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”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
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!”
Life on the Dark Side
He threw off glory (brilliant, whole), took on a body (vulnerable, decaying); lived on a dirt floor instead of the universe; walked the planet, but only in one minute spot when he had known Inside and Beyond. He felt the separateness of being human (one individual in the uncaring crowd), lived in the pressure potContinue reading “Life on the Dark Side”
Just a Girl
That year when shock was all that we could feel as Christmas Day turned into grief and questions, I should have known that God can use death, too, to send a message. Stunned, I doubted. Dad prayed his lament: “Lord, why Jim? you know his work has only begun! Please send someone to carry on,Continue reading “Just a Girl”
Advent: A Long Obedience
When waiting is by candlelight, indoors and warm, the flame untouched by screaming wind and freezing rain outside, it is delightful! My heart is called to yearn, lovingly, ribboned and gilded with signs of the season, for my Lord to come. Advent. Her waiting was by moonlight, unless the search for shelter was accomplished inContinue reading “Advent: A Long Obedience”
Prayer Like Waves
I’ve been crying out to you, my Lord, my Father, my King, over and over and over, my prayers like waves rolling in to crash and humbly recede into the mass of other currents, a myriad of prayers. This one overwhelming longing keeps roiling in, longing, hoping. I bring it before you, daily, begging forContinue reading “Prayer Like Waves”
So Many “Buts,” and Yet . . .
Insignificant, but she’d been chosen! Just a girl, but “highly favored”! Not yet married, but soon a mother! Never slept with a man, but now pregnant! Thoughts kept swirling but one was recurring: Elizabeth was married but had always been barren Until now, the angel said – but could it be? The journey was longContinue reading “So Many “Buts,” and Yet . . .”
She Was Expecting!
Soon he would arrive! She felt expectant joy leaping in her soul . . .
Picture Her Emerging!
Picture her emerging wrung-out soul new-bodied whole entering Light breathing Air strong delicious free strong sustaining oxygen-hunger left behind with shrinking bones and all the long weakness long waiting She lifts hands high (no more trembling) laughing voice full of strength and song tripling joy song rippling She’s running meeting loved ones painted indelibly inContinue reading “Picture Her Emerging!”
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