I’ve been crying out to you, my Lord, my Father, my King, over and over and over, my prayers like waves rolling in to crash and humbly recede into the mass of other currents, a myriad of prayers. This one overwhelming longing keeps roiling in, longing, hoping. I bring it before you, daily, begging forContinue reading “Prayer Like Waves”
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The Place of Ultimate Protection
I hold onto this, Lord! Living inside your love I move within a world protected not that I am never wounded but that you keep me safe from ultimate harm from all malignant and pernicious evil. Inside the loving kindness of your heart I’m held where goodness is my atmosphere and tenderness the song thatContinue reading “The Place of Ultimate Protection”
In Your Palm
cupped in your palm covered by your right hand (safety ‘round my soul) you hold me close caress my tears away and still your hand is busy flinging star showers weaving the winds keeping danger at bay (it’s skulking all around) I’m terrorized, Lord, but I know you’re watching I curl into the curve insideContinue reading “In Your Palm”
The Dance of Worship
pum da pum da bum da pum dancing with Bintou balaphones booming dark arms beating out rhythms and tones Bintou’s feet move shuff-ta-shuff-ta shoulders turn to face the fire then swerve to bow to the velvet night my foreign feet try to follow her beat for graceful beat then flip into high gear suddenly whirringContinue reading “The Dance of Worship”
Navigating the Flash Flood
What had been just a ribbon of sludge across the road on the way to the village is now a mass of watery mud covering the road between the bushes. Are we blocked? Is it now too deep? Should we try to carefully creep ahead? What if we sink in a ditch instead? A motorcycleContinue reading “Navigating the Flash Flood”
Hurting Humans Have His Heart
Bulbul songs in syncopation, dove moans sifting down from trees, coucal riffs descending, rhyming, roosters greeting dawn with glee, I’m surrounded by the music harmonies of melodies. In it all I find I’m waiting for the One who talks to me. While I’m waiting, here comes stillness, then a distant toddler’s shout and the noiseContinue reading “Hurting Humans Have His Heart”
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”
On a Thread
It’s a quick walk on a fine thread, this gift of life, this privilege of breath and beating heart and strength to step ahead. So many disappear, flash out of sight, thread cut off before its final length unwinds. We shout “no!” and cry, and move along, subdued, with more awareness of the dangers, rightContinue reading “On a Thread”
Linnea's Lines 