Welcome [again]

Welcome [again]:

I'm a
warrior in christ
and a warrior's wife
and a warrior, who's a wife.

My name, Laura, means victory.

I am victorious in Christ, and hope to,
                                                 somehow,
                                                         be victorious in life. 


Here is a blog that I'm [re-]starting, which will be about many, many things,
but I hope it can be both a place just to write and,
primarily, an encouragement to those out there who are
Christians,
and non-Christians,
Women,
Wives,
Military,
Creatives,
Food-fans,
Drink-fans,
Teachers,
Students,
and
people just trying to fight the good fight.

Welcome to
                   The Warrior Wife.

New Name

My blog has a new name.

I'll explain more later, but here I am

feisty like i ought to be - adieu.

the warrior wife - for life.

3 years

3 whole years
and
more or less days
I have been barren
and
lost in this maze
of
dark despair
and
impenetrable haze -
how I long for clear years
and
cloudless days.

A bit of perspective from a TV host

  For the most part, I like Kathie Lee Gifford.

I think she is funny and savvy,
has (several of) her
morals intact, and she brings
a non-formulaic breath of fresh air to the Today Show.

I don't watch the Today Show
(including the fourth hour)
as much these days due
to the fact that I work in the morning
and that the whole show
has gotten fairly
underwhelming and/or slanted in a variety of ways,
but I appreciate what this host said in a book of hers not too long ago,
and I hope she still believes it:

"Today's [talk] shows make me miss Johnny Carson. and Jack Paar. And Merv Griffin, Mike Douglas, and Dick Cavett. I miss people who knew how to talk to people intelligently, without insulting or demeaning them, and also knew how to listen.

"And while I am at it, I miss Bill Crosby, Bob Newhart, Tim Conway, Carol Burnett - people who knew how to make you laugh without maiking you feel guilty about it.

Sex does not automatically equal entertainment.  Filthy words do not automatically make someone a comedian. And screaming and interrupting certainly does not equal having a conversation."

Definitely something to consider.

Outliers and my dad

My husband just read the book titled "The Outliers."

A key premise of the book is that an individual's propensity for success
is significantly impacted by said individual's environment.

Last night, my husband said (with logic found in this book) that it my dad's long life post cancer diagnosis
likely had as much to do with the community he was surrounded by than
the world-class medical facility where he received treatment.

Truth be told,
having lived in my home town from birth through college,
I wouldn't be at the least surprised.

prayers, please.

My Grandpa B.,
my father's father,
has been in the nursing home for
some time now, dealing with Parkinson disease.

Now he is in the hospital,
and his body is failing him.
He has developed trouble breathing which has
caused him to fall ill with pneumonia.

Please pray that he would be comforted,
that he would know God's peace,
and that he'd accept Christ's love.

Please pray for my family and me.
This is a lot to deal with, and
I personally don't know how
I will be able to handle it.

Please pray that God would be glorified by
the members of my family,
including my grandpa,
now and forever.

Thank you for praying,
as always.

And then there was.

Today started out as a dark, dark day -
the darkest day I've lived in for a long time.

But today I realized -
only when you
open your eyes
and truly,
genuinely see that
you live in a world of
darkness
do you finally
                understand that you need to
                                                             turn
                                                                 on
                                                                   the
                                                                     light.

I want to call my dad.

What would this world be like if we could make a call to heaven? 

well, I was about to write out a list, and then I realized:
If we could call heaven,
We'd only talk to God.

God is who and what every person searches for and
what every person truly needs.

If we could call heaven, then  everything would be different.

---

As you know, we can't call heaven,
and we can't call God,
and we can't call anyone else who is there.

if, and
only if we would call heaven and still have the same
physical, mental, and (mostly) spiritual boundaries that we have now,
I would call my dad.

here

As you might have known/guessed/been totally confused about from my last post,
it's been really hard to write.

Shoot -
it's been hard to write
and to talk
and to
think.

Grief - year one is now done, year two isn't that fun.

That being said, year two, while not without it's vices, definitely has already had some victories.

So here I am,
trying to express myself again,
whilst dealing with existing in and getting out of the
deep dark hole that is
grief.

Thanks, as always,
for reading!

Asleep awake asleep

Here I go to sleep
Awake awake
And soon asleep
Wishing away what will be in my dreams
Here I go to sleep

It's been a hard summer,
One that I look forward to putting to bed.
I look forward to the fall,
And what comes with all of that.
So while I have had a hard time
writing, speaking, and thinking,
I look onward to putting to sleep this summer of silence and
waking up my words really soon.