Leaning on a raindrop in the midst of a storm
Leaning on a raindrop in the midst of a storm
My back feels strength and comfort of its arms
As we break from the clouds and fall aimlessly from the skies
there is no fear, and no danger seen in my eyes.
We amble towards the ground, oblivious to the wind’s force,
Steady on our intended course; I know you will land calmly
without the urgency that breaks apart in pieces which cannot be restored
or put back together.
I know I am safe, so I trust you to guide us, as we go through the turmult
that from a distance appear to embrace us.
One raindrop in the midst of a many adversaries, my calming, guiding, redeeming
protector, on which I will wholely lean in the midst of all my storms.
Rosemary Stovall
I wrote this poem during my healing process, because as I was freefalling in my own strength and my own reserve, I was totally covered in God’s mercy and grace, and it was His power that carried me through the storm. I looked at Job in his times of tribulation when he spoke in Job 12:23. He was feeling hurt, and yet not forsaken, not abandoned, so he rationalize for a while about his path and his continued faithfulness, his trust and belief in the God who had given him so much, he said of God; “He makes the nations great, then destroys them”; because he acknowledged God’s infinite power above all his own surroundings and circumstances. Knowing God on a much greater arena than just what was happening to him. Job 13:15 “Though He slay me, I will hope in Him”. He maintained his faith, in spite of how his world around was crushed, all that he had built was taken away including his own health. His wife, and his friends were not supporting and upholding and comforting, it did not turn him away from the God whom he loved and served. In my current struggle, I have been so blessed by God, with a strong support and prayer circle, and I know He is carrying me, filling me with hope, lifting me when I feel weak, comforting me with His peace. In Job 14:7-8 and Job 14:14 7) There is hope for a tree, when it is cut down, that it will sprout again and its shoots will not fail 8) Though its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in dry soil 14) If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my struggle I will wait until my change comes.