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/

Come, All Who Are Weary and Heavy Laden

For all who know the horrors of spiritual (or other) abuse and its impact on your body. May these words by Kendra Fletcher and the poem on trust God gave me to encourage me, remind you also that you are SO seen, SO heard, SO known and SO loved. These are words He also keeps returning to me too on those days I struggle to trust, to remind me just how far I have come, how deep His compassion for me is and how proud He is of me.

We grip, we grasp, we squeeze, we hold on as tightly as we can to the familiar.   We grip even when we know we need to leave a tough or toxic situation. We grasp at what is known to us, even if it’s been abusive to us. We squeeze, hoping that by doing so, the circumstances might change in our favor. We hold on as tightly as we can, because the known is often less scary than the unknown, even if the unknown will mean we can walk out unshackled and live free. […] From our fear and anxiety about leaving the known for the unknown to mourning the loss of all we missed while deeply entrenched in our legalistic communities, unfurling our grip can be the most excruciatingly difficult thing any of us has had to face, ever. And while we’re painstakingly extricating ourselves from the bondage and abuse that kept us there, we can feel very much alone in our journey.

Kendra Fletcher, Leaving Legalism: Learning to Love God, Others and Yourself Again
TRUST

You tell me
Trust is a muscle
You tell me
Growing
Is feeling
And stretching
The heart
Of flesh
You have
Given.

You tell me
This contracting
Is Your labor
Trust in me
Sowing
Bringing the peace
Of Your pacing
Your holy awakening
In my inhale
And exhale.

You remind me
It's in the releasing
In the yielding
To Your will
I can experience the fruit
And taste
The ravenous joy
Of living secure
Overshadowed
By mercy.

You remind me
You're not withholding
The good
But only awakening
The best
An abundance
Of longing and hunger
You've planted deep
To know
Love everlasting.

You remind me
To not cower in shame
But in boldness
To move
To believe
My each and every
Change of mind
Departing the old
For the new
Is beautiful to You.

For, it's You
Who's moved my feet
Out of the mire
And onto the Rock
To shake off the dust
And behold
Your face
For You've
Ripped the veil
At the Cross
Your face in mine
Now ever revealing.

Yes, I will willingly
Bow my knees, strengthened
In Your repeated humbling
To drink the cup
Eagerly awaiting
Your sovereign completion
For, in the breaking
Of the bread
And this cup of life
I now recognize You
My Portion and Deliverer
The Resurrection and the Life.

Psalm 71:8 My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long.

Psalm 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.

Romans 8:14-19 (ESV) 14 For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 15 For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” 16 The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, 17 and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.

May God continually remind us all that we can keep coming to Him in our weariness and in the moments we feel so heavy laden. May God continue to encourage us not to press away our doubts and fears and unbelief but to come to Jesus, that He may lead us home into the arms of our Heavenly Papa, as He (Christ) unfurls His trust of the Father in us, piece by piece by piece, as He daily and moment by moment leads us to return and rest in Him. And may this Scripture put to song bless our hearts in Christ Jesus today: