Brooke Gale LouvieR

Spiritual Bites for the Weary


God

  • 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

  • Translating the Wind

    somewhere between where I was and where I am going, I reside abandoning all other options careless to the chaos of choice the noise ceases and I am still Oh restless heart, make peace with yourself a decade ago I wandered from city to small town overwhelmed by the meaning in every place, person, and moment every Continue reading

  • Where’s Jesus?

    Every night, I pray with Aurelia. Sometimes it feels special and even sacred. Mostly it feels like routine, and occasionally just meaningless words. Lately, she’s been talking and communicating and understanding more than I could have imagines for someone who is not even 2 yet. The past week or so, when we pray she asks Continue reading

  • Sparrows and Eagles

    I’ve got to get off the ground somehow If the wind would only create enough lift For this tattered thinking Facing destruction I need a resurrection I am tired of these rocks in my shoes Broken views Hardened by a misuse Of my mind Always looking for things I can’t find But you You said Continue reading

  • When I am Feeling Lost

    Sometimes I feel lost.  Lost in my head. Lost in worry. I forget I am not doing life alone. I tend to try to go at it by myself, and I know that isn’t healthy. Sometimes I forget simple child-like faith is all I really need. I’ve done a pretty good job rejecting religion, but Continue reading

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