The Dove’s Cry

Is there anything more sad and mournful than the cry of a dove? I love listening to the birds wake up in the mornings, like it’s just me and them, alone and awake. Bird songs are beautiful and bright, each variety of bird having a unique song to sing. But doves? Theirs is different. More of a melancholy cry… Not really a song at all.

20140531-072905-26945199.jpgAll spring long we have watched a dove in the star magnolia outside the kitchen window build her nest and take diligent care of her eggs. Through snow and rain, she was there, even tolerating me as I tried to take pictures through the window… A peak into her private life.

20140531-073710-27430794.jpgLater in the spring we lost the ability to see her through the window. The leaves on the magnolia got too large and thick, obscuring our vision. But isn’t that why she picked that spot for her nest? About the time for the eggs to hatch, we could no longer see her. I know this precious dove is grateful for the privacy and security coming in the nick of time, but I felt a little sad that I couldn’t get any more pictures and be sure she was okay.

I still watch out the window for a glimpse of her or the babies. Of course, I never see them… They’re too well hidden, too well protected. But I do hear them and their mournful cry. I listen for them! When I sit in my porch swing, I hear their cry underneath the songs of all the finches, wrens, mockingbirds, jays, robins, blackbirds, and so many others. It stands out to me. I know their coo and cry so well, I hear it before I hear the others.

I imaging that’s how God is with us. He has watched over us and loved us with an everlasting love. And even if we don’t know He is there, He sees how we are building our home, taking care of our families, feeding our kids, weathering the storms of our lives. He knows us, He knows our voice. He listens for us… Waiting to hear us when we cry to Him.

I will never hear the doves cry again without thanking God for watching over me, loving me, caring for me, listening for my voice.

Fix My Eyes

The song in my head this morning is Fix My Eyes by for KING & COUNTRY. This link is an audio with lyrics… Had a hard time finding a good video, but you can hear the song.

The lines that woke we up are

Find faith in the battle
Stand tall but above it all
Fix my eyes on You

“Find faith in the battle.” How in the world do I do that?? When I think of a battle, I think about using every instinct, every resource at my disposal just to stay alive… To defeat the enemy. So what are my resources? What do I have available to help me in a battle? And who is my enemy? What am I fighting against?

As I think through this, I know that my enemy is evil, the Devil, Satan. I know that I’m fighting against entities over which I have no power apart from Christ.

Ephesians 6:12 – For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.

The apostle Paul goes on to tell me how to arm myself for battle using “the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit.”

If I’m going to fix my eyes on Jesus, then I have to look UP! I can’t look down, or behind me, or look to another, or look inside myself. Looking UP requires me to lift my eyes, to raise them higher. Isn’t higher where we all want to be? When we are little kids we want to be picked up, put on daddy’s shoulders so we can see better. We want to get a “raise” in salary at work. We want higher grades in school. When I bake, I want my cakes to rise higher. UP is better.

Love like I’m not scared
Give when it’s not fair
Live life for another
Take time for a brother
Fight for the weak ones
Speak out for freedom

These are all things I can do through Christ who gives me strength.

You Came

Do You know who I am, really?
Do You even care?
Do You know my name, truly?
Are You even aware
That I wake up in pain every morning
Or that I feel all alone in my house?
That sometimes I feel like my life is passing me by.
Do You know that I love my children
Or that a sunset can make me cry?
How can it be that my life is the reason why You came?

When You look into the dark corners
Of my heart, what do You see?
Is Your love-light enough to pick through my stuff
And find the treasure deep inside me?

‘Cause I wake up in pain every morning
And I feel all alone in my house
And sometimes I feel like my life is passing me by.
But dear God, I love my children
And Your sunset makes me cry
And I know that my life is the very reason why

You came to heal me
You came to love me
You came to bring me new life
And You came to save me
Take my hand and make me
The one You called to Your side

And when I wake up in pain every morning
Or when I feel all alone in my house
When I feel like my life is not what I wanted I try
To remember how I love my children
And how your sunsets make me cry
And I know in my heart that I am the reason why
You came
You came
You came

@Copyright 2012 Martha Robertson

Do Something!

If not us, then who?
If not me and you
Right now, it’s time for us to do something!
If not now, then when
Will we see an end
To all this pain?
It’s not enough to do nothing.
It’s time for us to do something!!

Matthew West was shouting these words at me when my clock went off this morning. It’s a pretty edgy song and an eye-opener for sure. Listen to Do Something

My Bible study this morning was on the love of God, how nothing… Absolutely NOTHING… can separate us from the love of Christ. And if I have His love in me, if I call myself a Christian, then it’s time for ME to do something. Between the song and the scripture this morning, I have no choice.

So what can I do?

LOVE others any way I know how
Pray for and with others whether they want me to or not
Give what I have when I can
Tithe whether I think I can or not
Teach others about God’s love, teach music
Serve my church, my family, my community, the world around me
Feed others through Soups on Us, Salvation Army
Share God’s love, my heart, my time, my home
SEE the need! Keep my eyes and ears open to the hurt around me

It’s a start. Even if I pick one thing every day, I’m doing something instead of nothing. I’m doing something instead of talking about doing something. God, open my eyes, my ears, my heart and my mind to the world around me… To what You have to say to me, to what You would have me DO. Today. Right now. It’s time for ME to do something!

