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March 29, 2019March 29, 2019 / Joy Lenton

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We require strong hearts, courageous spirits and stout shoes to stay on the rocky road-less-travelled, and maintain our hope and trust in God. Maybe we make it harder than it is. Maybe it’s more about yielding our souls to the Captain of our ship, than trying to keep going in our own strength. Set my course I seek simplicity because I’ve dwelt in complicated for far too long. I have allowed difficult to define my days and ways of perceiving my life, my faith, my song. Let me set my course in fair winds or foul, by steering faithfully, aided by grace, by Holy Spirit breath and compass within. And if I get blown off the right course and scent of my true home, may I return again, battered and bruised, perhaps, by a secret bent known only to the soul. I want to stay the course, discover new lands, have my courage rewarded by what I may find, as stars shine bright and a full moon beams, lighting the way for me when it’s too dark to steer or see. © joylenton #setmycourse #steering #faith #surrender #reward #FMF #poetryforthesoul #poetryjoy #poetsofinstagram

Faith is often referred to as a walk, a way of life, a journey, and a wilderness kind of experience at times. Faith is also as an anchor for our souls and a guiding compass, as we steer a course through this world’s landscape. We need faith, trust, courage, wisdom, discernment and deliberation to avoid the many distractions and obstacles in our path and press on regardless. #faith #reward #FMF #navigating #sailing #compass #anchorforthesoul

Do you have a safe place? Our homes are meant to be soul sanctuary havens. They’re supposed to represent the loving parental way God cares for us. But often they don’t. If you, like me, grew up feeling confined, insecure, unloved and unwanted because your family of origin didn’t provide the stability you needed to grow strong on the inside, then all is not lost. I found my safe place in God. He alone can provide the complete soul solace we need in life. Other people and things might try to plug the gap, and succeed to some extent, but God gives us the means to rest all that we are: our fear, pain and shame, our identity and name, our past, present and future, our weariness, brokenness, wounds and mess in Him. #safeplace #athome #restinGod #seekingsolace #poetryjoy #beingthebeloved

When we feel low it's tempting to hide away and conceal ourselves from the gaze of others. But we are never invisible to God. He alone sees into the depths of our sad hearts, collects all the broken shards, the tears we cry inside, and gives us the ability to begin again. We start to discover soul freedom from what has burdened us, as we hand it all over to God, one broken piece at a time. Blue layers these layers of blue I store them up for you in my heart only you have the key the means to set me free © joylenton #bluelayers #tankapoetry #micropoetry #keytofreedom #healing

There was I, quietly reading reading and resting in my bedroom chair, minding my own business, when something out the corner of my eye caught my attention. This little creature was climbing over the window, as carefree as anything. Our insects aren't huge in the UK. It's been enlarged here. Otherwise I would probably have screamed as well as jumped up in surprise. 😏 But I'm still not sure what it is. Any ideas? #surprisevisitor #insectlife #windowview #bluesky #notmyimagination #noideawhatitiscalled

During times when we feel too weary to be much use to anyone, or when bouts of unworthiness and insufficiency strike us, maybe God is calling us to rest ourselves in Him, instead of dwelling on our perceived lack. Just this It doesn’t feel like much, this tiny offering she brings, a small seed sown for the one who is known as King of kings. And her heart contracts, flutters a bit, because it just can’t be enough, can it? All she has to give to him is broken sleep and broken dreams, a weakened body, weary and sick, where deformity sits. She has no riches, no wealth, no treasure to share, nothing tangible, just herself and the pain and stiffness she bears. Yet she hears a voice calling her forward, gently encouraging her to walk toward him with ungainly feet and aching limbs. And he lifts her chin, smiles into her downcast face and draws her into a loving embrace. Rest here, my child, rest your heart and mind and rest assured I receive your tears like they are ocean-drawn gifts and precious pearls. I know how much your heart aches to bring me a suitable offering, and longs to have a different kind of existence to be living. All I ask from you is that you believe who I AM and open your heart to receive all the gifts I delight to pour into your soul’s reservoirs. Your brokenness is a great gift to me, because I work best within an open, contrite heart and a surrendered soul, just as you are. © joylenton #FMF #justthis #restinGod #faith #trust #seekingsolace #hope #encouragement #poetryforthesoul #poetryjoy #poetsofinstagram

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