He makes his home in me. And I, I live inside this house of love, his banner flapping bright above, his pleasure my desire. I bring him blooms to grace the place he sets for me (no matter that, outdoors, corruption slimes the world and evil lurks in gray). I will not fear. For heContinue reading “In the House of Love”
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All I Have is Yours
This month you told me, “Hold on lightly to possessions; all you have is mine.” Then you brought me chances to let go: my sweater to the shivering boy, my shirt to the cadavre (swollen past the size of her own clothes), my mat to the child who had no bed, my socks to helpContinue reading “All I Have is Yours”
Pen in Hand
pen in hand the words press out anxious for paper a place to live the silence sizzles sentient and longing standing on tiptoe to read the news what I am hearing what has been forming in hidden spaces how I’ve been growing invisible the thoughts take on colors and edges given a page Yes, myContinue reading “Pen in Hand”
A Contemplative Life
My Cup Overflows!
My cup overflows with amazing grace, precious gifts poured out by your hands into my life: my husband, life partner; the gift of words and service to you, beyond anything I imagined; my offspring and all the years of watching growth; community here and over there, treasured brothers and sisters; the beauty of this worldContinue reading “My Cup Overflows!”
In Spirit and in Truth
We worship in a cloud, unfocused though we strain to see and feel — yet worship what we know within unknowing, all senses clamoring for the Real: — the One who touches hearts with joy, whose fingers heal the blinded eyes, deaf ears; who feels our hurts because he hurt as human-Godson, heart and soul.Continue reading “In Spirit and in Truth”
The Story God is Writing
It is only with time that pieces of the story have come together, and God’s fingerprints are all over it.
Nomad
Nomads that we’ve been, we will join the crowd of travelers (like Abraham and Sarah) who have seen God at work. Just read Hebrews 11!
About Asking and Receiving
Like your disciples on that day between your murder and your return to life I wait, longing to see what you have promised. You said that, if I would just believe even a little tiny bit I could make a mountain move, I would receive from your loving hand what I am begging for. SoContinue reading “About Asking and Receiving”
Distorted Vision
I’m sitting with my Abba, here, laying out the pain I’m feeling after so much fell apart! I had thought my words right on, only pointing out the truth. But they were heard as harsh put-downs, and their heart slammed its door on me! How could they push me away so hard and tell meContinue reading “Distorted Vision”
Linnea's Lines 