We’re in a season of change.
Air stirs with sound familiar yet different. It’s like our ears remember the refrain but it doesn’t quite sound the same.
We’ve been laying fallow. Now we sense it is time to move forward.
Stretch limbs to sun, welcome warmth on upturned face, breathe easy.
New life springs forth from dead and dying. Darkness gives way to Light.
We see it in plant life. Sap surges and vitality rises from decay.
It is mirrored in our souls.
Each day is opportunity to start again.
Embrace change; embrace life, hope, healing, growth to come.
Yet.. while we waken, stir inwardly; while we make space for new, there is a growing pain.
Skin cracks under the weight of it. Joints protest. Habits die hard and dig deeper.
Hope can fail us and discouragement sit heavy when we focus more on where we are now rather than where we can be.
We’re in transition from moth to butterfly and our souls ache to fly free.
In time, we will.
Hang in there, friend. There’s a hand waiting, reaching for yours, holding you safe as you wobble.
God has got you. And He’ll see you through every painful process of becoming all He intends you to be.
‘Transition’
You feel as if
you stand on the edge
of the abyss
tottering forward
on the precipice
I see you
as seed fallen
to the ground
ready to yield
its abounding harvest
Those things
which root you
to the earth
those pains
are pangs of new birth
You’re in a state
of transition
where you wait in position
as I ready to bring forth
hope of seeing Spring
I am training
you in love
before the raining
of my gifting
pours from heaven above
©JoyLenton2014
While we wait God is working on our behalf. We are being prepared for a destiny with an eternal perspective.
Keep trusting and believing. You are precious to Him . And though it may not look or feel like it yet ~ His timing is perfect.
*Bird photo credit:Image used courtesy of Kathy Snow
Joining here with Holley and other encouraging friends as we seek to offer #coffeeforyourheart
Also with Jennifer for #tellhisstory and with Lyli for #thoughtprovokingthursday
Poetry Joy 
If we can only remember our fallow times can also be fruitful times.
Did you take that photo? It’s beautiful.
That’s so true, Sandra. My most fruitful learning and growth seem to have taken place during the darkest nights of the soul periods, even if I only realised it later with the benefit of hindsight! No, I didn’t take the photo; I’m afraid my skills don’t extend that far. It’s an attribution free image from a web site. I love butterflies for the freedom combined with fragility they represent ~ so like us as we try to break free from all that constrains. Thank you for stopping by. It’s lovely to meet you! 🙂 x
My spirit is absorbing these beautiful words as I feel a transition of my own about to spring forth. Love your poetry!
Hi Angel. I am really blessed and encouraged by your visit and from visiting your blog too! It’s lovely to hear how God has used the poetic words He provided here to bless you. Do stay in touch. You are very welcome to return and read more. Bless you 🙂 x
Beautiful!
thankyou for your inspiriting perspective…
Thank you for stopping by to read and leave an encouraging comment! Bless you 🙂 x
I’m your neighbor at Holley’s. I love that God is transforming us, metamorphosis, into the image of His Son!
Yes indeed, Elizabeth. How thankful we are for His transforming work in us! Lovely to meet you. Blessings 🙂
I enjoyed reading this post; keep on keeping on my friend!
Thank you, Winston! I have every intention to “keep on keeping on” as God gives me grace and strength. Bless you, my friend. 🙂
This is lovely joy! I’ve always loved the image of the butterfly — it reminds me that God is transforming my life.
Thanks for linking up at Thought-Provoking Thursday. 🙂
Me too, Lyli! They are such great symbols of change and transformation, aren’t they? We need all the help and encouragement we can get while we’re waiting to see change in our lives. Thank you for the opportunity to link up with the Thought Provoking Thursday community. Bless you, friend. 🙂 x
I see you
as seed fallen
to the ground
ready to yield
its abounding harvest … ah yes, the death before new life. Ugh and Yay.. 🙂 Thanks for the encouragement of what is REALLY happening! 🙂
Thank you, Jane! I draw strength, hope and encouragement from seeing the harvest to come in my mind and heart before it’s a living reality. Bless you, friend. 🙂 x
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