Author Archives: lauramspencer

Well, I guess you could say I’ve succumbed to a once-a-year blog post if even that. Life has a way of keeping things busy and I have a way of avoiding the things that deep down in my heart I sometimes really want to do….Writing is one of those things and it doesn’t always comeContinue reading “These Grace Gifts”

Well He gives you a sun in the morning and warms your room with its light. He may even order a chorus of birds to serenade you with song. Some of us may wonder why our hearts should still wake sad or why our minds run with worry. If that’s you Friend, take a deepContinue reading “What’s in a New Day?”

There stands a cool iron gate you clasp your hands around. Peer through its bars and stare in silence at the grove of olive trees. Gnarled branches and deep dark leaves cast their shade across the white gravel stone.  An incline grows tall behind the garden there and in front, a downward slope reaches toContinue reading “This Reality”

It’s been shamefully long since I’ve written anything on this blog. To be honest, I have thought about writing on here lately, but I can’t seem to find the words or thoughts to share. Motivation has been lacking for that matter as well. Sometimes life can feel like a standstill and with it, thoughts asContinue reading “A Spring Walk”

I wish I could say I’m a confident heart; but in reality, I’m one of the biggest of worriers. So many times I wish I could say that I “rocked it”, “nailed it,” or use whatever other type of affirmation is out there. But instead, I’m left with thoughts of all those tasks left undoneContinue reading “Unwrapping Peace”

I have only to look out the window to witness the drastic change of seasons. Tree limbs reach like bare hands toward a gray clouded sky. Crisp leaves sprawl across the cold ground like a patchwork quilt. Autumn has come and is quickly fading as winter begins to make its entrance. The weather channel saysContinue reading “A Gift in Seasons”

There’s a small rock, with a coating of tan colored dust that grows cracked the longer it sits in my room by my bed. Sometimes I stare at it while it lays in my open palm. Sometimes I clutch it tightly when anxieties chant the loudest and seem impossible to calm.  I hold onto thisContinue reading “An Emblem of Stone”

There are some Americans today who silently open a door into their storeroom of memories. They’re pulling out the file dated for September 11, 2001. Some files are long and others short. Some are stained with tears more than others. But all of us who are old enough to remember stand with our own fileContinue reading “A File for 9/11”

For a long time I was like a child, wanting to hold my wound in front of their face and say, “See what happened?” I’ve seen how miscommunication can tear people apart; I’ve learned the impact silence can sorely have on a person. There was a time when a new found friction broke my heart.Continue reading “When Kindness is Attractive”

Happy Friday, my friends! I’m not sharing a regular blog post this week. Instead, I thought I’d give an attempt to share some poetry that I wrote awhile back. If you feel like it, head on over to my page “Maybe it’s like poetry,” to join me in pondering the stillness of time and siftingContinue reading “Thoughts for a Poem”