Jesus wept when Jerusalem loomed before him, ignorant in spite of all that he had taught her, calling her into his Kingdom. But she refused to understand, entrenched in her self-rule. I cry too, with all mothers longing to shelter little ones from storms they’re bringing on. Just like Jesus, I picture that mother henContinue reading “He Cries Too!”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Prayer Beside Lily Pads
Sitting by the lake, your peace rolls in, rippling rows dancing with the water lilies. They soak in sunshine, pale yellow arms reaching up into light, their green pads waltzing with waves. I watch and wait, my soul-petals lifted, loving you and your creative love of little things— like lily pads, like me. I amContinue reading “Prayer Beside Lily Pads”
Taste the Glory
Taste the glory! The very Breath of God inhabits me, holds my soul, permeates my mind, transforms my heart. His touch is whisper– soft behind the conscious verbiage, constant inner conversation; my appetite is piqued. I listen to the wind, wait for sentience to unlock the starving fibers of my soul to free delight inContinue reading “Taste the Glory”
Heartfast!
I want to be heartfast. Feet flat knees flexed legs taut stand my ground. Knocked hard breath blown wind gone still be found in place intact lungs filled arms ready eyes up fixed firm. He’s why I’m steady His hand in mine lifegrip keeping me. I grasp His Word – Truth told lovingly, not justContinue reading “Heartfast!”
Coming Close!
At last the Tabernacle was in place, curtains hung, priests consecrated. And in one awesome moment your glory, Yahweh, moved in. Not even Moses (who saw you on the mountain) could enter now. Your presence packed the tent with holy danger, essence of you made visible to sentient humans: fire, a mass of cloud residing,Continue reading “Coming Close!”
Still Praying
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”
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”
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