seeds: seeing potential in our small offerings

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Do you ever feel like you have little of real worth to contribute? Does your seemingly small offering feel like nothing compared to that of others? It’s a thought that often plagues writers and creatives, especially when the flow stalls for a while and we fear it’s lost for ever.

Maybe you look at your life through jaundiced eyes, trying to assess achievements and success? We can easily lose heart when we compare ourselves with others. What helps get us back on track is accepting seasons of plenty and lack, being content and believing how very much we are loved. Just. As. We. Are. And knowing any offering we give to God is never wasted in His hands.

“I know how to get along and live humbly [in difficult times], and I also know how to enjoy abundance and live in prosperity. In any and every circumstance I have learned the secret [of facing life], whether well-fed or going hungry, whether having an abundance or being in need.” – Philippians 4:12 Amplified Bible

We have intrinsic worth and value in God’s eyes. Whether we’re able to produce a lot or not. All He asks is for us to be willing to surrender ourselves and our lives into His hands. ๐ŸŒปย Then watch how He brings beauty out of ashes. ๐ŸŒปย A harvest of righteousness from our brokenness. Hope and joy out of what seems withered or dead.

“To all who mourn in Israel he will give: beauty for ashes; joy instead of mourning; praise instead of heaviness. For God has planted them like strong and graceful oaks for his own glory.” – Isaiah 61:4 TLB

Potential

it seemed far too small
a tiny thing to offer him
still she gave it all
and it made her heart sing

in the laying down
her seeds of life and faith
she knew she didn’t own
how they would be displayed

in her faltering hands
they resembled dust and ashes
handfuls of broken dreams
waiting to be resurrected

but he saw great potential
in every tear, hurt and pain
as she surrendered it all
he blew away each trace of shame

there was a long waiting time
when her soul sank, despaired
before the eventual rise and shine
flowered hope, joy and happy tears
ยฉ joylenton

seeds - poem excerpt (C)joylenton @poetryjoy.com

Five minutes (ish) – yes, I frequently go over a bit –ย  is a small amount of time in which to write. However, God graces us with words to share as we commit our thoughts and time to Him. Today’s poem has been written in response to this week’s five-minute-friday prompt of ‘potential’. Come follow me here to join fellow word wranglers and read the great variety of posts being shared. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’œ

22 thoughts on “seeds: seeing potential in our small offerings

    • Thanks, Tammy! Those words can seem poles apart yet be experienced in a single day, depending on our attitude. Thankfully, we have a God of more than enough, who is always abundantly blessing us! ๐Ÿ˜Š

  1. Dear Joy,
    Your words continually bring tears to my eyes. This whole poem moved me so much today, but especially these beginning lines:

    “It seemed far too small
    a tiny thing to offer him
    still she gave it all
    and it made her heart sing”

    What a gift the Lord brings to us as we offer Him the tiny seeds. It is the singing of His own dear heart within us that becomes greater than the offering itself. How does He do that? Thank you for bringing expression to these deep wonderings of the heart. You have encouraged me today as I look at my tiny words, to continue to lay them before Jesus. May you know what a blessing you are to so many! Love and Hugs to you, my friend!

    • Dear Bettie, I hope those tears came in a good way? You are marvellously responsive to the words I share. It awes me to think how God gives us just the right thoughts to warm and bless another’s heart. The gifts we receive are never just about us, are they? They’re always intended to spread wider than the immediate impact. I love how you have expressed the wonder of it all here: “It is the singing of His own dear heart within us that becomes greater than the offering itself.” Amen, my friend! Your thoughtful comments bless me so much! Love and hugs to you too. xo ๐Ÿ’œ

      • Oh, yes, those tears are tears of blessing from the Lord. Good tears! When He moves my heart, the tears come from some deep place, unbidden by me, but always with a knowing that I need to pay attention. He speaks to me through my tears! Love & Hugs! xoxo

  2. Oh, Joy, this is so beautiful! Your thoughts and your poem. I love the whole poem but these two stanzas stood out –
    “in her faltering hands
    they resembled dust and ashes
    handfuls of broken dreams
    waiting to be resurrected

    but he saw great potential
    in every tear, hurt and pain
    as she surrendered it all
    he blew away each trace of shame

    Our offerings seem so small sometimes and often so broken that we wonder how they could be used, but Jesus knows what He is doing in our lives. How often do we hold on to things, afraid to let go, when the letting go brings the freedom? And not only that, our sharing can help someone else not feel so alone and point them to the One who loves and forgives.

