A learning curve

There are weary  days where energy is low, inspiration seems to disappear and I feel empty of words, drained and dry.

Time and effort are being expended elsewhere and there seems to be nothing to spare.

Then a thought or two enters my head and I mull them around in my mind, grant them space to breathe a while.

Maybe I can write something after all.. perhaps a poem is waiting to come alive?

So I sat down with this week’s five-minute-friday prompt ‘learn’ and began to put pen to paper.

And what emerged was a writing learning curve for me in surrender to the words hidden deep within, not those I had expected to flow at all.

START…

Life is art, craft and poem rolled into one.

How can I learn the sublime way to rhyme?

How do I seek to make art with my life?

Maybe the secret lies inside my soul.

An unfurling, becoming, a stretching toward whole.

Each thought, every tiny step of faith I take teaches me to reach for better things.

Life’s lessons cannot be swallowed verbatim.

Not easily digested or come by without some shift, some ache, some sting.

We have to learn slow, to grow into depth. 

To mellow into maturity, be broken into beauty.

And never lose the essential core of who we are.

Because God has planted a seed within which only flowers with watering from Him.

As I learn to lean harder, fall softer, rise stronger, give freer, hear low soul notes chime and sense God’s footsteps inside my heart, maybe then I will find I am become poet, art and rhyme.

His hand will guide all who surrender their lives to Him.

The willingness to learn comes like bud releasing to sun.

Washed in waters of grace, we finally find our soul’s home place.

STOP.

Writing is always a learning curve as we wait for words to come,  maybe sit with some a while, or let them fly free as God urges us to allow them to spread their wings.

And no less so whenever I prepare to roll with the flow as I join in with fellow wordsmith friends at Kate Motaung’s place. You’re very welcome to come on over, read the great posts there, gather your courage and write with us.

The results are a gift of grace and an offering in this lovely supportive community.

Yes, even when we feel our words have stalled. Because God knows how to release them all. He alone knows who needs to receive them, who will be blessed by our faithfulness.

I didn’t plan to write today. We have family staying over and life is more hectic than usual. Then our toddler grandson decided to take a long nap, tired out as he was after his 5.30 am start to the day. And I’m grateful to have some words to share after all!

Also linking up with Weekend Whispers over at Barbie’s place. Come on over and see what God is whispering to surrendered souls.

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16 Comments

  1. Such beauty in your words.

    I just love this, “As I learn to lean harder, fall softer, rise stronger, give freer, hear low soul notes chime and sense God’s footsteps inside my heart, maybe then I will find I am become poet, art and rhyme”.

    Yes, might we all lean harder, fall softer, rise stronger, give freer…

    Visiting from Weekend Brew,
    Jen

    1. Hi Jen. Thanks for visiting and leaving a lovely encouraging comment! I’m blessed to meet you, and I hope you’ll return again to read more. Blessings 🙂

  2. Love: “Yes, even when we feel our words have stalled. Because God knows how to release them all. He alone knows who needs to receive them, who will be blessed by our faithfulness.” Yes yes yes! I’m parked in the #12 spot this week.

    1. It’s such a reassuring thought, isn’t it, Tara? We never really know who is impacted by the words we share. They have an eternal significance beyond ourselves. Hope to drop by your blog and read your take on this topic as soon as I’ve caught up on some necessary rest and recuperation! 🙂

  3. Beautiful. It is quite the task putting “pen to paper,” isn’t it? I rarely write with pen and paper anymore, but even pulling up a new post or word file can be intimidating. I’m grateful you did. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. I enjoyed reading them. Keep writing!!! Love, your five minute friday friend.

    1. Leah, pen and paper remain writing staples for me as a first draft of poetry, although I’m slowly learning how to pen my words direct to a phone or pc! Thank you so much for the kind encouragement to keep on writing. When God graces us with words to share which touch others then we know we can trust His faithfulness to do so again. It’s lovely to meet you. Do stop by again, five minute friday friend! Blessings 🙂

  4. Another truly wonderful post, Joy. Loved reading it (but read through it so fast that I’m leaving it open (as I do with so many of your posts) to read back through it and savour it and learn from it. Wonderful. Marvellous. As amazing as ever. [Thank you].

    1. Hi Helen. It’s lovely to see you here! I’m so pleased you’ve been able to return to the writing community after your break. You’re always welcome to read my posts as often as you like. Thank you for finding me at my new site for Words of Joy. I’m touched and awed by your sweet comment. You’re very kind. Blessings 🙂 x

    1. Hi Janel! Yes, it’s something we may have to do from time to time, isn’t it? Words may need to sit with us a while before their releasing. So the major challenge of five minute friday writing is allowing them to fly free without worrying about how (or if) they come or where they fall. We marvel at their arrival and the multiple ways in which a one word prompt can unleash so many different responses. I’m thankful for your words too, my friend. 🙂 x

  5. As always, such beautiful truths in your words, Joy. I really love this part – “We have to learn slow, to grow into depth. To mellow into maturity, be broken into beauty. And never lose the essential core of who we are.” Such a depth of meaning in these words. It struck me how when we learn slow, we do grow more into depth. It’s not a skimming the surface. God teaches us step by step so His truth becomes engraved deeply in our hearts and we learn ever more deeply of His character and faithfulness. Hugs!

    1. Trudy, can I confess something? That paragraph is my favourite bit too! And it’s so true that the deep inner work becomes “engraved deeply in our hearts” because we haven’t simply skimmed the surface of things. Wise words, my friend. And honed out of personal experience, no doubt. Thank you for adding to the conversation here. I really appreciate your contribution. Blessings and hugs. 🙂 x

    1. Hi Barbie. I’m so pleased you found something to bless and encourage you in the little offering here. And it’s an honour to link up with Weekend Whispers. I love the title of your lovely link up, by the way. Maybe one day I’ll share a prayer whisper or two which God has given me over the last few years. Blessings to you, my friend. 🙂 x

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