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Finding Happy
Sometimes waiting is overrated. Like when you are trying to find happy. There is a waiting in patience for things to come, But there is also a taking a holding and receiving now. Lately, I’ve been asking myself this question: If you can’t be happy now, when will you be happy? When you are married? Continue reading
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Blue Like Jazz- A Movie Worth Saving
I am a long time fan of Donald Miller. Seven years ago, I got a hold of Blue Like Jazz. It was one of those books that came just at the right time. I was in the middle of touring with a youth ministry, and many of my life-long beliefs were beginning to unravel right in Continue reading
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How To Kill Your Dreams
So here I am again. Trying to write some kind of truth. There’s this long blog entry sitting in draft mode in my wordpress dashboard, that I’ve been working on for too long. It’s one of those things that seemed like a good idea to write, but when the words come, they seemed disingenuous. So Continue reading
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Like Yellow and Gray
some days I wake up and I am not sure who I am or how I got there perhaps I am hung over from being intoxicated on life that’s a nice thought or perhaps who I am feels like too complex of an issue before I shower and have coffee and where I am Continue reading
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Once Upon A Book
Eight years ago I was participating in a required fasting retreat. (It’s bizarre to think I ever did that.) Even though I had to break it early and eat crackers, It was Valentine’s Day and it snowed, so it felt like a sign. I was inspired to write a book. It was called More Than Enough- Continue reading
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Like Air & The Sea
what if I were to told you that you are loved extravagantly violently passionately in a mad sort of way that makes no mental sense but holds you together, stitching broken emotions, a tangible presence that fills your being with visions of the ocean wide, deep, never unending unfathomable what if I told you the Continue reading
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When I am On Display
I really am my own worst enemy I think I need to fight myself when the war for my heart has already been won but I bleed mistrust my wounds ooze insecurity so I bandage them up myself still acting like I don’t know my role like I am ad-libbing this character but Continue reading
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Dry Toast, Distractions, and Racing Deer
You may be here because you can’t possibly fathom how anyone can write a blog post with a title like that. And I am here trying to write something. Anything. I’ve been feeling bone-dry lately. Sometimes writing is an overwhelming spring of revelation and glorious thoughts, bubbling up out of “The Brook(e)” within me. Sometimes, Continue reading
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Brooke Gale LouvieR 