becoming love

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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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 →

Claiming Ground

| Laura Lee Bonde

You know, normally, I don’t “make” my kids go to anything at church, but when I heard Dan Mohler was going to be in town, I told Carolyn, “You’re going!” She saw the look in my eyes and said, “Okay,” so last night I took her to hear Dan for the very first time, and she’ll never be the same.

Even without hearing him, she’s been learning his teaching over the past year by listening and watching how I live my life. A little over a year ago, I began watching Dan’s fifty-one day teaching on YouTube, and it has taught me how to become love. Continue reading →

When God Writes

| Laura Lee Bonde

The other day, I read one of my poems to Lee, and it made me cry. I told him, “I WROTE this, and it’s making me cry!” It blew me away, but that has happened in the past. I’ll be proofreading and will cry, laugh, etc. It’s funny. But the other day, I was sharing this with someone, and their response wasn’t so funny.

After telling this person how the poem made me cry, he said, “That’s because God wrote it.” That’s a common response, and I don’t agree with it. Continue reading →