Change the World

Walking the Streets

| Laura Lee Bonde

Yesterday morning, my friend, Sal, and I met at the Lemon Grove trolley station to see what God had in store for people. It was the second time we’d seen each other, but you would’ve thought we’d known each other for a while because that’s the Kingdom connection we all have in Christ.

When we came together, we were both sharing how we used to “need” outreaches to reach out to people but now, that’s not the case because it’s turned into a lifestyle for each of us. We met to teach another young man how to pray on the streets, but he ended up not coming, so Sal and I decided to change the world without him. Continue reading →

Compelled Beyond Pain

| Laura Lee Bonde
Yesterday, before church, I received a message from a friend, asking how my foot was. The simple question caused tears to pour out because, some days, it feels worse than others, even after three weeks, and yesterday was one of those worse days, and to be totally honest, I’m tired of still having a wound.
 
Of course, one tear over a hurt foot caused a domino effect of emotions from loneliness to struggle and everything in between…hence my poetry yesterday morning. After amazing time with God, I headed to church, which held emotions of its own, but that’s for another post.
 
After I returned home from church, I knew I needed to clean my foot again but, this time, went into the bedroom because I knew it was going to hurt. Sure enough, I was right.

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Abandoned Heart

| Laura Lee Bonde

Many times, God will reveal to me insight on what to write about before the morning comes. This time, I sat in His Presence and waited for His direction.

Last night, after the workshop and a visit with a friend, a very close friend of mine had an emergency and needed to be picked up from a motel. I didn’t hesitate at all and barely broke any speed limit laws to get there.

When this person got in the car, there were tears. Right off the bat, I asked, “Do you need to spend the night?”, and said, “You don’t have to tell me anything.” Continue reading →

Wanting to be Seen

| Laura Lee Bonde

Yesterday afternoon, I met up with some friends to pray for people downtown. We started from in front of Horton Plaza and followed where the Spirit led us. There were so many amazing stories of what God was doing, but as we were praying for one young man, God told me to write about him.

As we were walking along, one from our group stopped to talk to a man leaning against the wall. I’m not sure if anyone in our group wants to be named, so I’ll leave their names out, but after talking to this young man named Michael, I KNEW God wanted me to write about him, so I asked for his permission, and he said, “Yes.”

[Michael, if you’re reading this, I love you; we all love you; you’re an amazing young man; you’re not just an acquaintance; you’re our friend, so keep in touch; God has amazing plans for you!!] Continue reading →

ONE Love Language

| Laura Lee Bonde

The other day, I was standing in the kitchen, and I had a thought, “What about the ‘5 Love Languages’ concept?'” Right away, I knew it was from God, so I thought the the thought through, and listened. Within moments, I went into the living room to talk with Carolyn. Continue reading →

Reality of Blood

| Laura Lee Bonde

Man, I’m about to be really real with you about some things that I’d rather keep inside, but I feel like God wants me to share, so I won’t hold back from His calling, so here we go.

Recently, I went through a season where I felt invisible to a lot of people. I really wanted people to notice me, acknowledge me, like they were doing to others. Right now, I have tears running down my face because I realize how selfish that was. Life isn’t about who likes me, notices me, or encourages me. Life is about the gospel, all that Jesus was, all that He did, all that He is inside of me, and to think that that other stuff bothered me is embarrassing, but from what I’ve learned this weekend, the place where my heart is right now is a very good place. Continue reading →