I thought I was alone, figuring out how to navigate this world. Sometimes I walked in burning sun, seeking shade or longing for sunset. Or blasting winds would throw debris over the path, hiding the way forward. Forks in the road scared me. Right? Left? But then I sensed eyes on me, a presence byContinue reading “Never Alone”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Set Apart
Set apart from the start (once I gave myself to you) I did not know how far you’d go to make me someone new! But I am yours, much-loved, learning like a daughter should who wants to know how best to grow and act just like you would. When my Nyarafolo translation partner Moïse andContinue reading “Set Apart”
If Only!
If only every word I speak, each tone of voice, were only what I’ve heard from you! If only every action, in each sacred moment, were only that which pleases you! If only every step I take would move me forward with my eyes fixed just on you! If only I could grow in graceContinue reading “If Only!”
Revealed!
It happens when shafts of light sent from the rising sun strike the long lean leaf of grass: you see how finely striped it is, perfectly paralleled veins tracing from stem to bowed leaf tips. Life stripes! You shine on us, Son, Light that brings life to your waiting world. You shine on us andContinue reading “Revealed!”
The Long Run
“The joy of the Lord is my strength.” And how does that work out? I’m tired, dragged down by all the brokenness: women scrounging far and wide for water, youth without a future, men distressed. Marriages are fragmented, replete with selfishness, misunderstanding, pain. Wars and crime make headlines every day. I cannot make it goContinue reading “The Long Run”
That Living Water!
Lord, may the rivers of living water flow from my heart! You are the source, the eternal spring – Spirit of Yahweh, to you I sing! Well up within me and fill my soul till it overflows and brings relief to this thirsty land, your mercy reaching through my open hand! Clean out my heartContinue reading “That Living Water!”
Blaze!
Across the bristling grasses and the breezy palm tree dance lies a long lagoon, all liquid, mirror for the sky’s expanse. Underneath a white-hot sun it becomes a brilliant blast and my eyelids squint to slivers letting just a glimmer past: just the essence of the power, just the outline of the heat, just impressionsContinue reading “Blaze!”
The Story God is Writing
It is only with time that pieces of the story have come together, and God’s fingerprints are all over it.
Unexpected Paths of Grace
Her face was crushed when the taxi crashed; all her hopes were dashed. What she did not know was how God would show ways his love will flow to sheep in his flock and turn twisted plots, unexpected knots, into paths of grace when they seek his face and keep running the race. I heardContinue reading “Unexpected Paths of Grace”
The Fellowship of the Living Ring
Her feet stomp right then to the left, from front to back and round again just like her sister leading the line just like her sisters following behind arms all swinging back and forth as if cutting ripe grain to bring in harvest, or now bent low they pump the air like shovels plunging intoContinue reading “The Fellowship of the Living Ring”
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