Patience. Waiting. Longing for movement in the mist that blinds us, sends us to the corner, still praying. Patience. Loving. Putting up with tantrums and the obstinate stupidities of loved ones, still praying. Patience. Persisting. Keeping on in spite of constant irritations, worse yet, in face of outright pain, still praying. Patience. Hoping. Willing toContinue reading “Still Praying”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Prayer Circle
I’m not saying I will beg the Father on your behalf. He already loves you. When I intercede I will be lifting you into his lap for blessing, or, hearing from the Spirit, we will be conversing about how much you’ve grown and how to grow you next, or I will be offering, as always,myContinue reading “Prayer Circle”
The Spirit Presents My Case
I know how you could work this out, Lord— bringing some particular pressure to bear, inserting in their mind this realization, convicting them of sin and errors. But you have not been taking my advice! My hours in prayer, my carefully concocted plots, have seemed to come to nothing, just so much dust in lightContinue reading “The Spirit Presents My Case”
Prayer When Wiped Out
I admit it: I’m wiped out. Not enough sleep? Too much stress? Constant distractions? Deadlines? Whatever it is, you remind me: you restore my soul, my life, my being: me, who I am. Your Spirit breathes calm words into my consciousness, pumps gracious serum of truth into my arteries. I breathe. And you fill myContinue reading “Prayer When Wiped Out”
What Started at Pentecost
Filled! Not once, but forever! He came to me to live in me, to stay, always. He is the one who gives me power to do the work God planned for me— each day, his way. It started out at Pentecost, a day that changed the world, when he filled the disciples so that theyContinue reading “What Started at Pentecost”
Like Windsocks
Breath of God, caressing my soul with silk much lighter than air, fluid, warm from your mouth… Breeze of God, animating, stimulating growth and action, whipping up joy in the morning… Wind of God, blowing strongly out of Eden! Trees and humans bow before you, praising you… Gale-force winds, hurricanes, tornadoes, wrath of God?? HisContinue reading “Like Windsocks”
Shout the Joy!
I love you, Lord, my joy, not for all you give but who you are– and yet your gifts drench me in kindness. Each one speaks the soundless words of a true lover delighting in the search for ways to slip his message to me. Joy wraps my moments, weaves into my days. Lights: candleContinue reading “Shout the Joy!”
He Holds My Right Hand!
You hold my hand, Lord, always: 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 make eachContinue reading “He Holds My Right Hand!”
Yearning to be Filled
Yearning to be filled, filled up to capacity to the full measure of God’s own fullness— possible? –to be filled like the ocean, deep, with its waters reaching always heavenward, splashing to the shore— possible? –to be filled like the skies, air and clouds all rising higher with the glory of the sunlight reflecting everywhere—Continue reading “Yearning to be Filled”
Firmly Attached
8687429 © Schakal79 | Dreamstime.com What do people think they see when they take a look at me? A pious, clean exterior or a holy, pure interior? Am I set aside for God or content to merely plod along at my own pace, even stumbling in the race to confirm my own high call? No!Continue reading “Firmly Attached”
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