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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

Down on My Knees… Yet Again.

I fell on my face before God this morning.  I thought I was ready for a new year, for all the new steps I knew it would bring.  Now, here I am, a week into it and I crumpled.  In my own mind I felt I could do whatever I set my will on; I had the ability, I had the knowledge, I felt in control.  Yesterday it became too much, I couldn’t handle it, I couldn’t do it, now, in my mind I had failed.  My first reaction should have been to fall on my face before God right then and there, but did I?  No.  I just let the thorn fester, I lost sleep and woke feeling more broken then before. 
“God!”  I cried, “Take it!  My fear, my pride, my sin, my incompleteness.”  I fell to my knees and wept.  Over and over again I try to make it on my own and over and over and over I end up on my face, broken, fallen, a filthy rage at the feet of the Holy One.
God, do you ever grow tired as I make the same mistake again and yet again for the thousandth time?  Or do you just smile and weep with me as I come crawling back to you?  Is that what it’s all about?  Is it alright?  As long as I come back?  As long as I give it all back to you?  Oh God!  Help me!  I believe, but help my unbelief. 
That’s the beauty of grace, isn’t it?  How we blow it over and over, yet you still call us, you still love us, you still want us back.  Father, your mercy is unmatched, your love is forever, or grace is all sufficient.  Your hand will never let go.  Even when I turn my back you are there.  Even when I stop my ears you still whisper.  Even when I shut my heart, you still touch.  Oh Father, I am on my knees, take me back.

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