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Posts by Laura Holt

Lessons From A Broom

We had only been in Sierra Leone for a few months and were still renting a house on the outskirts of the capital city of Freetown.  I so enjoyed the upper veranda built on the roof of that house.  What a vantage point!  There, with a cup of tea, my Bible, and a journal, I would unobtrusively enter into the daily lives of the people without their knowing.

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Redefining Part II: Saturday

As my knee is deeply aching, I begin to move out of bed and I’m reminded that not just Saturdays but all of my days are going to be very different from what Stephen and I had planned and hoped.  But I’m also reminded that in Christ, they can still be glorious. 

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My Fair Margaret

She wasn’t there for several weeks.  I was sure I’d be able to pick her out from the growing group.  Each week I looked and each time I was disappointed to not see her again.  A couple of times I had caught a glimpse of her while I was in town at the market; she returning the distant gaze before shyly turning away …

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Redefining Part I: Seeing Past the Fog

Indecision remains a terrible lingering fog for me.  It paralyzes me at times as I try to make even the simplest choices . . .  I’m confused.  I’m looking at the clothes but not really; I’m looking somewhere else.

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Lessons from a Haulback

On the dawning of that glorious new day, when Jesus calls me from the far shores of heaven, I can imagine him saying, “Laura, child, have ye any meat?  What have you done for me?  Are you coming to shore empty handed?”

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Still Be My Vision

When the Lord recovered me from the Dengue fever and cerebral malaria, he gave me the firm assurance that he still had work for me to do.  Now I can look back on that assurance with the confidence that, although I may never be much better than I am now, his work is still my vision and he’ll give me the daily strength to fulfill my duty of giving the gospel visually to one of the least literate countries in the world.  I marvel every time I think of it.

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Gentle Voice

Many of my posts are written to show how the Lord uses every-day circumstances to reveal my own weaknesses and deceitfulness of heart.  This is is a story in which the “scum of my heart” is brought to the surface (thank you Isobel Kuhn for this wonderful phrase!).  Thankfully, this same incident also allowed the Lord to skillfully skim away that scum and replace it with his own heart of love.

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Joy Cometh in the Morning

. . . I see the light in the eyes of those upon whom understanding is breaking forth.  One day, Father, my heart will cease from its weeping and rejoice when we, together with them, are raised to your glorious harvest home.  The time is short.

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Peace Treaty

At times I’ve felt forgotten, as though I couldn’t find him at all and with the Psalmist I cry out —  
How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? … how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? (Psalm 13:1-2)
My great and bitter enemy? Pain.  Unrelenting, unforgiving, head-to-toe PAIN.

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