Archives for the month of: March, 2009

I’m blown away that the class is already full and we are still a month away!  Thanks for your support ladies!  Some of you I know deeply, and others not at all.  I look forward to a wonderful time of community and creativity!  Pray for good weather because we’re doing it outside!

I’m so looking forward to our time together.  I’ll be sending out details on the location when we get closer!






Come on out to Walden in East Nashville for another fabulous Artisan Market!  Coffee from Ugly Mugs.  Smoothies from Fresh Blends.  Art from amazing local artists, including yours truly.

 I did not intend on doing it.  But as soon as I was done and looked at it, I knew. 



My art is up at Ugly Mugs in East Nashville (1886 Eastland Ave.) for the rest of the  month.  We are ending the last weekend of this month with another Walden Artisan Market!   Not only is this coffee shop where I spend most of my free time, but it is owned by the sweetest family –  Jarod, Courtney, and precious Liam.  So head on over to Ugly Mugs sometime here in March, buy a cup of coffee, and maybe buy some art!

I had another creatively divine day.  The divine appointments were happening faster than I could stop and give thanks for.  First I met an elderly greek woman named Meribeth.  (I made sure to tell you she was Greek because she made sure to tell me)  She was wearing a winter coat (mind you it was 75 degrees outside) and pushing a cart of groceries up a rather steep hill.  I pulled the car over and asked her if I could push her cart for her.  We were definitely a sight for sore eyes.  I was in a dress and heels taller than any woman would ever wear just for fun, and she was dressed for the Indiana blizzard of ’84.  Our conversation was short, but sweet.  She reminded me of my grandmother Majeska who died this past year.    

Not even five minutes after leaving her house I saw an elderly man (also strangely dressed for winter) carrying some groceries up another hill in a different direction.  I pulled over and asked if he needed a ride.  After he got over the inital shock of thinking a 25 year old girl was trying to pick him up, he got in willingly.  We traveled only 2 blocks to his house, but they were uphill blocks.  I asked his name to which he said, “I kid you  not, but my name is George Bushland.”  We got a good laugh about that and then he proceeded to say how warm it was.  I hinted that the scarf and heavy leather jacket, not to mention carrying groceries up a hill in the heat of the day, might have something to do with it.

Next my dear friend Sarah, who is actually more of my sister, called and we were planning on going out to eat but had to stop by Vanderbilt Childrens Hospital first to visit a friend of hers.  Upon arrival I promptly fell in love with a little 7 month old boy named Caleb.  He had brain surgery the day before and his sweet little eyes were completely swollen shut.  He squeezed my finger as I sang to him.  So precious.

Over some delicious Indian food, Sarah and I discussed some of my plans while I’m in India.  There is so much to be done, so much to plan for.  It excites me more than anyone can possibly imagine.  So much so that I’m actually thinking faster than I can type (which is strange for those who know me…I did win the fastest typer award in highschool.:).  

And just when I thought my day could not have been filled more with God sized fingerprints, a lady bug just landed on my keyboard.  The significance of this is beyond words to me.  My first answered prayer in my life was about a ladybug.  I was 4 and playing outside with my new best friend…Miss. Ladybug, when my parents called me in for dinner.  I cried, and cried, and cried some more because my parents would not let me bring my new friend inside.  My dad came out and we put Miss. Ladybug on the grass in a spot where I was sure I’d be able to find her again after dinner.  Well my dad asked if I would want to pray before the meal.  I sure did..”Lord please let me see Miss. Ladybug again.”  I kid you not, the second my family said Amen and we looked up, Miss, Ladybug dropped out of the sky and onto my dinner plate.  (For all you skeptics out there, yes it was indeed her.  I forget the details now, but she had an odd number of spots or lack thereof, so she was recognizable..)  My parents still speak of that day.  It has forever formed my childlike belief that God does answer prayer.

I’ve been praying about how to be more like Jesus.  It’s almost as if I heard God audibly say, you must first learn to see Jesus.  When I saw Meribeth walking, I saw Jesus.  When I saw George Bushland carrying his groceries, I saw Jesus.  When I saw Caleb, I saw Jesus.  When I saw Sarah, I saw Jesus.  When I saw the long lost ancestor of Miss. Ladybug, I saw Jesus.  

So I’m thankful today for God, who gives divine moments like these to all.  I’m thankful for Meribeth for reminding me of my precious grandmother.  I’m thankful for George Bushland for laughter with a stranger.  I’m thankful for Caleb and his precious little fingers.  I’m thankful for Sarah and her mutual love of Indian food.  I’m thankful for ladybugs, answered prayer, and eyes that can see.  

dsc02886Street in Hyderabad, India where I will be soon!


Everything in my world seems to be moving me in the same direction.  As if some Great Wind had it’s divine hand on me.  I’ve been reading “The Irresistible Revolution” by Shane Claiborne.  It has been validating my feelings of the church, Jesus, and social justice.  These issues are not separate, but one in the same.  You cannot have one without the other and yet we (we as in the Capital C Church) have polarized them.  

Tonight I had the honor of attending the live viewing and panel discussion of A Powerful Noise.  International Womens Day is coming up on the 8th and there is no better time globally to address the power of women to fight against poverty. 

The documentary was amazing. It followed 3 women who are working within their own communities to fight against poverty.  Here is an excerpt from their website:   “Hanh is an HIV-positive widow in Vietnam. Nada, a survivor of the Bosnian war. And Jacqueline works the slums of Bamako, Mali. Three very different lives. Three vastly different worlds. But they share something in common: Power. These women are each overcoming gender barriers to rise up and claim a voice in their societies. Through their empowerment and ability to empower others, Hanh, Nada and Jacqueline are sparking remarkable changes. Fighting AIDS. Rebuilding communities. Educating girls.”

The thing I loved most about this evening was that not only were we moved emotionally by seeing the film, but the panel discussion afterward followed with amazing practical ways that we can get involved in the empowerment of women.  One of the root causes of poverty is the continual exclusion of women in today’s economic, and political worlds.  

Just tonight I met Kathy, the founder of a local organization that teaches practical life skills to women about to get out of prison.  Two days ago when I was sitting in Ugly Mugs, I met a woman who works for World Vision.  These may seem small and random to most of you, but to me they are divine appointments that are telling me “Yes Laura, you are on the right path.  Keep walking, I’ll see you at the next checkpoint.”  Frederick Buechner, one the most influential Christian writers of our time (I think God made him and C.S. Lewis on the same day.  Anyway…)  speaks of these moments as the divine reaching into our  mortal world and saying “Well done, good and faithful servant.  You found me.  Now keep following that Great Wind and I’ll meet you at our next rest stop on the road of the righteous.”  (Okay I totally paraphrased..but it’s the same thing)

Most of you don’t know this, but about three weeks ago I made the decision to move to India.  I’ll be going at the end of this year and staying for 6 months.  I consider this my preliminary six months though, sort of scouting things out to potentially move their full time.  My entire life has been leading to this moment.  And, since I made the decision, my divine appointment checkpoints have only been confirming it.  

I’ll keep you all updated on my plans as they unfold.  For now, I ask for your prayers.  And beyond that, I ask for you to get involved in the war against poverty in whatever way the Great Wind is leading you.