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”
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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”
One Sure Thing
In this slippery tilting world your heart is one sure thing. You love me always, whether I am striding in the right direction or fallen in a patch of thorns, listening raptly to your voice or indulging my addictions, desperately trying to feel good. Unfailing love: hesed, the Hebrews said. This is what we longContinue reading “One Sure Thing”
Share that Light!
I live in darkness, a world that snuffs out lamps and candles wherever it can. But your Light dawns on those who wait, who keep looking up not down. And then you reveal your plans in the network of sky and clouds, tree limbs reaching and touching, your soft light glowing on water as wellContinue reading “Share that Light!”
Hope Rises
Hope rises in your Presence like the misty vapors gently swirling off lake waters as dawn glows golden in the east. It is the warm light streaming from the essence of You that deletes the hopelessness of darkness, and reminds us that a new day is coming, one overseen by your loving care and faithfulness.Continue reading “Hope Rises”
Man of Sorrows
And this is comfort: that when the children cry the Man of Sorrows suffers too. Eternity encircled and enclosed the crossbar of his suffering with the pain of ages, all our griefs and every ruination choking out the Breath of Life. Heart broken under awful weight of every horror, crime and burden, he was crushed.Continue reading “Man of Sorrows”
If . . . Then!
If I truly crave you the way I feel hunger pangs on a day of fasting, not forgetting to seek you like I do when I am “fed”, satisfied with earthly food, if I really listen for you, and let those pangs alert me to pause, to hear what you say, hungering for your words,Continue reading “If . . . Then!”
Back to Congo
My Congo! Oh, to be out in your cold morning air, To feel the chill bite of your wind, To see the red sun peeking over your pines Hear hummingbirds humming a hymn! I long to be there when the sun spreads her warmth To the black, rich dirt at my feet, To walk betweenContinue reading “Back to Congo”
That Long Climb
(My hand held by my young friend while climbing–photo credit to Josh Wohlgemut) “The joy of the Lord is my strength.” And how does that work out? I’m tired, dragged down by all the brokenness: women scrounging far and wide for water, youth without a future, men distressed. Marriages are fragmented, replete with selfishness, misunderstanding,Continue reading “That Long Climb”
Prayer for Ferke Mountain
We stand here on a rock you pushed out of the earth, a mountain of granite and colorful quartz, cracking apart over centuries so that trees take root, spread out, grow tall, and bushes thrive. Creator, your art is magnificent! The wind blows across it singing your praise! And yet there are remnants of desperation,Continue reading “Prayer for Ferke Mountain”
Linnea's Lines 