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I hate Halloween, the last day for the Victorious Secret GIVEAWAY, and can I just say one more time

I hate Halloween, the last day for the Victorious Secret GIVEAWAY, and can I just say one more time

I definitely came to the "dress your kid up as a Saint for Halloween" party way too late. And it is too bad, because secretly? I hate Halloween. And why I say secretly is a mystery because it is not a secret and if it were a secret, well, wouldn't that just be the dumbest secret ever? I have way better secrets than that. But yes. Halloween? Not. A. Fan. From the scary to the gore to the walking in the dark and bag carrying and people...all those people...and the stress, yes,

dog poop, pre-cut fruit, and running late on Monday morning. I know... Let's have a GIVE AWAY!

dog poop, pre-cut fruit, and running late on Monday morning. I know... Let's have a GIVE AWAY!

HAPPY MONDAY! It is raining! There were was no jelly for the PB and J lunches! The dog pooped on the floor! I sent kids to school with no water! My husband is running late for work! The overpriced pre-cut fruit went bad! But He is still good, and there is air in my lungs, and I just ate a coconut creme pie Larabar which was surprisingly delicious, and so I can only assume there is still work for me to do.....so, how about we cheer things up and get this week going with a GIV

the valley of dry bones

the valley of dry bones

Like many of you Abiding Together fangirls and maybe some fanboys as well, I am working my way through their beautifully created RESTORE THE BEAUTY podcasts and journal. OH. MY. WORD. Well, not MY word. HIS WORD. Focusing on just one verse in Scripture over the past three days is doing all sorts of wrecking and rebuilding already. The verse is Ezekiel 37:1-7. The Valley Of Dry bones. (full chapter, 37:1-14) After only three days of reading, re-reading, meditating, responding

talking to recordings, reading Chinese, and my gift of over sharing. It must be Friday.

talking to recordings, reading Chinese, and my gift of over sharing. It must be Friday.

I have developed a beautiful relationship with Cynthia, the woman at my insurance company, who has been helping me figure out 4,000 medical bills that to me, are like reading Chinese. And in case you are wondering...I do not speak Chinese. Therefore, I can not read them. I also can't pay them. Even if I were Chinese, I could not pay them. I told Cynthia that she better get a raise and that no one has ever cared for me the way that she does. Thankfully, Cynthia has a sense of

the plan is to go LIVE on IG at 10am. Don't tell the devil. He constantly screws things up.

whose feet are you sitting at, paying attention to the madman, and the remedy for all things

whose feet are you sitting at, paying attention to the madman, and the remedy for all things

Well, if you don't pray every morning before the chaos begins, perhaps this might get you rethinking hitting that snooze button or choosing time with the TV, over time with God. Only moments awake on this rainy Monday, I read this: Rejoice in hope, endure in affliction, persevere in prayer. (Rom 12:12) And I mean, really...is there anything else we need to know today? Or tomorrow? Or ever? Because my first guess, is that there is something in your life right now that you are

scattered and gathered and thrown in the air like confetti

scattered and gathered and thrown in the air like confetti

Setting the coffee last night, feeling a bit weary and not too enthusiastic about the following day to come, I remembered that I had a long awaited hair appointment this afternoon...and my mood immediately lifted, I felt energized and joyful : at last, something to look forward to! Then my heart sunk. Just moments before setting the coffee, I had worked my way through my Bible Study lesson on prayer. "Whether or not we feel like praying should not determine whether we pray.

you were made for more. But more of what?

you were made for more. But more of what?

We hear this message a lot. YOU WERE MADE FOR MORE. And this is good. This is truth. We ought to hear this message and not just hear, but ponder. Because I mean, really. What does it even mean? Made for more of what? After a lifetime of devouring every self-help book known to man kind, that MORE I was made for meant my very best self. The absolute version of who I was meant to be. But here is the problem with that. What exactly IS my best self? And what if I have no clue as t

useless baggage

useless baggage

The reason I write and speak of the everyday battle is because even after speaking and writing of it, I can still be tripped up by it. After prayer, early yesterday morning - which is truly the greatest time to pray, because the rest of the world has yet to wake up and scream at you - and trust me, it will - I was struck by a longing to lose the useless baggage I carry. The spiritual, emotional, literal bags of heaviness and distraction that hold me from keeping my eyes on m

The "If Only I Had This, Life Would Be Perfect" Battle...and some thoughts on discourageme

The "If Only I Had This, Life Would Be Perfect" Battle...and some thoughts on discourageme

What helps me in my seasons of waiting it out in the pain is to recall the past seasons. I remember all of the past circumstances that felt unending while going through them, but how they did, in fact, end. It helps to recall the times I grasped at the temporary fix, the quick purchase, the instant latest thing, the toxic relationship, the beauty procedure to numb the bad feelings, even if only for a moment..... .....The instant? The quick? The magic? When I choose these, I

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I am Laura. Wife and mother of four, author, speaker, and ministry coordinator. I write about the mess I was, the mess I still am, and the God who shows up every single day and cleans it all up.

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