hope – Linnea's Lines

She Was Expecting!

Soon he would arrive! She felt expectant joy leaping in her soul . . .

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”

Look Up!

Look down, and you see withered leaves, parched gravel, litter blown in caught on crushed twigs: death, thirst and brokenness. Look up, and you see the tent of love I’m making you, tiny green popcorn exploding each hour to dangle like grapes of gold. Remember, hope is high above your world and only seen whenContinue reading “Look Up!”

What He’s Weaving

Some winds are long-awaited refreshment from heavy heat. I love fresh breezes that make the grass shiver in delight. But when the winds ramp up to high speed, they become terrifying, destructive. Trees that are aged or wedged into shallow soil topple over, even homes are not safe. One year in Ferkessedougou, a tropical cycloneContinue reading “What He’s Weaving”