Like Raindrops On The Glass

Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him.

 

Like raindrops on the glass

Are the memories in time

Pressed ever so gently

On the recesses of my mind

 

 

 Tender and so perfect

Nourishing and kind

My favorites are the memories

Forever treasured so to find

 

 Remaining hidden yet available

Words of knowledge to remind

When looking through the images

Drops of water impressions defined

 

 

 

Tracing through the pattern

Of His precious former rain

Waiting for the pouring out

Of the latter for our grain

 

 Like raindrops on the glass

Are the memories that define

Remembering all the promises

Latter and former come to mind

 Pouring out His goodness

Like rain drops all around

Reminding us that eternity

Has a forward marching sound

 

Copyright © 2019 January laurette laster all rights reserved

 

“Let us acknowledge the LORD;

let us press on to acknowledge him.

As surely as the sun rises,

He will appear;

He will come to us like the winter rains,

like the spring rains that water the earth.” (Hosea 6:3 NIV)

 

“His coming is like rain. He brings refreshment and joy.” (Zechariah 10)

I can honestly say that I have been awakened by The Lord, with a poem, only a couple of times. Most of the time the poems flow out of my prayer time or while reading my bible.

The first time that I experienced this was about a year ago, I woke up around 3:00 AM and it was as if He was saying, listen. He allowed me to hear what He hears from people when the world wakes up. The sound was deafening. It was like a loud roar of millions of people saying, “Give me, I need, I need, do this, are You there, do You care, are You real, etc.” I heard in my spirit, “this is like a child holding on to the mothers leg crying and begging, while saying they are hungry. All the while their place at the table has been set. There is a plate filled with everything they need and hunger for,  but their refusal to grow up and go to the table leaves them helpless, hungry, and begging.” If we do not know our Lord as a loving provider we do just like the child above. If someone has failed as provider and a nurturer,  we can and so often do, transfer this hurt or pain to our Lord, so undeservedly.

A few weeks ago I awoke again around the 3:00 AM morning hour, with the first stanza on my heart. I lay there meditating on the stanza thinking I’ll remember this in the morning when I wake up. I was planning on going back to sleep. Then I had this knowing that I should get my phone and write this in my notes. So I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and began to write this stanza. Greg woke up and said what are you doing? I wondered if Greg thought I was like a teenager and had been on my phone all night? not. LOL! I said to Greg, “The Lord is giving me a poem.”

I am so glad I wrote the stanza down and added the second. The early morning hours while this poem was given, I could clearly see I was looking through the glass, and there were rain drops covering the entire surface. The next morning the poem flowed from these two stanzas.

Yesterday when it was raining, I went to capture a few photo’s to go along with this poem. The rain was the soft nourishing kind of rain that provides moisture, but does not pellet the new growth, which would destroy the tender shoots.

I have wanted to capture a shot of  a rain drop or drops coming up and out of a puddle, or a pond, or a lake, or in this instance my bird bath, and yesterday was the day. I am also on a mission to capture photos of a rain drops falling from leaves and I do think I will during the spring rains.

I am convinced more than ever that it was the soft rain that actually caused the drops to bounce up and out of the water. I still in my heart, remembering this verse in Romans 2:4, “or are you unaware not knowing that it is the goodness of God that is leading you (us) to repent.” His love and tender mercies are what made me feel safe enough to open up and share my heart with Him. I needed a new heart because the old one had turned to stone trying to deflect all the hurt and the sin I heaped onto it. After a deep work of repentance,  I could then stand up and leave the dead stuff behind. I was set free to rise up into all He was calling me to be.  I realized that God was not holding my sin against me, He was attempting to heal and forgive me. This did not happen in an instant, it is a process that occurs over many seasons. You know seasons of rain, snow, heat, howling winds, but always covered by His goodness. His goodness that is there through it all while my roots were growing deeper and deeper in Him.

God is orchestrating and doing a new thing. This tender rain is a picture of His love toward His people that we may grow and mature. It is not however what the unbelievers will experience. They will be pelted and destroyed. We can be certain of this. The LORD tells us, be not deceived, God will not be mocked, whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. (Galatians 6:7 KJV)

We are coming up on new planting season. It is not to late to uproot or plow under the dead works and plant the wonderful works of God in your heart and in your mind. And it is never to late to share the good news of what He has done for you to help someone else change their minds.

I take walks down memory lane with my Savior. I like to be alone and just tell Him all I remember that He has done for me. I tell Him certain things I remember that He has done for me that have changed my life thus saved me from the enemy ‘in a me’. “I’m like do you remember when we did this? Or do You remember when that happened? Or remember when we……?” Of course He remembers, and I know that full well, but I never want to forget. I tell Him often I was not worthy to wash His feet when He called me. Now I feel  like Mary of Magdalene. I’ve washed His feet with my very own tears while worshipping Him for all He has done for me. I never tire of telling Him how grateful I am that I have been set free from unclean spirits.

And now if I may; I want encourage you, and to tell you that it is time to remember all that The Lord has done for you, and to be ready and willing to serve Him and His purposes fully.

God bless you and keep you and make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you and give you Shalom.

Until next time, thank you for listening with me. Laurette