Somber clouds seemed to be on the horizon, but suddenly they spread overhead and the sky was weeping. Unprepared, I was still two miles from my goal, the cabin across the lake. No umbrella. No hood. Forty-eight-degree-Fahrenheit water was chilling my head and shoulders, soaking through jacket and jeans, leaving pearly droplets all over myContinue reading “Drenched but Keeping On”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
This Momentary Mist
Powdery mist lifts off dark waters as the sun calls out from the lake’s far end, beckoning morning to begin. The translucent clouds obey, heading east then gradually vanishing into the light, having finished their course. I am like these vapors, called to come by the Son, made to live this moment where I am.Continue reading “This Momentary Mist”
100 Years: A Life Lived Well
Navigating a century, a span of 100 years, is no small feat! But she did it with joy. That’s not saying it was easy! What brought her through was the realization that she is never alone. She is daughter of the King, chosen and loved. She clung to the truth and let it overflow toContinue reading “100 Years: A Life Lived Well”
Reminder: Notice What He’s Painting
Lord, I’m looking out my picture window into a perfect scene: a sunrise shaft of orange lighting up gold autumn and smooth green leaves and the rippling lake in spite of looming clouds. Center stage, the red-white-blue flaps in the breeze, picture-perfect. And I don’t want to be here. The still-dark woods beyond the broodingContinue reading “Reminder: Notice What He’s Painting”
When Fear is Feathers in the Wind
fear is feathers in the wind unsure where to land and at the mercy of whiffs and puffs maybes and maybe-nots could-bes scared to fall scared to fly scared to uncover the real world yet unknown too many feathers cloud my sight and make it hard to breathe Breath of Spirit, blow your clarity intoContinue reading “When Fear is Feathers in the Wind”
The Place of Ultimate Protection
I hold onto this, Lord! 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 and tenderness the song thatContinue reading “The Place of Ultimate Protection”
In Your Palm
cupped in your palm covered by your right hand (safety ‘round my soul) you hold me close caress my tears away and still your hand is busy flinging star showers weaving the winds keeping danger at bay (it’s skulking all around) I’m terrorized, Lord, but I know you’re watching I curl into the curve insideContinue reading “In Your Palm”
The Dance of Worship
pum da pum da bum da pum dancing with Bintou balaphones booming dark arms beating out rhythms and tones Bintou’s feet move shuff-ta-shuff-ta shoulders turn to face the fire then swerve to bow to the velvet night my foreign feet try to follow her beat for graceful beat then flip into high gear suddenly whirringContinue reading “The Dance of Worship”
The Mango Cycle of Life
there is an orange mango hanging in the sun soaking in the morning warmth ripening silently hanging on its long stem firmly attached to a slender branch sucking in sustenance growing gradually rounder full of succulent juice vitamins A and C swaying slightly as a breeze comes through to caress the smooth skin and whiskContinue reading “The Mango Cycle of Life”
Navigating the Flash Flood
What had been just a ribbon of sludge across the road on the way to the village is now a mass of watery mud covering the road between the bushes. Are we blocked? Is it now too deep? Should we try to carefully creep ahead? What if we sink in a ditch instead? A motorcycleContinue reading “Navigating the Flash Flood”
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