


 and crooks


 and brooks,...





Monday, January 15, 2024

How The Plump Dove Fluffs Its Feathers (among a few other observations)


Happy, happy halfway through January 2024!!

Ps.145:9-10
The Lord is good to all; 
 he has compassion on all he has made.
All your works praise you, Lord;
your faithful people extol you.

How the plump dove fluffs its feathers with no need for looking glass...


How, if we look, we find much to be tenderly thankful for
How a good book adds a touch of passion to commonplace chore...
(more about below book Here: Homemaker's Prayer)


How a cup of tea is like a gentle, pick-me-upper hug...


How snow-stenciled scenery always gives my heartstring a tug...



How the plump dove fluffs its feathers with no need for looking glass
How love’s sentimental tether binds the present to the past
How spring, summer, fall and winter, Beauty cheers thought’s countenance
And how prayer’s flight is unhindered by season or circumstance

How we are awed, sweetly speechless by Nature’s Grand Orchestra
How God teaches and beseeches mortal worship through its law
How the creature is no match for the Creator; never was
Never will be; He is greater and deserves endless applause

How the measure of God’s pleasure steals the show without contest
How each new day grants the treasure of a fresh and untried quest
How laughter’s melodic mettle fills the air with seraphim
How the song of the tea kettle is my favorite kitchen hymn

How, if we look, we find much to be tenderly thankful for
How a good book adds a touch of passion to commonplace chore
How a cup of tea is like a gentle, pick-me-upper hug
How snow-stenciled scenery always gives my heartstring a tug

How in spite of so much sadness, gladness survives trouble’s gall
How, despite shape, height or status love is still One-size-fits-all
How a morning always rouses what has never been before
Mercy’s renewed summons wows us with God’s faithfulness once more

How, the howl of younger hunger slowly but surely succumbs
To a wizened, humbler wonder satisfied to savor crumbs
How at last we learn the secret to happiness, fit for kings
Not in gimme-gimme-reaches, but in joy of simple things

How, through loss we gain awareness of phrases like you-and-me
Cherishing the fragile rareness of fine words like ‘us’ and ‘we’
How, here we are cradled briefly between two eternities
One, that concerns the Soul chiefly, one of Bygone centuries

How an almost-poem’s tempo keens the poet’s appetite
How ink-swirls compose mementos of rhythm and rhymed delight
How the Bard, kindly encumbered with God’s charge to dredge blurred deeps
Probes the place where Ballad slumbers or Elusive Poem sleeps

How the Finesse of Forever wakes us to the wealth of Now
How the howling gale of winter makes home palatial, somehow
How we chuckle while the weather throws tantrums that never last
How the plump dove fluffs its feathers ready to face one more blast

© Janet Martin

(Below, the cardinal and Blue Jay pics are from my mother-in-law's house yesterday)


How spring, summer, fall and winter, Beauty cheers thought’s countenance...






Bird-watching bliss these days as the cold temps 
and snowy weather brings a feeding frenzy!









Saturday, January 13, 2024

Of Dialogue Unseen

Nothing we do, no matter how noble, or enjoyable, or profitable
can/should take the place of 
fellowship with the One who made and knows us completely!
Sometimes when I feel busy its tempting to 'skip' a time
of morning fellowship with my/our Giver of every good and perfect gift!
How foolish to choose to settle for less of Him 
on those days we need more of Him! 

Yesterday I enjoyed some mid-winter canning!


I schnitzed the last of the apples from our tree...

...because it looks like the temperatures are going to dip enough
that the produce I was still storing in the garage, might freeze.

I turned some of the cabbage, carrots and onions into another batch of veggie soup!


Below,  little spinoff from this morning's quiet fellowship with my Best Friend

Ps.139:23-24
Search me, O God, and know my heart: 
try me, and know my thoughts:
And see if there be any wicked way in me, 
and lead me in the way everlasting.



Lord, hearer of lament
Beholder of my heart
Discerner of thought and intent
You do not see in part

…but know all things. You look
Beyond what love pretends
My life is like an open book
That no excuse defends

Lord, nothing can replace
The fellowship between
The Taker and Giver of grace
In dialogue unseen

Through You the branch bears fruit
Faith can no proxy plead
Prayer has no equal substitute
To satisfy its need

Unless Thy Word prevails
And Thy laws I embrace
In vain I hoist devotion’s sails
In vain I state my case

O Lord, search my lament
You see and know my heart
Thou, Discerner  of thought's intent
How very great Thou art
  
© Janet Martin



 Psalm 139:1-6 & 13-18

O LORD, You have searched me

and known me.

