Heart open to you, Jesus, I wait in silence. The bulbul lauds you, the bees harmonize, setting leaves to quivering as they light and leave. A shiver is enough to let me know you are here, touching the deep fabric of who I am, and who you want me to be. Just like the softContinue reading “Your Promptings”
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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”
His Good Hand
His good hand sustains me, lovingly shading me daily, cupping my soul and holding me, his Spirit breeze moving gently, directing me into the paths of his choosing. He never gets tired, he never gives up on me, sheltering me from burning heat, shielding me from poisoned darts, grabbing my hand when I stumble soContinue reading “His Good Hand”
Just Cling!
Just cling, cells interlocked, bark intact, and let the sap flow slowly but surely through winter frost, tingling gently, keeping you alive, vibrantly pouring when summer sun saturates the world with heat, a constant feeding in the sleep of night. Rest, but cling. Just cling, small one, drinking from my veins, and you will turnContinue reading “Just Cling!”
That Moment of Connection
That robin hopped onto the deck, carefully checking out the territory. He looked at me through the window; I looked back, silent, immobile. We connected for one moment, then he was gone. But that instant of connection made this forest personal, alive. When have I linked eyes with a stranger, affirming their existence, making ourContinue reading “That Moment of Connection”
The Alert Wait
The birds and I flit about in this gray dawn inspecting windfall treasures, breathing the dense perfume of damp earth and spectacular blossoms. The trees wait in silence for whatever happens next and now so do I. This day is one that God has made; he has a plan, and I will stay alert toContinue reading “The Alert Wait”
Grateful, Listening
Under the wet grass crickets crick-crick; perched high near the sky winged things sing melody. If I don’t pay attention I miss the concert. A rooster crows, reminding me to listen. A coucal adds her commentary, counterpoint in alto. Are You speaking, too, and I’m just unaware? The world is drenched with Your kind blessing.Continue reading “Grateful, Listening”
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”
Worshiping Like Mary
(John 12:1-8) If I were to honor you like Mary did that week before you died, what could I do? My worship seems so paltry. Mary, the disciple who had sat at your feet, learning, brought expensive perfume – worth a whole year’s wages— and humbly rubbed it on your feet, that sacred space forContinue reading “Worshiping Like Mary”
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!”
Linnea's Lines 