Lost songs

I lost a song. I don’t know how, but it was there and now it’s gone. I had it all written down, saved it, and when I opened it this morning, it all disappeared and I can’t get the app to bring it back! All the words are gone. The chord structure is gone. Everything.

It’s a song a wrote almost two years ago while recovering from cervical spine surgery, and it was one of the few songs that I had nearly completed. All the parts were there, I just didn’t have the confidence at the time to finish it. And now it’s gone. I can’t even recall the title or some of the words. I was scrolling through when I saw it and thought, “oh wow, I had forgotten that one.” I pulled it up to read it, and it disappeared.

I feel so sad… Like a little piece of me is gone. Is this a little taste of what it would be like if God took away the music from my head every morning? From the beginning, I wondered if I would wake up one day and hear silence. I pray that never happens. It’s a part of me, a part of who I am.

The words in my head right now are set to the tune of Jason Mraz’s song I Won’t Give Up.

“I won’t give up on you, even if you want me to, ’cause I know you’re worth it.”

I am so thankful that God won’t give up on me, even when I think He should. When I was about 13 or 14, my cousin gave me a framed plaque that said, “Be patient. God’s not finished with me yet.” After all these years, and all that has transpired in my life, God is still with me, still pursuing me, still upholding me with his mighty right hand. He is not done with me yet. And I AM worth it!!!

So If my song is lost, then I know God will give me a new song to replace it. A better song. Or He will return it to me, new and improved. Because He never gives up on us!!!

More than just okay

It’s a different morning in my head today. Ingrid Michaelson is singing “I just want to be okay, be okay, be okay…” But the problem is, I don’t!

I don’t want to just be “okay,” I want to be wonderful, fabulous, awesome, terrific, great… You get the idea. Granted, being “okay” is better than being terrible. But is that all I want to be?

While it’s a fun little tune and she performs it beautifully, the lyrics make me sad. She goes on to sing-

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today

Open me up and you will see
I’m a gallery of broken hearts
I’m beyond repair, let me be
And give me back my broken parts

I just want to know today, know today, know today
Know that maybe I will okay.

Maybe these words make me sad because I’ve been in that place before, and I’ve “graduated” to a new place of joyful living. I don’t have to feel just okay, or feel something anymore. Yes, I get down. Yes, I feel bad. Yes, I hurt… For myself and for others. But Christ wasn’t resurrected so I could be okay. Christ came that I could have life, and have it abundantly!

Nobody, including me, is beyond repair, though there have been times in my life when I thought so. But God is good ALL the time. He has healed me from that place of despair and grief, and He brought me back to His heart. And that’s where I want to stay. Safe, warm, loved, protected, guarded by His mighty angels, living the life He planned for me before I was even one day old.

Open Eyes

As I opened the eyes of my body this morning, I was hearing “open the eyes of my heart, Lord.

Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shinin’ in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy

Michael W. Smith’s song has now become a praise and worship standard, yet it’s so simple. The version he recorded is different from the one in my head this morning. Mine is much more quiet and prayerful, but then I’m an audience of one instead of 20,000!

I’m reading through Max Lucado’s book, Come Thirsty, right now. This morning I read, “The problem is the agenda of the human race. We pursue the wrong priority. We want good health, a good income, a good night’s rest, and a good retirement. Our priority is We.” GUILTY!! Reading Max’s words and hearing Michael’s song at the same time have brought me to my knees this morning.

When, how, why did I ever get to the place where I thought this life was all about me?? What I need, what I want, my desires, my hopes, my dreams? I have hopes. I have dreams. I have wishes, desires, plans… But, God, I want to glorify YOU in them. Open the eyes of my heart this morning and every morning. Show me where You need me to be.

This world… This life… Is not my final destination. God use me here, love me here, and leave me here until Your work is finished in my life.


Zephaniah 3:17b says God will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. It doesn’t say God might, it says he WILL.

I’ve been hearing him exult over me with these words from Matthew West’s song, More, since before dawn. Even though I went back to sleep, they’re still singing through my mind hours later…

I see you, and I made you
And I love you more than you can imagine
More than you can fathom
I love you more than the sun
And you shine for me

See all the lyrics here. I love the title of this song… MORE. Besides God loving me more, I want more of Him! I wanted to find a good video of this song, but I couldn’t. Maybe because it is impossible to fathom the love of God, impossible to think about HOW to pack all that love into a tiny little music video. I don’t think I could ever capture it in my music or my painting or anything else, though I try.

But isn’t that all God asks of us? To try? After all, He is the One who gave us the gifts we have, whatever they may be, for the express purpose of glorifying Him! So… I will continue to write this blog, write songs, paint, draw, cook, sew, teach, mother, and anything else I can do for The Lord and to His glory.

And I will be forever grateful and thankful that God exults over me with loud singing!

Until Then…

I am one of those people who can’t wait until the day I get to heaven and meet Jesus face-to-face. I love my life… and I love the people God has placed in my life, but I cannot wait until the day I finally get home! So I was excited to wake up this morning with these new words and melody in my head. So excited that I jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone and (bleary-eyed) wrote down the words before I lost them. After an hour with my iPad and piano here’s what I got.
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I am beyond thankful for my day off today to flesh this out a little. I feel so blessed and honored to hear this in my head, to worship with these words this morning. And it’s just plain fun!! There are lots of songs about heaven and going there in every genre from spirituals to contemporary. Maybe one more can’t hurt?