more and more at home he is entering with glad assurance no longer knocking and wondering if I will see him as interruption intrusion guest who puts me on my toes my best behavior politeness with an edge of tension whisking litter out of sight swabbing the sink shutting a bedroom door mess out ofContinue reading “Living Together with Christ”
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Longing for Quiet
The words come crashing in like chattering kids. They’re only in my head but they are deafening. I cannot stem the tide. A billion babblings jostle for position. One sinks, one bubbles up. He says, “Be silent,” and I long for quiet to listen for his voice, to know that he is God. I’m desperateContinue reading “Longing for Quiet”
She Was Expecting!
Soon he would arrive! She felt expectant joy leaping in her soul . . .
Picture Her Emerging!
Picture her emerging wrung-out soul new-bodied whole entering Light breathing Air strong delicious free strong sustaining oxygen-hunger left behind with shrinking bones and all the long weakness long waiting She lifts hands high (no more trembling) laughing voice full of strength and song tripling joy song rippling She’s running meeting loved ones painted indelibly inContinue reading “Picture Her Emerging!”
How Long?
Father, our hopes are drying up just like the earth, turned to dust; just like the leaves, shriveled to paper. No sign of change; no rain. How long must your people wither, shiver in thirsty air that claims all moisture as its own? Tears are gone with the wind. Our hearts ache and find noContinue reading “How Long?”
Waiting on You
Fear of the future and of lurking dangers can keep us stranded, hope lost or at a fragile place. I had a lot to learn . . .
The Forest Dance
White bark peeling but holding on, the birches spike high into the sky, into the blue, craving sunlight. The pines do too, brown bark firm, graciously extending multiple arms fringed with green lace to hug their neighbors. The birches’ golding leaves whisper gratitude as wind incites community dance. Breath of heaven, may we respond thisContinue reading “The Forest Dance”
Drenched but Keeping On
Somber clouds seemed to be on the horizon, but suddenly they spread overhead and the sky was weeping. Unprepared, I was still two miles from my goal, the cabin across the lake. No umbrella. No hood. Forty-eight-degree-Fahrenheit water was chilling my head and shoulders, soaking through jacket and jeans, leaving pearly droplets all over myContinue reading “Drenched but Keeping On”
This Momentary Mist
Powdery mist lifts off dark waters as the sun calls out from the lake’s far end, beckoning morning to begin. The translucent clouds obey, heading east then gradually vanishing into the light, having finished their course. I am like these vapors, called to come by the Son, made to live this moment where I am.Continue reading “This Momentary Mist”
When Fear is Feathers in the Wind
fear is feathers in the wind unsure where to land and at the mercy of whiffs and puffs maybes and maybe-nots could-bes scared to fall scared to fly scared to uncover the real world yet unknown too many feathers cloud my sight and make it hard to breathe Breath of Spirit, blow your clarity intoContinue reading “When Fear is Feathers in the Wind”
Linnea's Lines 