Happy Birthday Bohlen Henry Thye
Father, Brother, Leader, Friend
An acronym found in Angela’s tribute folder on your 58th birthday:
Benevolent
On the Ball
Hopeful
Loving Father/Husband
Enabling Others
Natural Servant
Hardworking
Encourager of Many
Nice to Know
Ready with Many Skills
Yearning for God’s Glory
Thoughtful & Thorough
Helper of Many
Youthful
Enduring Soldier of the King
| She | gets a certain look in her eye, or maybe the pace of her breathing changes. These are the times spent deep in prayer |
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| Is | there another like her? One standing in the gap, ready at a moment’s notice to intercede for others? |
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| Always | I’ve wanted to know the practice of fervent prayer of the truly consecrated to prayer and now I do. |
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| Talking | with her about her prayer life face is both joyful and sad her thinking of talking with Father but also of those not noticing how |
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| With | so many teachings and tools at our beckon call we have dulled the miracle that is ours to freely partake in |
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| God | wants to have conversation with us and how do we behave? As if prayer was a chore or stale milk Shame on us. Blessings to the prayer warriors |
We come together in love, willing to do whatever it takes to make our mate smile and be happy . . . until.
It can happen at the most inopportune, inappropriate, unexpected times. The fight. And I’m standing my ground. Stubborn as it may seem, I let you win last time. It’s my turn, baby-oh.
And them are the fighting words, aren’t they?
The Great Dividers: I. Me. Mine. You.
They spread poison of Fault, Blame, Doubt. Distance.
What happened to being as one (Mt 19:6)?
When there is “ours” in conflict, we move towards the same goal. When there is a “mine” in an argument, it becomes a tug of war.
Turn your ME upside down into a WE. There is no “me” in “us”.
Many know her, but I wonder if they really know . . .
She is grounded in God’s word. She constantly and spontaneously prays with psalms and thanksgiving (yes, constantly). She is my wife, my best friend – and I love her TREE-mendously.
I’ve never met anyone like her. And even those that have met her, may not know the depths and breadth of her prayer life. I’ve created a site that aims to share some of her Spirit-filled life (much of the time in poetry and pictures):
It’s an amazing thing to watch such a remarkable life. I will try to capture what I see, and share what I can.
Aside: Whenever I say “I love you, tree” to Angela, she replies: “I love you, branches” . . . I dunno if that speaks to my diversity or is a play on ‘I love you bunches’ – I do know it fits perfectly:-)
I’ve seen her begin to share praise,
even before the celebration begins.
I’ve seen tears silently run down her cheeks,
until their bitterness ends
Such is the convicted life
dedicated to intercessory prayer
and in fashion of Romans 12:15
it matters not when or where.
An example we should all follow
And rather our enemies we scorn
With them rejoice when they do rejoice
and mourn when they do mourn
Photo on Flickr by johnwiechecki
There is a gaze that overcomes her face
As Intercession takes its place
at the forefront of her heart
and her eyes fill with wonder, mercy, grace
Its as if she enters a special zone
A place I don’t think I’ve ever known
She stands apart and yet in that gap
I know that being apart is not being alone.
For she has been given a gift and given a task
On behalf of others, to talk with God and simply ask
without judgment or bias to station or pace
I see her do this all thru the day, it’s not a mask.
She begins living each day with loving eyes
A bit of poetry to start your weekend:
When I became a man . . .
I will wait for you . . .
HT to Colleen Fosh for starting me down the trail to these two pieces.
A lot of answered prayer this weekend, Praise God (and thanks to those standing in the gaps). Every prayer uttered on behalf of another is a precious stone of intercession:
We’ve posted a new book trailer on the book project funding site. We appreciate your prayers and support.
