It’s a garbage heap grown mountain high: insults hurled in public spaces, grudges fondled and fermented, bubbling silently and waiting to ignite a devastating fire. Our blindness to our faults can only breed catastrophe. But YHWH, you have told us: “You can push back mountains! You can walk out on waves so high that theyContinue reading “When the Heap is Swept Clean”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Praying for Sustenance
When we reach out empty hands, Fill them up with what’s needed, but Not too much, Not too heavy a daily ration Or we may topple and fall. You set the table in desert lands And on mountains, wherever we are. We need you! So when distress strips away Our access to food, we call!Continue reading “Praying for Sustenance”
His Plan, or My Plan?
(September 2002) The ironies: who goes, who stays; the golds and grays that laminate our days— I give them now to you: you know the purpose in your ways. I see you gathering tears into a jar, squeezed out of losses and the griefs that are our daily bread as we compute the damage, nearContinue reading “His Plan, or My Plan?”
God’s Kingdom, Come!
God, who fills the universe, who made it all, the stars and space, did choose to put mankind on earth and focus on this tiny place. The perfect world he made for us was broken by our parents’ sin, and nothing we try is enough to heal it, make it whole again. Our God, whoseContinue reading “God’s Kingdom, Come!”
Yahweh, My God
I belong to Yahweh! I am his, and he is mine. He lives in me–astonishing, this truth I can’t absorb! I live in him, in whom I have my being, my true home, my source of life and strength, all my giftings and my soul, the “who” I am, because of him. “I AM,” heContinue reading “Yahweh, My God”
Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)
Frazzled, fragile, wondering how I dare, I climb the stairs to the Majesty (high on his throne, watching the world) and crawl onto his knees (astonishing audacity . . . ) He lays aside his scepter, reaches for my arms, pulls me to his lap, whispers kindness to my heart: “Dear daughter, rest! Lay yourContinue reading “Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)”
Prayer that is Conversation
I have read — your words rang true and I saw your hand at work: your love in history, your ancient mystery. I lean back onto your chest to let you do what you will do: talk to me, sing to me, simply rock and hold me. Abba God, my ears feel plugged, my innerContinue reading “Prayer that is Conversation”
All for the King
This I desire: integrity— my heart and mind undivided unfragmented undistracted truly focused deeply centered all transparent and devoted— set apart for only You. Set apart with whole-hearted devotion to God—that is what would qualify us as “holy,” which is what Jesus had commanded right before beginning his message on how important it would thenContinue reading “All for the King”
The Best Reward Ever
Her goal is invisible on this long race, but she keeps on running because she knows it is actually there, just requiring effort and long perseverance to finally touch it. But she knows Dad is cheering her on, providing water and encouragement as she keeps on running. She knows that others will get to theContinue reading “The Best Reward Ever”
What? Be Perfect?
No one is like you, the Holy One, perfect in all that you do, perfect in who you are. You are love. You are good. You are all-powerful, majestic in awesome glory, you, the Sovereign King of Everything. And you call yourself my Father! You healed me, rescued me, brought me into your Family. Abba,Continue reading “What? Be Perfect?”
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