Brooke Gale LouvieR

Spiritual Bites for the Weary

  • Seperate & Together

    It’s about 8 am and the sun is streaming in through the window that spans across like a wall at an unmentioned corporate coffee shop. Well-made vanilla lattes, big windows and wispy rolling clouds make for a clear mind, something that has been a rarity as of late. The orchestra of daily human interaction plays Continue reading

  • Who Am I?

    There is a story I will never forget, told by the Hebrew scholar, Ray Vanderlaan. As a Rabbi was walking one nigh, he came to a wall surrounding a fortress. As he approached the wall, a guard shouted down at him, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” To which the Rabbi replied, Continue reading

  • I Had A Dream

    Last night I had this obscure dream. I don’t remember the scene or the characters or lines, but I do remember that I got a letter. From God. I am sure if I could remember it word for word I could go down in history, perhaps be considered a prophet or at least sell a Continue reading

  • Audacious Words (Dare Me To Move)

    I have been reminded the past few weeks, especially the past few days,  what it looks like to live a life of audacious faith. To take risks. To put things into action. I am terrible at this. I am a thinker, not so much a doer. I can philosophize and contemplate something to death. I Continue reading

  • Becoming Texan

    Seven years ago yesterday, I arrived in Texas. I was eighteen, leaving behind everything I knew to spend a year of my life learning more about God and who I was.  My plan was to stay a year, and go back to the North. After all, I was an East Coast girl all the way. Continue reading

  • My Year In Review

    Write It Down The year began, slowly, not with a bang as in some new years past, but with a slow contentedness. I was  sick, so the trip to Nashville we had planned was canceled, so I stayed in Texas with Jean-Thomas. I returned to YWAM Woodcrest to begin the writing school. I was assistant Continue reading

  • The Scribe

    He walks out of the battle, pen dripping with ink knowing for certain he was placed in that moment in time to put words to these things these stories that shift the atmosphere bump into each other causing friction and storm He foretold this in way no one will believe He’s there when widows weep Continue reading

  • Ink Blobs, Death & Dirty Acorns

    I know what you are thinking: the title of this blog is dripping with Christmas cheer. I thought so too. If you know anything about me, the way I write may start out slightly depressing sounding but turns out hopeful. This may or may not be that. Every year, I hope that I can see Continue reading

  • Oh, Great Light Of the World

    Stop for a moment. Take a breath in. Out. In. Out. You know your worries? Yeah, those petty little ones that begin to nibble on the corners of the peace in your mind, that you allow to have a feast. They don’t really matter. They could leave in an instant if you just shooed them Continue reading

  • We're All Scattered Pieces

    When I traveled across China a few years ago, I stood at the point where the historically famous Silk Road starts. The Silk Road was known for bridging the polar opposites of the West and the East together through trade. I thought about how I came on that trip hoping to change someone’s life, and Continue reading

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