When we feel able and capable, it is all too easy to think we can handle whatever comes our way.
We neglect to depend on God. We act like we can manage alone.
Sometimes He literally has to throw us to our knees to reveal our neediness.
Lately, my M.E symptoms have magnified and been accompanied by a persistent viral infection.
All of which has shown me how frail I can be and how much I lean on the Lord for strength each day.
There is great Hope in our helplessness.
There is reason to rejoice when we allow God to be strong and mighty on our behalf.
I sink grateful before Him, knowing all inspiration and ability to write, all energy and strength, all ability to live and love are God-given gifts.
He encourages us to abide in Him, rest in His loving provision, be upheld by His word and comforted by His Presence.
“Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit,” says the Lord ~ Zechariah 4:6
‘Mighty’
Mighty oaks spring forth from tiny acorns
and each lake begins with a few drops
A swelling tide seethes from sprinkles
and you so easily forget such humble origins
or how My power is made perfect in weakness
as you despise your humanity, frailty
My hand will lift you out
of any quaking pit of fear
My arm will reach down
and hold you ever near
Standing strong in My strength alone
you are warrior-brave, courageous,
full of valour, confident, bold
Allow Me access to all vulnerable places
give Me the key to your heart
I see its quavering mustard-seed faith
and how it needs My power
to grow resilient,
unwavering ~ in every part
Let go your worries, anxieties, cares
and rest in My mighty cover of Love
shelter of protective prayer
equipping of grace from above
I will be strong in all the weak spaces
invading long-devastated places
to make you mighty ~ and to set you free
©JoyLenton2014
“The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing” ~ Zephaniah 3:17
Poetry Joy 
Beautiful poem and so true! I really loved the verses you chose to accompany it with also. Letting go of my worries… 🙂
Hi Joanna. Thanks for stopping by! I appreciate your sweet encouragement. Letting go our worries is harder than it sounds, isn’t it? But so worthwhile to try. Bless you, friend. 🙂
just last week, i re-read a message i penned as God spoke it to me. He told me that when the way is smooth, i thank Him, and that’s good, but when it’s not smooth, i have to trust Him. He’s not trying to grow my thanks, He’s trying to grow my trust. i’m so grateful i can’t handle what He gives me, so grateful to HAVE to trust 🙂
Yes, I know what you mean. It feels painful to have our faith stretched but trust grows strong through trials as God reveals His great faithfulness. Keep on trusting, friend! 🙂
haha..awesome…how about i forgot that i even typed this to u…i’m reading your reply like, WHOA..i just did a vlog on youtube about this the other night…then i read my comment n giggled…yeah..that gripped me n i had to speak on it 🙂 be blessed 🙂
Hallo Joy, visiting from FmF (for a change😉😘). Your poem spoke to my heart. I’m so sorry to hear you are unwell. I’ll pray that you feel better soon. It’s Sunday morning and we wanted to go for a walk on the beach – when we got there it was sprinkling and there was a ‘swelling tide’ during the night. By dear husband James think he’ll melt if he walks in the rain, so we came home. I love walking in the rain – it’s very romantic.
So we are back home with a steaming cup of coffee.
Have a wonderful day.
Love and a hug.
Patricia
ps:When you feel better again do you mind reading a poem I wrote last week. Would love to hear your opinion.
Words Say What My Heart Conceal
http://wp.me/p3okvN-uW
Hi Patricia. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you! Your Sunday morning sounds idyllic, even if you missed a longer walk in the rain. Coming home to a steaming cup of coffee is always welcome as far as I’m concerned!
I have clicked over and read your beautiful poem. You are a talented wordsmith and I loved reading your poetic phrasing. Maybe the poet in you needs to come out more often? Just a thought, my friend. Love and hugs Xx 🙂
Good evening Joy, thank your reading my poem. I appreciate you doing so. We have less than two weeks left in Hermanus before we fly away to Italy. Went for my afternoon walk. Imprinting the empty windswept beach on my eyes.
As I meandered along the foamy edge of the water, memories of thirty years flickered at the edge of my mind. I was fourteen when we first came here for a holiday. You can imagine the memories of summer holidays, boyfriends, laughter… and also the heartache of loosing Helen here. I’m saying goodbye slowly, re-visiting places of fond memories.
I should write a poem about it 😉
Enjoy your evening,
Love, Pxx
Hello Patricia. It’s lovely to see you again. From what you share, it feels more like a book ~ memoir perhaps? ~ could be birthed from your meandering and pondering. Though writing a poem or two is a great place to start. Have a wonderful trip to Italy and soak up some sun for me too! Enjoy your days. Love, J 🙂 xx
Dear Joy, it’s a while since I contacted you, been busy, but you are never forgotten. I cried when I read this poem, and marvelled at the way you have grown. Bless you.
Dear Maureen, it is lovely to see you here and to know that though we can be as ships passing in the night, we still think of and pray for one another! I so often fail to see how I am growing as a woman of faith (maybe it’s hidden from our eyes?) or as a writer/poet. But God keeps gifting me with words and inspiration and our part is to be faithful in the expression of them. May you have times of rest and refreshment in your busyness, my friend. God bless you 🙂 x