What He’s Weaving

Some winds are long-awaited refreshment from heavy heat. I love fresh breezes that make the grass shiver in delight. But when the winds ramp up to high speed, they become terrifying, destructive. Trees that are aged or wedged into shallow soil topple over, even homes are not safe. One year in Ferkessedougou, a tropical cyclone tore off rooftops and destroyed mud huts. This one was the rolling kind that bounces, hitting the ground while whirling around bottom-to-top and rising again.  We had a large gazebo-type structure in our back yard, an open-air shelter used frequently for group gatherings. The cyclone hopped over the courtyard wall, leaving it intact, and lifted the huge thatched roof completely off this special house of meeting, toppling it onto the ground. When Glenn replaced it he attached it far more firmly to the frame than before. It has stayed in place.

These days there are high winds of another kind, news of possible violence in major areas in this United States of America that is no longer very united. We commemorate the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr., with wonderful quotes flying through social media, many times forgetting the background of the racist abuse of the peaceful demonstrators that he led, and the way his reputation was mostly maligned until years after his death. Others focus on those very issues and the present-day need to address them.

And today is Inauguration Day. Parts of the nation rejoice; other parts mourn. Both sides wonder what lies ahead. Will the stormy weather calm down, or will more destructive high winds whip through our nation? The forecasts are mostly grim.

It’s a good time to remember where our sure hope lies: in the presence and goodness of the Sovereign King who always has a plan he is working out. And even when it leads through scary times, he reminds us over and over to “fear not!” Our job is to let go of fear and rest in him. And wait, trusting.

In the Wind (Isa 44:8)

Wind whips wisps of hair

into eyes blurred by despair;

gusts grab my pulsing heart.

Nearly toppling,

scrambling for safe purchase,

I scream!

Don’t be afraid!

Stand up,

throw roots

to deep soil,

twirl them ‘round

all obstacles –

go further down,

further in;

wrap them ‘round

my love!

Know that


here with you,


active inside

the twisters,


my rescue plan.

I rise, reach out,

send soul tendrils

into the silence

of rich loam,

plunge them further

into firm foundations,

wait to see

what he’s weaving

in the wind.

Published by Linnea Boese

After spending most of my life in Africa, as the child of missionaries then in missions with my husband, I am now retired and free to use my time to write! I am working on publishing poetry and on writing an autobiography. There have been many adventures, challenges and wonderful blessings along the way -- lots to share!

2 thoughts on “What He’s Weaving

  1. Ah, the discipline of waiting, trusting, all the while remembering Who He is and all He has done and is in the process of doing. Wonderful visual integration of discussion of the high and furious winds, and the winds of life.

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    1. You and I have each learned to put this into practice as we’ve gone through windy times. Thank you for your prayers, sister — and I’m praying for you. Just did this morning.


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