I am but a scribe, my fingers the feather in your hand, my eyes dependent on the light that you shine on truth and error. I am just your servant, my body the vehicle you sent here, my health the strength you provide to do my service for you and your Kingdom. But I amContinue reading “Abba’s Scribe”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Hand in Hand with God
When the Creator was planning things out, way back when, before, before, he carefully thought about Dad’s hands. He knew that he would make them strong, with long deft fingers, able to hold onto God’s own hand while staying busy doing the work he would give him to do. He watched him grow up inContinue reading “Hand in Hand with God”
Your Promptings
Heart open to you, Jesus, I wait in silence. The bulbul lauds you, the bees harmonize, setting leaves to quivering as they light and leave. A shiver is enough to let me know you are here, touching the deep fabric of who I am, and who you want me to be. Just like the softContinue reading “Your Promptings”
The Wall of Fog
Fog has painted a wall between forest and all that’s beyond. Thick white obscures all lines. There is no lake, no forested shore across those waters. What lies beyond is blurred, hidden. Looking up we see yet more white; there is no sky. But we know that it is there. I am reminded: we can’tContinue reading “The Wall of Fog”
His Good Hand
His good hand sustains me, lovingly shading me daily, cupping my soul and holding me, his Spirit breeze moving gently, directing me into the paths of his choosing. He never gets tired, he never gives up on me, sheltering me from burning heat, shielding me from poisoned darts, grabbing my hand when I stumble soContinue reading “His Good Hand”
Just Cling!
Just cling, cells interlocked, bark intact, and let the sap flow slowly but surely through winter frost, tingling gently, keeping you alive, vibrantly pouring when summer sun saturates the world with heat, a constant feeding in the sleep of night. Rest, but cling. Just cling, small one, drinking from my veins, and you will turnContinue reading “Just Cling!”
Plant in the Morning and the Evening
You are indeed the Master of timing! Your world turns; morning shows up with colors and hope, turns into noon, and as time passes the evening enters, darkening the sky. The stars come out. Unless there are clouds. We humans also cycle through life. We wake up infants who become teens, adult life stretching outContinue reading “Plant in the Morning and the Evening”
That Moment of Connection
That robin hopped onto the deck, carefully checking out the territory. He looked at me through the window; I looked back, silent, immobile. We connected for one moment, then he was gone. But that instant of connection made this forest personal, alive. When have I linked eyes with a stranger, affirming their existence, making ourContinue reading “That Moment of Connection”
The Alert Wait
The birds and I flit about in this gray dawn inspecting windfall treasures, breathing the dense perfume of damp earth and spectacular blossoms. The trees wait in silence for whatever happens next and now so do I. This day is one that God has made; he has a plan, and I will stay alert toContinue reading “The Alert Wait”
Grateful, Listening
Under the wet grass crickets crick-crick; perched high near the sky winged things sing melody. If I don’t pay attention I miss the concert. A rooster crows, reminding me to listen. A coucal adds her commentary, counterpoint in alto. Are You speaking, too, and I’m just unaware? The world is drenched with Your kind blessing.Continue reading “Grateful, Listening”
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