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The Slippery Truth

by Laura on March 4, 2015

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The Truth is a slippery son-of-a-gun. It’s like one of those water wiggler snakes I got for one of my middle school birthdays. It seemed a chintzy gift– a tube of rubber with water inside– until I held it in my awkward hands. I’d have it firmly in my grip, settled, sure. Then I’d turn […]




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God’s Work Without God

by Laura on February 8, 2015

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It’s entirely possible to do God’s work without God, utterly likely that Spirit-breathed-ministry can morph into self-fueled-effort. This is the way of humanity and most Christian work as I’ve come to see it. Sadly, the same can be said of myself. What started faith-only and desperate-for-Jesus slid subtly over time into action-driven and next-step-logical. And I’m just […]




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Tending Graves

by Laura on February 3, 2015

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“The resurrection life you received from God is not a TIMID, GRAVE-TENDING LIFE. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a child-like, ‘What’s next, Papa?’ “(Romans 8, The Message) The last eight months, since we stepped foot on Asian soil, have felt a little like navigating active land mine fields– unexpected detonations becoming more common than […]




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Bride and Divorce

by Laura on January 28, 2014

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If the Church is really the Bride, I’ll admit I’ve wanted a divorce for a few years now.  She isn’t who I thought she was 20 years ago when I said, “I do.”  She hasn’t been kind, either –to the people outside of her club, to those who question or doubt, to me. And, so, […]




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The Manger Wasn’t Instagrammable

by Laura on December 19, 2013

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The pressure to have the perfect Christmas looms large this time of year. I would assume, for most of us. We want to deliver the pumpkin bread tied in Martha Stewart bows and we want the kids to have matching socks (note the photo below)– at least for the Christmas concert. We want the deep […]




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The Mafia and Falling Asleep Anyway

by Laura on October 9, 2013

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Perhaps I’m an adrenaline junkie. 15 months ago, my husband texted me, “I’m working a case involving the mafia.” And I can remember the holy ground that was my bedroom when I read that sentence on my computer screen; it was one of those late nights, after kids were in bed,  just me and Him. […]




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Russians Walking Street

When we first put toes into the water of the counter-trafficking community in SE Asia, we expected the pool to be a crowed one. We’d read the stories from the internet, we’d seen the documentaries and we assumed that other people had this fight covered– especially as it related to the process of helping find […]




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Redefining Stupid

by Laura on May 19, 2013

This past week he told stories from his last trip overseas–around a table and over sandwiches– that still-fresh ink crawling out from under his shirt sleeve. I’d heard the story several times before, but there was something about this telling that felt different, scarier to me. Maybe it was the natural responses from our friends. […]




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My New Favorite 24 Rocks {#FreedomRocks}

by Laura on March 14, 2013

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Our family went rock collecting the other day. We drove to the local sand and gravel place and unloaded the kids in front of the river rock pile. And then we started picking up rocks– flat ones, red ones, oddly shaped-ones. It was Colorado-cold and our fingers started to hurt, but we dug and selected […]




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There are a few things I’ve learned about doubt over the last three years of risk and failure, of transition and struggle. First, I’ve learned that the people who tell you that you shouldn’t ever have experience doubt if you are really following God and are on the “right” path, are probably smoking crack. You’re human. […]




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My husband says I’m the writer of the family, and that he’d rather just stick to the speaking-bit. And maybe he’s right. Because he rarely writes but every time he speaks publicly he brings people to cry tears or draw swords. The man seeps inspirational leadership. And these last two years, I’ve seen him endure […]




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