Laura’s writing is equally capable of wrestling with an ever-present sense of loss and the joys of watching her children grow. Often, both are intertwined into a beautiful tapestry that feels familiar, yet unearths something new. She reminds us that the ordinary and the sacred aren’t that far apart. That we can see the infinite in the overlooked. We can even find the absent in the present.
My young self-esteem clung to what I knew would work and be grown-up approved. I kept it safe, rather than reach into the risky abyss of my own creativity.
First Published in The DELIGHT issue of Joyful Life Magazine
“I want to be fearless. I want my children to take holy risks and to know the feeling of eternal invincibility, to walk with their chins held high into dominions of darkness and challenge the status quo because they are supernaturally secure in knowing that their souls are untouchable. I want them to breathe Abba Father into a world that believes itself orphaned.”
First Published on The Mudroom Blog
“Dust is the chosen medium of the Great Artist.
It was from dust that He formed his greatest work of art– a self- portrait that He gave breath and called good.
May the dust that envelopes the magic of my children’s early childhood bring with it a greater understanding of whose image each of them bears.”
First Published in iola Magazine
“As I walk in this maternal calling, I am taught lesson upon lesson of selflessness, bravery, and prayer. There are stretch marks on more than just my belly. My soul contains the stripes of someone who has been pushed to her limits.”
Life with a toddler is hard. And saying so doesn’t make us ungrateful, it makes us human.
Yet, even in these trenches made up of laundry and snot trails, we somehow keep putting two feet on the floor in the dark of the early morning hours. Day after day, we put out our hands and lift their bed-headed, soggy bottoms from their crib and into the start of a new, long day.