Brooke Gale LouvieR

Spiritual Bites for the Weary

  • The Best News

    Watching the world fall apartFrom my window.Mostly, the window of my phoneThis tiny electronic world Feeding my brain information.Feeding my soul fear. Outside my real windowAll is quiet and still.And in the morningBirds will calmly announce the arrival of spring.As the world anxiously awaitsOrders. Results. News.…Some good news. I see more than ever how the Continue reading

  • Quarantined Thoughts

    There we were: flying through the universe at a million miles an hour. Disconnected. Anxiety-ridden. Swallowing our self-help brand of Christianty, our just-do-one-more-thing-isms. Hustling. Trying to get to that number: grow our businesses, our churches, our income, our views, likes, and followers. Trying to be noticed. To make a difference. To leave something for our Continue reading

  • Life in the Preparation

    I used to spend a lot of time writing, thinking, pondering, reflecting. Self-analysis was key to feeling whole and alive, and it has always been through writing. I could write myself down off of a cliff, out of the darkness, into the glorious light. God would show up and remind me that what I am Continue reading

    , ,

  • The Rough Edges of Motherhood

    “Mama! I hold you!” My 2-year-old’s squirmy body collides into mine. He’s my wild child. Rough and tough. Abrasive at times. All mess and climbing and destruction and just 100% pure BOY. He sleeps with firetrucks, airplanes, and his toy rifle. He head butts me and I sigh deeply. “MAMA! I hold YOU!” I hold Continue reading

    ,

  • The Slow and Speedy Birth of Raylan Emerson

    It’s been over two months since my third child came into this world. I’ve been wanting to write about his journey here, but it feels exhausting to even stop and think about it. Maybe because I am afraid I won’t have any of the right words, and I will just write in a clinical, fact-only Continue reading

    ,

  • The Wisdom of Old

    A sound mind is what You give Yet the sounds in my head are anything but kind Making me spin and jump miles and days ahead Right past moments of joy that would leave me breathless It I remembered to breathe in the first place And I know this must not be what You had Continue reading

    , ,

  • Making God Laugh

    It’s 3 am and I am 41 weeks pregnant. That’s 2 weeks longer than my first 2 kids, and those 2 weeks have felt like eternity. I’ve been having steady contractions off and on since 36 weeks which makes it seem like over a month of labor. In that month we found a new place Continue reading

    , , , ,

  • Girl, Quit Washing Your Face

    When I was a teen and in my early 20’s, I struggled a lot with acne break-outs. I felt ugly and embarrassed. I’d cover up with make-up, but those pesky pimples would always poke through. I tried different products: chemical ones I had to order specially in the mail, natural ones that smelled like hippies Continue reading

    ,
    , , , ,

  • Frozen Ground

    Why do we toil so hard to till frozen ground instead of just waiting for the sun? Is this just the lot of all men? To work until their hands bleed and their minds melt of boredom? To paddle against a tide and go nowhere? Where are the explorers and inventors, the revolutionaries pushing boundaries Continue reading

    ,

  • Winter Steals My Songs Away

    I broke down the other night while rocking Wyatt and singing to him before bed. It’s a song I’ve sang a million times over the last decade or so, in different countries and different seasons of life. Maybe I don’t have the strength Maybe I don’t have the faith You brought me here in 40 Continue reading

    , , ,
Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started