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”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
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!”
How Long?
Father, our hopes are drying up just like the earth, turned to dust; just like the leaves, shriveled to paper. No sign of change; no rain. How long must your people wither, shiver in thirsty air that claims all moisture as its own? Tears are gone with the wind. Our hearts ache and find noContinue reading “How Long?”
Waiting on You
Fear of the future and of lurking dangers can keep us stranded, hope lost or at a fragile place. I had a lot to learn . . .
The Forest Dance
White bark peeling but holding on, the birches spike high into the sky, into the blue, craving sunlight. The pines do too, brown bark firm, graciously extending multiple arms fringed with green lace to hug their neighbors. The birches’ golding leaves whisper gratitude as wind incites community dance. Breath of heaven, may we respond thisContinue reading “The Forest Dance”
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