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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
    God bless!

  • “Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book that it may be for the time to come forever and ever.”
    ~Isaiah 30:8.

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    We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed."
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    “Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "Writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in these times, the sharpest eye for the grotesque, for the perverse, and for the unacceptable. To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures."
    ~Flannery O'Connor

    You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what’s burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke.
    ~Arthur Polotnik

    Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
    ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

    "There are forms of insanity that condemn people to hear voices against their will, but as writers we invite ourselves to hear voices without relinquishing our hold on reality or our right to control."
    ~Writing Fiction by Janet Burroway

    Christians have sometimes been suspicious of stories, because they really can influence you. If you read the Twilight novels once a month for a year, I think you'd be a different human afterward—and not a sparkly one.
    ~Nate Wilson

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Dead Air

I sit at my desk and stare forlornly at my notebook. Pen in hand I tap the blank sheet of paper glaring up at me. I frown and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Come on”, I whisper to myself, “Just think.” I aimlessly write a title at the top of the page; Notes for Chapter such-in-such. There, it’s not blank anymore. I sit back in my chair and glance out the window; raining, figures. Know I tap the pen on the edge of the desk and drum my finger beside it.
“Ah!” I toss the pen across the desk. It hits the wall and bounces off, clattering onto the desks wooden surface. I pick it up again, holding it close to my eyes as if examining it will reveal what to write. I rock my chair back on two legs, gripping the desk and groaning mentally. Dropping back to four legs I set my pen on the notebooks page as if to write, but my hand never moves. Letting go of the pen I leaned back in my chair once more. My gaze roams around the room stopping at my bookshelf, on my Bible. I haven’t opened it in a few days and gilt begins to creep into my head. The reason for my current state of Writer’s Black stares me in the face; when I let my relationship with the author of the world fall, my own authorship of stories falls. It is no surprise, I’ve realized this before, and now, here I am again. How many times do I have to learn this? I’m so dense. My hands drop to my lap and I look up at the ceiling,

“Father, forgive me. Here I am, help me, change me, let me not leave your side.” I bow my head and rub my eyes. “No more dead air between us, no more dead air from me.”

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  1. Lady Nairam

     /  December 16, 2009

    Oh my, so true. We *are* dense, aren’t we? I had to turn it all over to Him again last night. You’d think we’d learn, eventually…(here’s hoping. :))

  2. lilacandivy

     /  December 16, 2009

    Great post, Laura… thank you for sharing.

  3. storygirl308

     /  December 17, 2009

    I find it interesting that even though we keep turning our backs on God (even when we know better) He still gives us free will. If He wanted to He could just say the word and we’d all snap to attention, but He doesn’t, He let’s us choose. I guess that’s the beauty of grace.

    You’re welcome Sarah.

  4. I just found your blog through some internet research. (Actually I was searching for a reference to the scripture that says “He who is within me is greater than he who is in the world.” Bad me. I don’t know it, and I still haven’t found it. But I found you!) I love your blog! Thanks for sharing so much that I totally relate to in my walk with the Lord. Blessings on you! Shelley Ring

    • storygirl308

       /  March 5, 2012

      Thanks so much for reading and leaving the comment Shelley! And for stopping by! 🙂

      Blessings to you too!


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