2You know when I sit and when I rise;

You understand my thoughts from afar.

3You search out my path and my lying down;

You are aware of all my ways.

4Even before a word is on my tongue,

You know all about it, O LORD.

5You hem me in behind and before;

You have laid Your hand upon me.

6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain...


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...


How precious to me are Your thoughts,b O God,

how vast is their sum!

18If I were to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand;

and when I awake,

I am still with You.


Friday, January 12, 2024

Brief Encounter (with Today) or Truth's Long Encounter (with Eternity)

 Ps.139:16

all my days were written in Your book

and ordained for me

before one of them came to be...


Heb.3:12-13

Take heed, brethren, lest there be

in any of you an evil heart of unbelief,

in departing from the living God.

but exhort one another daily

while it is called Today;

lest any of you be hardened through

the deceitfulness of sin


I wonder what today will bring!

Yesterday brought a sweet visit with my sister 

at a friend's beautiful home!

...and an opportunity to be utterly enchanted 

by our Creator's handiwork

as we walked on a riverside trail nearby!





this poem originally was the first three stanzas, 
then, as I was posting it, three more tumbled out😅😏
so, maybe you just want to read three or maybe you will read six.
Either way, may God bless and guide you and me 
 as we try to make the most of
Today's Brief Encounter

Where you will go, I know; your predecessors lead the way
Through twilight’s westward gate each brief encounter disappears
Yet, when I wake, once more you fill each window, like a tray
Replenished with what waits to fuel prayers, laughter and tears

And, though I do not know the ins and outs of ups and downs
I know Whose faithfulness abides to cup each come-what-may
That waits to weave an echo-labyrinth of smiles and frowns
As yesterday’s tomorrow dons the fleet shoes of Today

…to run beneath my feet, the sacred sweep that ekes toward
The finish line where Time and taker’s marathon is through
Thus, dear Today, before you fade where dusk tugs heaven’s cord
And tucks you beneath stars, I want to make the most of you

Because only God knows how many of you yet remain
Before each Today He ordained for me has come to be
So then, because I know that you will never pass again
I want to make the most of mercy's gift of you to me  

Because there is much more than memories to make, at stake
Much more than love's emotional or sentimental spree
Today is the day of salvation; a gift all should take
To prepare for Truth's Long Encounter with Eternity 

Then we should pay attention to each Today that we have
(As surely as the upward flight of sparks, its end will be)
But, Soul transcends the trek that spans between cradle and grave
Where Today's brief encounter hems Truth's Long Eternity

© Janet Martin





Thursday, January 11, 2024

Then, Help Me Lean on You Again (A Prayer)

 for this snow-soft winter morning, I thank-you Lord...🎜🎝




Seldom can I recall lines from the night before, the following morning 
unless I jot them down .
The first two lines of today's poem, first introduced
 as I was getting into bed last night
were still with me when I awoke this morning!
This is my prayer for me and you
as we learn to lean on God's arms again and again.




I want to walk with You today
And talk with You along the way
In all I do I want to see
The evidence of You with/in me

I want to think on things I should
And speak only words sound and good
In all I say I want to hear
Your still, small Voice to commandeer

I want to trust in You alone
To help me through each day’s unknown
In all I face I want to know
Your gift of grace whereby I go

Father in Heaven I thank You
For Your Presence, faithful and true
Then help me lean on You again
In Jesus’ name I pray, amen

© Janet Martin

Ps.89:14-16
Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne;
love and faithfulness go before you.
Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you,
who walk in the light of your presence, Lord.
 They rejoice in your name all day long;
they celebrate your righteousness.



Lyrics
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer

1 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
that calls me from a world of care,
and bids me at my Father's throne
make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
my soul has often found relief,
and oft escaped the tempter's snare
by thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
the joys I feel, the bliss I share
of those whose anxious spirits burn
with strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
where God my Savior shows his face,
and gladly take my station there,
and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
thy wings shall my petition bear
to him whose truth and faithfulness
engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since he bids me seek his face,
believe his word, and trust his grace,
I'll cast on him my every care,
and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!