You Walk Among Us and Go Between Us . . . Thank You, Jesus

In the month of May, I committed to sharing posts from others that have encouraged, inspired and challenged me. Today, I am sharing two Scriptures and accompanying them with my dear friend Bettie’s words that were a balm to my own heart today. These words are an excerpt from a post she wrote and published in 2017, but whose beautiful living testimony is continuing to bear fruit today. Thank You, Jesus!

Edit: I decided to add a poem of mine that, together with this excerpt from Bettie, was a part of Bettie’s, another dear friend’s and my sharing to and fro today.

Revelations 2:1 The One […] who walks among the seven gold lampstands []

1 Timothy 2:5-6 For there is one God
and one mediator between God and humanity, Christ Jesus, Himself human, who gave Himself—a ransom for all,
a testimony at the proper time.

What will I do with the longings when I want to be with those I love? How can I carry the weights of longing to make things better for those who are in difficulty?

Ah, there is the point of JOY
coming as I trust.


In the invisible places,
I see a shadow
of a PRESENCE
going between.

The Lord dwells
Where I can only long to go.

The Lord blesses
When I can only envision grief.

Every Friendship
Every Relationship
Every Love
When I call HIM into the center
Will be covered by HIS Shadow.

HE WATCHES BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
Arms Outstretched 

Tears, He wept
Upon His Cross
For us
His Body broken
His wholeness
To gift
Arms stretched wide
Nails they pierced
His perfect Love
To flow.

His heart
It weeps
Even still
Even now
As we turn away
Longings, we have
Buried deep.

His tears
They fall
Even here
Even now
As our heart
Now heaves in pain
To hide and flee.

His hand
It calls
His whisper
Speaks
I know
I understand
I see
Never once
My heart
Of flesh
Has turned away.

No pain
Too deep
No shame
Too great
No sin
Too dark
My hand
And heart
From yours
Will ever tear.

Word
Made flesh
I felt
I heard
I saw
My children
Before My eyes
And wept for you.

The weary
The shunned
And striving to survive
The shamed
The grieved
And pained
I've come for
ALL of you
Your hand
To clasp and hold.

Truth
My guiding hand
My Spirit Life
Your broken all
Completed whole
I call
My arms
Your all
Embrace.

Tears
I cup
Face
I lift
Hands
I hold
The Son of God
In you
I breathe.

Perfect Pure
For striving fear
Father's arms
For pierced of heart
Lips of life
For tombed in shrouded pain
My all
Your shattered
Whole shall breathe.

Be not afraid
Hide not now
Behind those clefts
Your fears
Sin and grief
But come
Beloved, come
Just as you are.

I see
I know
I understand
Not one single piece
My Cross withheld
Spoken free
My blood has rent you
Covered pure.

Look
Turn those eyes to me
Kick those legs
Shout your
Why My Lord, Oh why?!
Be real with Me

And see Me
Come
Your broken heart
To hold
Your flailing arms and legs
Embrace
To hold you
Till your tears
Release.

Be not afraid
I've come
For you
Not just in part
But whole
Each shard of piercèd
And crying
No more!

Be
Not afraid
No heart
Numbed to stone
No hidden
Pain and fear
My hand
From you
Withholds.

Never once
Have I
My heart
Nor hand
Withheld
Open now
Your eyes
And see:

I'm standing
Here
My arms
Outstretched
For
You.

Someone Listens [Republished]

A Poem by Lisa Enqvist

Moving
Parting
Something new
Waits beyond the mountains
I refuse to hear
I refuse to see
Another world
Cannot replace
All that I am
losing
Someone listens, nods and smiles
Understands my pain
Torn up roots and broken branches
heal
and grow again

This poem was written by Lisa Enqvist in 1962, describing the power of Christ’s listening ear in her aunt Göta Wallenius (born 13.3.1913 and died 12.2.2003). Lisa said her aunt helped her survive, just by listening.

Göta Wallenius

I so longed to reshare my dear friend Lisa’s poem today, as it fit so beautifully with what God had shown me through my daughter yesterday. It felt like God’s listening ear to my freshly pruned life also, as it did to Bettie, when I shared it with her:

Our youngest looked out our window and said: “Mum, isn’t our tree so pretty with the leaves. Why does Papa even cut it right back. It’s so ugly like that.” I told her it was to keep it healthy and help it to grow. 

She then asked: “but why aren’t the trees on the other side of the street cut back like ours?” I told her: “that’s a good question. I guess different trees need different things.” Then, I asked my husband about it and he said: “Our tree is a grafted tree – the branches were grafted in and so it needs to be cut right back to the base every two years.” 

“right back to the base” wow! We are grafted into the tree of Jesus – and so we need to be cut right back to that base (Jesus) too – crazy thinking about that needing to happen every two years. Not just a slight cutting back but right back to the base. This is SO encouraging to me here in this place – I pray it blesses you too, together with Lisa’s poem and the song Bettie shared with me that God gave her in a night full of pain, to comfort her.

Father, thank You that You always hear our hearts. Thank You for sending Göta Wallenius to sit next to Lisa and listen to her aching heart. Thank You for binding up and healing Lisa’s broken branches and for replanting her torn up roots into Your heart and affections for her. Thank You for letting her poem fall on my own freshly pruned branches and dangling roots. Thank You for reminding me of how you once sent a Finnish woman my way also to clasp my hands, invite me to share my story and weep with me.

I invite You now to multiply Your living witness and testimony through Göta and Lisa. Let their testimony become Your listening ear to many other hurting hearts and souls. Replant each of our dangling roots into the good soil of Your heart and loving affections for us. Show us how each uprooting and pruning is growing our delight in You and uncovering Your true heart and affections in us. Grow bountiful leaves of healing and abiding fruit from the branches you have cut back. In Jesus’ mighty Name, Amen.

Author Bio

As a teenager, Lisa Enqvist decided she would never be a missionary, never return to her father’s Gospel ship “Ebeneser,” never marry a missionary, never have kids who might feel as rootless as she was. And, she prayed, “Please, God, don’t ever send me to India.” But God knew Lisa better than she knew herself and gave her what her heart truly desired: all the things she asked Him not to give her, healing her heart more and more through the process.

Lisa is a co-founder of a Children’s Home in Thailand. She grew up in China and Sri Lanka as a missionary kid. She now lives with her husband in a small town on the West Coast of Finland. She and her husband adopted four Amerasian children in Thailand. They have given Lisa and her husband Håkan eleven grandkids. 

Today, Lisa writes personal and family stories based on saved letters, documents, and personal memories. Since receiving her mother’s old letters in 1983, she has written four memoir books in Swedish and one in English: MISSIONARY MOTHER – Around the World with Five Kids. Rheumatoid Arthritis has challenged her since writing her first book. 

Lisa is a registered pediatric nurse. Her earlier writing experience consisted of newsletters to sponsors of children at the Bethany Children’s Home and regular letters to family and friends scattered around the world. She has saved numerous family letters.

She attended several Swedish writer’s seminars in Finland. After reverting to English in 2011, she completed a course in writing for children and youth at the Institute for Children’s Literature and a Memoir Writing Course at Creative Writing Now. She also wrote articles for FaithWriters Challenge. 

She is a member of Everything Memoir Private Group and West Coast Christian Writers. She has attended two Online conferences with the WCCW.

Her book MISSIONARY MOTHER – Around the World with Five Kids, is available from: 

and other online bookstores.

Lisa blogs at: https://lisaenqvistroots.com/