Frustrated with my habit of sliding two steps off the path, and always hiding the fact that no matter how hard I tried, I was not faithfully following you, I finally let tears come and wash away doubt: I knew on my own I could not figure out what walking with you was really about.Continue reading “That Day He Took Control”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Living Together with Christ
more and more at home he is entering with glad assurance no longer knocking and wondering if I will see him as interruption intrusion guest who puts me on my toes my best behavior politeness with an edge of tension whisking litter out of sight swabbing the sink shutting a bedroom door mess out ofContinue reading “Living Together with Christ”
War, and the Place of Protection
Living inside Your love I move within a world protected not that I am never wounded but that you keep me safe from ultimate harm from all malignant and pernicious evil inside the loving kindness of your heart I’m held where goodness is my atmosphere, your tenderness the song that plays incessantly and heals me,Continue reading “War, and the Place of Protection”
Longing for Quiet
The words come crashing in like chattering kids. They’re only in my head but they are deafening. I cannot stem the tide. A billion babblings jostle for position. One sinks, one bubbles up. He says, “Be silent,” and I long for quiet to listen for his voice, to know that he is God. I’m desperateContinue reading “Longing for Quiet”
Loving Listening
Your lovingkindness wraps me up, welcoming me with arms open wide to hold me, grace pouring over me; no, I don’t deserve this. You listen to me, lovingly letting me pour out to you my worries and concerns. I’m comforted, secure. We meet there in the middle, a precious place of peace and joy, oneContinue reading “Loving Listening”
When a Handhold Makes All the Difference
You hold my hand, you love me: King of this whole world, you lead me, making my right hand your chosen tool so that each act becomes a holy service in your master plan. You hold my hand, you love me: Lover of my soul, you treasure me and nurture every gifting given and makeContinue reading “When a Handhold Makes All the Difference”
Just Cling!
Cling to the Vine! Just cling, cells interlocked, bark intact, and let the sap flow: slowly but surely through winter chill, tingling gently, keeping you alive; vibrantly pouring when summer sun saturates the world with heat; a constant feeding in the sleep of night. Rest, but cling. “Cling!” Jesus said. “Don’t let go! If youContinue reading “Just Cling!”
Making Every Effort
Your Word grips me: If I really know you, Jesus – my Lord, Rescuer, Messiah— then I may actually participate in who you are, “the divine nature”! To be like you and a member of your healthy Body, doing my part, is what I really want. So I will try hard, make every effort! ButContinue reading “Making Every Effort”
Sustenance in the Cold Dry Wind
The delicate clusters of golden rain, their petals showering dry ground, wine for the wasps and giant bees, sustenance for ants, and for my soul – the sun rising through haze with joy, highlighting intricate branch formations soaking the blossoms and mango babes, life source for nature, and for this day – doves silhouetted againstContinue reading “Sustenance in the Cold Dry Wind”
Prayer: To Be Like Jesus!
To be like you! That has been my purpose though I said the words with little understanding of what they really mean. “Not my will, but YOURS be done!” you prayed, putting all the outcomes in your Father’s hands. You knew the cross was coming. You came to obey, to do what you were sentContinue reading “Prayer: To Be Like Jesus!”
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