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”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
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”
Launch Beyond!
If we launch our boat into the sea but hug the shore, not daring to leave the place known best, the incoming waves will rise and roar and crash on our heads! So instead of the calm we thought we’d find, we get battered and tossed instead. But if we put our trust in theContinue reading “Launch Beyond!”
Be Servants of the Word
This is indeed our calling, that when we follow Jesus we are “servants of the Word.” He is the Word! He speaks to us, through his Word that’s written down and also through our Guide, the Counselor within. My inner ears will learn to carefully discern that precious voice that worms its way through allContinue reading “Be Servants of the Word”
I See His Fingerprints!
When I trace his distinct fingerprints on the lives of partners, Nyarafolo friends, on the victories “somehow’ achieved in time over insurmountable challenges, all I can do is to offer thanks. These are the songs in my heart that hum when I see the woman set free from the curse of barrenness, cast out ofContinue reading “I See His Fingerprints!”
He Did It!
He did it! The God of the whole world, who loves all of its peoples, he did it! He called, and they heard, and some answered with joy and came! It started with three then added two more – it began in a village nobody would choose as a key place to start. He choseContinue reading “He Did It!”
Because You Hold My Hand
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 “Because You Hold My Hand”
Ahhhh . . . Africa!
salt waves pummeling your beaches high winds whipping up the sand rainstorms thundering on tin roofs sunbeams bouncing off flat land bulbuls signaling the sunrise lean dogs howling to the moon bat calls beeping in the darkness cattle moaning at high noon hand plows scooping out a corn field pestles pounding grain to flour axesContinue reading “Ahhhh . . . Africa!”
Waiting
I’m running toward goals, panting as the marathon takes on new twists and turns. I thought it would be a straight run, one goal in sight, but now it seems I need to run four roads at once, keeping close track of miles run, things done. I’m not sitting back! I’m moving ahead with purpose,Continue reading “Waiting”
Hurting Humans Have His Heart
Bulbul songs in syncopation, dove moans sifting down from trees, coucal riffs descending, rhyming, roosters greeting dawn with glee, I’m surrounded by the music harmonies of melodies. In it all I find I’m waiting for the One who talks to me. While I’m waiting, here comes stillness, then a distant toddler’s shout and the noiseContinue reading “Hurting Humans Have His Heart”
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