Prayer on a Rough Path Sleep may slip out of reach, but you will send mercies, all new. Age may take its toll, but I find true health in you. I may hobble along the path, but you will keep me upright. I may wrestle with fear in the dark, but you are the lightContinue reading “Why I Can Run”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Sowing Seeds of Love
Hosea 10:11-12 11 Ephraim is a trained heifer that loves to thresh; so I will put a yoke on her fair neck. I will drive Ephraim, Judah must plow, and Jacob must break up the ground. 12 Sow righteousness for yourselves, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for itContinue reading “Sowing Seeds of Love”
The Best Love Ever
hesed: goodness, kindness, lovingkindness, loyal love, unending love . . . Your hesed is so deep and wide our words cannot contain it! We cast about for a way to expound love that never runs out, love that overflows with kindness, love that is deeply attached to its own, loyal but active, constantly reproving andContinue reading “The Best Love Ever”
That Feast He Serves
Dust swirls on the steppe, brushing barren paths barer still, twisting away like hope from my heart. Danger lurks everywhere. I’m not alone, but that is why fear tempts me; these are not all friends. Some carry knives. Some have it in for me. Some don’t care. Others think I’m playing children’s games.Continue reading “That Feast He Serves”
The “Wow” in Psalm 23:6
It’s true that God is “with” me — he has promised that hundreds of times. And he protects me, always ready to shield me when I’m attacked. But he is not just “shadowing” me, like I used to think, hearing it said that he “follows” me every day of my life. I pictured him watching,Continue reading “The “Wow” in Psalm 23:6″
What He’s Weaving
Some winds are long-awaited refreshment from heavy heat. I love fresh breezes that make the grass shiver in delight. But when the winds ramp up to high speed, they become terrifying, destructive. Trees that are aged or wedged into shallow soil topple over, even homes are not safe. One year in Ferkessedougou, a tropical cycloneContinue reading “What He’s Weaving”
When Garbage is Blown About
If I were still across the ocean, north in the woodland savannah where Ferkessédougou, Côte d’Ivoire, is situated, there would be cool wind when I walked outdoors in the morning. Right now the harmattan blows daily south from the northern lands, where it scooped up dust as it crossed the nighttime Sahara then miles ofContinue reading “When Garbage is Blown About”
In the Combat Zone
Chaos is all around, and we all feel it: the pandemic, politics, injured relationships. It helps me to remember that, unique as it is, this is not the only time I’ve experienced such pressures. In fact, my list could go on and on! That is what life is like in this broken world, especially whenContinue reading “In the Combat Zone”
Transition Stress
Sometimes I run across a poem written ages ago that somehow applies to the Now, or I want to share some thoughts that came to me while meditating on Scripture this morning. Sometimes I just want to share the joy that unexpectedly came my way. If you would like to walk this journey with me,Continue reading “Transition Stress”
Linnea’s Lines Take Off
I’ve been a writer since I learned the English alphabet, and throughout my growing up years I discovered that picking up a pen expressed things deep within. These thoughts sometimes surprised even me. It was fun most of the time. In moments of distress it helped me to debrief in a safe place. And poetryContinue reading “Linnea’s Lines Take Off”
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