    • Oh Gayl, it truly is a wonder when we consider the seeming paucity of our offerings to God, knowing that He receives the slightest turning of our hearts in His direction and meets them with His compassionate love! I’ve often held onto things and situations for too long, before receiving the freedom gained from learning to release them all to God. I agree it’s in the sharing of our brokenness that we discover those hopeful “you too?” moments, which show us we are not as alone as we thought we were with our problems and concerns. xo ๐Ÿ’œ

  3. Beautiful poem, Joy! It is amazing how even when we feel we have little to offer, God sees potential, and he can take what we have and do more than we could ever have imagined with it if we are willing to give it to him.

    • Oh yes, Lesley, we have far more potential in us than we realise! Our losses and failures might suggest otherwise, but the good news is how wonderfully God can heal, restore or open up a brand new door. You hit on the key requisite. Our willingness becomes the key for seeing change. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’Ÿ

    • Hi Andrew. My, what a lovely warm welcome! And I see you are a poet too, my friend! I have been more unwell than usual and had to take several months off to recover some energy and strength. It’s been such a joy to return to #FMF writing and a delight to see you here again! I hope to catch your latest post asap. But I did pop over and respond to the one before it, I think. You’re seriously lyrical. Can we expect to see a poem or two appearing soon?! Blessings and hugs to you. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’œ

  4. This is so beautiful and hope-filled, Joy. What a wonder God loves us just as we are! I love your poem, too. This part especially speaks to the wounded parts of my heart:
    “but he saw great potential
    in every tear, hurt and pain
    as she surrendered it all
    he blew away each trace of shame”
    Oh, how we need Him to blow away that shame!
    Have a wonder-filled weekend! Love and hugs to you!

    • Yes, we do need shame to be blown away from our consciousness! It’s something we automatically assume, like putting on an old overcoat that doesn’t fit us anymore. So familiar we fail to realise we are wearing it, instead of a royal robe of righteousness. Trudy, I’m so glad these words have been helpful to you. May we continue to walk as head held high, faith filled women of God, who are not weighed down by guilt and shame or feeling like we are not enough. This weekend has begun with sunshine and warmth. That’s a wonder as days are getting colder here! Love and hugs to you too, dear friend. xo ๐Ÿ’œ

    • Becky, that is my hope and prayer as well. Praise God we only have to sow the seeds, faithfully water and nurture them and can leave the outcomes to Him! You’re so right. We all carry seeds to sow, whether we are aware of them or not. Seeds for ill and for good. May God encourage us to draw out those seeds that will bless others in their walk of life and faith and produce a harvest of righteousness! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’œ

  5. Joy, this poem is so so beautiful. You have such an incredible gift from God in your ability to reveal the depth of His heart.

    This poem is truly what He has been working in me and showing me too, as I have laid down so very much. Just today, I sat here with tears in my eyes thanking Him for His incredible kindness to me in all of it. He saw all the lies I was entangled in, but also knew that only His tender touch could lead me into the truth of His love for me, piece by piece: “he blew away each trace of shame”. And I am rejoicing. His One Word for us both is so apt: JOY. Thank you for being you. Love from across the pond ๐Ÿ˜˜.

    • Dear Anna, I love your words here: “He saw all the lies I was entangled in, but also knew that only His tender touch could lead me into the truth of His love for me, piece by piece.” They depict the battles I have faced and the overcoming grace that is sustaining me as well. It’s a JOY to share the word and the experience with you, dear friend! Thank you for being you and for the gift you are to me and so many through your discernment, open testimony and faithful prayers. Love and hugs across the pond. xo ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’œ

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