Love
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Rest, Child
When I was a child, growing up in rural New Hampshire, I always loved lilacs. There was one house in particular which had a yard covered in lilac bushes, and whenever we’d pass it, I’d say to myself, one day I’ll have a yard covered in lilac bushes. After growing up, moving to Texas and Continue reading
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All the Right Reasons- Thoughts on Pregnancy, Love & Staying Fit
I’ve always had a disdain for exercise. Maybe because I am not athletic, or because when I was younger I didn’t think I needed it because I had a super high metabolism and could eat whatever I wanted and stayed skinny. Maybe it’s because it was forced on me when I attended a strict Christian Continue reading
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You’re My Adventure
Two weeks ago I married the love of my life. As I walked down the hill to a beach on a lake where my friends and family waited, and saw my handsome, grinning groom, I felt like I must be in a dream or the happy climax of a really great movie. It was such Continue reading
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I Love Jesus, But Sometimes I am an Atheist
The most terrible acts in the world happen when human beings treat each other as less than human. A Chinese orphanage where special needs children had their limbs tied to hard kitchen chairs and left alone all day to stare at the walls. A dirty room on the top of a brothel in India, where Continue reading
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Love, etc.
My Senior year of High School I bought this black shirt that had a velcro strip across the front. It came with a bag of velcro letters so I could spell anything I wanted to. The first time I wore it was on Valentine’s Day, where I proudly used it as a billboard to show Continue reading
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A Brief Conversation with the Sun
“Good morning, world,” she said, letting a ray of sun on her face, “Why I am here another day?” She paused, letting questions shift and arrange priorities inside of her, putting off her daily routine to try to understand how to be human. “To love,” the sun replied, realizing an answer from the world would Continue reading
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Shout It From the Rooftops
God doesn’t hate you. He is not pissed off at you. He is not rolling his eyes at your stupidity. He doesn’t point out your flaws. He doesn’t think you’re crazy. He is not embarrassed by you. He never, ever condemns you. He isn’t impatiently tapping his giant foot up in heaven, waiting for you Continue reading
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Art Is Home
notes build like bricks to create structures to be filled with souls who find home there words mix like swirling colors in paint cans making drab and old weathered browns new blush reds and starry-eyed blues we live inside art because we need to know our slight hope of excruciating beauty really means something that Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 