Author: Laurel Archer
Dec 23 – Return
My escape fantasy involves a touring bus, equipped with everything needed for the meandering life – no connections, no ongoing responsibilities; just an ever-changing road offering an ever-expanding... Read More
Dec 22 – Arrival
Their arrival surpassed expectations – how could they not change us, as we opened ourselves to new life? Yes, there were surprises. We never anticipated Caleb to be 1 in 68 affected by autism no... Read More
Dec 21 – Questions
Will this, savior-son work with his hands, nailing wood into usefulness? Can a father teach his son to build the New Creation? © 2016 – Laurel Archer and Laurel Pritchard Photo Credit – P... Read More
Dec 20 – Voice
I know a little about speechlessness – about its backstage management, cluttered with props and crowded with the hustle of participants involved in the onstage performance. It’s a tricky languag... Read More
Dec 19 – Longing
In my dreams Emma sometimes speaks, which she can’t. I wake bereft, flooded by the spillover of losses and longings I keep dammed up. I can’t stop my heart. It recedes and reaches – twists int... Read More
Dec 18 – He said
Possibilities in convention “Her name was Mary,” It records. “Greetings, you who are highly favoured!” He regaled. “The Lord is with you, do not be afraid,” He challenged. “You have foun... Read More
Dec 17 – Positioned
Esther becoming queen beautifully positioned to practice the impossible ponder… fear, confusion, and acceptance crowded by expansion remember – breathe Mary © 2016 Laurel Archer and Laure... Read More
Dec 16 – Enough
Trying to be enough, I sometimes crack and crumble into myself. It doesn’t have to make sense; I’m spent, sapped, stripped – not enough. Their needs easily outstrip my resources, but my he... Read More