Dear Reader,
My name is Linda, and this is my story.
For much of my life, I was a wandering daughter—sometimes lost, sometimes rebellious—moving through dry and desolate places, carrying an ache I could never quite name. That emptiness followed me from childhood into adulthood, a quiet longing that no pursuit could satisfy. I tried what the world offered, hoping something would finally fill the hollow space in my heart. Nothing ever did.
Years passed. Seasons changed. Life unfolded with both beauty and sorrow. And then—later than I expected, but right on time—I met the One my soul had been searching for all along. Yeshua—Jesus. Not as a concept, but as a presence. Gentle. Steady. Full of grace.
He met me not with condemnation, but with compassion. He filled the empty places I had carried since I was young. In Him, I found a love that holds, a truth that anchors, and a life I could never create for myself. Over time, I learned to love Him, to trust Him, and to depend on Him—slowly, imperfectly, and deeply.
Now in my seventies, I write from a place of gratitude. I marvel at the patience of Abba and the tenderness of being found after so much wandering. Whispers to Abba is where I lay my heart before my Father—offering quiet reflections, grateful letters, and the testimony of a daughter finally at rest.
These words are my way of saying thank You.
This is my story—written in grace.
May you who are reading find rest for your soul.
May the dry places bloom with hope,
the empty spaces be gently filled,
and may you come to know the nearness of Abba—
who sees, who waits, and who never stops calling His children home.
Whispers To Abba 