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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.
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    ~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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Starter Story: Being Content with Where You Are


I recently found and was inspired by a company called Compass to write about our first home.  Compass is a new real estate company manly working in Washington D.C. and New York City that helps people find the perfect agent, place and neighborhood.  They are doing a series called “Starter Stories” and I wanted to be apart of it.  I’ve been side planning a post along that lines and they’ve helped motivate me to actually sit down and write it.

Expect the unexpected. That seems to be the theme of our starter story. What was supposed to be a paint job and some new carpet turned into a total rebuild. That’s the thing about old houses, you never know what you’re going to find once you start poking into walls or peeking under flooring.

It was going to be ready by the time we got married, that was the plan anyway, then my father-in-law decided to take a look at a spot under the floor of one of the bedrooms. (Good thing he did too.) It was sagging and better be safe than sorry, but what they found propelled them into a two year rebuild. Turns out that corner of the house had slid off of the footing, and not only that, but concrete had disintegrated. (Did I mention this was an old house?) It was a miracle the whole room hadn’t collapsed! As they dug into walls and pulled up floor boards more and more hidden problems came out into the open. Really, it’s amazing the place hadn’t either burned down from the problematic DIY wiring, or fallen over from the places where the foundation had crumbled away.

A work in progress.

A work in progress.

Well we didn’t get to move in after our honeymoon, in fact, we still haven’t moved in, but through it all God has been teaching us patience and contentment. (One things for sure, when God teaches you patience and contentment, He does so very thoroughly.)

So what became our starter place? Well, for the first few weeks while we looked for something, a fifth wheel. Yup, a fifth wheel. It was a cozy place to “play house” our first month of marriage. The only issue was the fact that it was the beginning of winter and in the last week we had a problem with everything freezing. But right when the weather decided to truly turn into winter, we found a place only five miles away.  (God is so good!)  I never thought I could be so thankful for things like a shower and washer and dryer that were in your own home. (Before that we were using my in-laws facilities.) This place is a quaint little one bedroom cabin and it’s where we currently call home.

Our living room and entertainment area.

Our living room and entertainment area.

This little place doesn’t have a bathtub or a dishwasher, but our first winter here, I discovered a new appreciation for hot running water. Turns out the pipes under the house were not buried, so guess what happened when the temperature dropped below freezing? Frozen water lines and no running water. (We solved that issue by leaving the kitchen faucet dripping once the pipes unfroze.) After that, whenever I stood over the sink looking at a pile of dishes, lamenting the lack of a dishwasher, I would remind myself to be thankful for hot running water and the ability to be able to wash dishes.

The pint size kitchen.

The pint size kitchen.

Remember the “expect the unexpected” part? Well once spring rolled around that didn’t change. Once more our move in date was bumped as time and time again we felt like the universe was warring against us as one thing after another delayed the remodel, *cough* I mean rebuild. Yes it’s been frustrating, and there were many a time I caught myself moping because we still couldn’t completely unpack and settle, and once I found out I was pregnant I really became inpatient!

My husband and I have had the “it is what it is” and “we’re here for a reason” conversations many a time through this whole process, looking at the positive (like, hey! We have a roof over our heads and can pay our bills! We’re just fine), and remembering that God’s timing is far better than our own, but I still struggled with being content with where we were. Then the nesting part of pregnancy started to hit and I started stressing out over how in the world we were going to make room for a baby. I complained (yes, I admit it) about this to my husband and he dove right in with a solution. I have to put in, God has blessed me so much through this man I married, and I truly don’t know what I would do without him. He remained calm, and kept me calm as he pointed out furniture we could move, corners we could clean up, and even started on it even though it was later in the day and we hadn’t even eaten yet, just because it would help set my mind at ease. (I love this man.)

Bedroom with baby corner.

Bedroom with baby corner.

Now we have a baby corner, and oddly enough, even though we stuffed more things into our little bedroom, it feels more open. After rearranging the furniture a bit in the living room area, I began to feel better about the space, but then my husband made a comment that changed my perspective entirely. As we were looking at our progress in reorganizing he said, “I’ve been thinking it’s going to be really cozy, the three of us here. It’ll be fun.” Ever since then I just can’t get those thoughts out of my head. I really feel like God was speaking to me through my husband’s words, giving me a different way to look at it. Yes, it will be cozy and now the thought brings a smile to my face.

Patience and contentment are hard lessons to learn and God is a very thorough teacher. Yes there is no storage in this place, but there is a good size upstairs where we can keep things without cluttering the main living area and even have a guest space. Yes the kitchen is tiny and the stove/oven feels like it belongs in a dolls house, but it holds what we need and does its job. There’s no AC, but a window unit keeps us from melting.  Our bed frame might double as a coat rack because there is no closet and sometimes you just have to improvise. So we’re not completely unpacked yet, we have what we need and it will make when we finally unpack everything feel like Christmas.

A bit of

A bit of “home sweet home” decor.

Our starter place didn’t turn out to be the one we thought it would be, but God has put us here for a reason and it’s kept us dry and warm and given us a place to call home.


A Choice

Choices.  Life is full of them.  Big and small choices — life changing and every day choices.  When I was hunting for a theme for my novel CHOICES the themes of patience, (or waiting on the Lord) and trusting in Him completely came to mind.  Not only were they the latest lessons God was trying to teach me, but they applied to what Kate (the hero of CHOICES) had to learn as well.  Here she is, thrown into a world that in her own mind should not exist, falling in love with a man in it.  Talk about a test of faith.  Not only does she need to have patience in waiting to see if she will ever make it home, but she also has to trust God that somehow, He was placed her there for a reason, and trust Him with the love she feels for Terren.

It recently hit me, (yes I know, I can be slow sometimes…), all of these — patience, trust, faith — they are choices.  We can choose to trust God and give Him everything, or we can choose to trust in ourselves and our own abilities.  We can choose to have patience and wait, or we can plow full steam ahead without considering the consequences.  And there’s more… even though He is in complete control, God lets us choose our own path.    

As human beings, God gives us free will, He lets us choose, but He is still in control.  For a long time, even though I believed this, it was hard for me to understand, until now. 

Last month I went job hunting.  Before I started filling out applications or handing out resumes, I gave the outcome to God.  He was doing this with me.  He already knew where I was going to work.  He was in control.  After only one day of job searching in town, I got a phone call about on interview.  Let’s just say I was supper excited, but even so, I went into the interview with the mindset that this may not be the job God had for me.  I hoped it would be, but only God knew the outcome.  So God and I went into the interview.  Here’s the funny part, afterwards, as I was walking out of the store, a still small voice whispered in my ear, “No, this is not your job.”  What?!  Seriously God?  Couldn’t You at the very least let me get out of the store before telling me?  Honestly, it made me laugh, just goes to show that God has a sense of humor.

Low and behold, I didn’t get the job.  Was I disappointed?  Maybe a little frustrated with God?  Well, no.  I was disappointed for maybe three seconds, but I had given it all to God.  In the end it was His choice and I had left it at that.  I was free to say or do anything in the interview, but God already had it all taken care of.  So even if I felt like I blew it, if it was the job God had for me, I’d get it. 

I had made the choice to let God come in, takeover, and do things His way.  It’s amazing the peace you have once you make that choice.  You suddenly have no reason what-so-ever to worry about anything because He’s got it taken care of.

Making that choice is not easy, just ask Kate and Terren, or me — you give up your control on everything — but let me tell you, it’s worth it.

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