manifesto of the unmarried homemaker – a poem

manifesto of the unmarried homemaker – a poem

Hello, friends!

I was digging through my Notes app (as one does) and ran across this poem from over two years ago.

I thought I’d share.โœจ

eleven minutes past midnight, my legs are restless for

a mad dash down a winding road,

and I just want to be home…

to curl up in a familiar bed

and know these weary bones can curl

beneath a quilt of home.

my soul stirs, too,

with my cramped and aching muscles,

and I want this journey down a winding road

to lead me safely home…

to curl for the first time in familiar Arms

that hold a depth of home I’ll never fully grasp

till then.

h o m e . . .

it’s a quiet word, unassuming, and yet

it holds the deepest

hopes and dreams of this stumbling soul.

in the scarred flesh and blood of me,

the call of home stirs…

a desire to be the smile

at the end of a man’s long day of honest work

and the refuge and sustainer of a tribe of growing souls.

something in me whispers

this is the life for which you were made,

but wisdom whispers louder visions

of sagging skin and graying hair and

I know

that even dream days fly on dying wings.

and so He teaches me to long for something greater…

to let home mean more

than a picture-perfect vision,

for home is

forgiveness in pain-shot eyes,

plans rearranged so hearts can be realigned,

and whispers of I’m here for you

in the midst of the madding crowd.

it’s a sturdy way of loving

blood and stranger just the same,

and it grows as well in hearts as it does in houses.

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God is not giving you breadcrumbs. (a poem and a link to an old post)

God is not giving you breadcrumbs. (a poem and a link to an old post)

You are not a Father who

pats His children on the head and

asks them to love breadcrumbs

as their playfellows feast sumptuously

at a table weighed down.

You are the Father who,

as the rest of the children run

helter-skelter after the ice cream truck,

taps us on the shoulder

with a finger to Your smiling lips

and whispers, “how about something even better?”

What is it about unanswered prayers that makes us believe God is holding out on us?

Somehow, though we have seen His faithfulness and sovereignty time and again, we need reminders of those sightings time and again. As I tend to write to preach to my own heart, I thought I’d share with this poem an old post that resonated with me again today and pairs nicely with this poem…in my opinion, at least. ๐Ÿ™‚

a rambling post on time and hurt and promises (perhaps with a couple of poems) โ€“ Laurel Luehmann

The Lord is so wise and kind…may we learn to love His heart and will more deeply day by day!

Stay the course!

<3 Laurel

Photo by Jakub ลปerdzicki on Unsplash

of radios, hearing, and singing harmony – a nameless poem

I wonder if, sometimes, when You speak,

all You hear is Your voice echoing off the shards of

a broken world that is plugging its ears,

or at least has the radio of its self-importance

cranked so high that

it cannot catch Your voice.

what a tragedy, to so deliberately drown

the voice of the Almighty with my own!

so open my ears to

Your voice, Your laughter, Your love songs.

catch my attention with

the things that make Your own heart beat faster.

when You speak, I want to settle at Your feet

or scramble to keep in step with You,

yanking off my stocking cap

to be sure I can catch every word.

when You laugh, I want to laugh with You,

letting my eyes follow Yours to see the joy

and abundance of gladness You see in these days.

when You sing, I want to stop my ears

to every note of wickedness so I can catch

the sweet song of Your Church living in harmony,

with each other and with Your Spirit.

I do not want to come to the end of my days to find

that, enthralled by the sound of my own voice,

I lived in dissonance with the song of the Creator.

each and every one of my days

I want to lace my life beneath Your melody

as a pleasing harmony,

drawing attention not to my own skill but

to the beauty of Your arrangement.

make me a willing musician in Your courts

forever and a day.

Rich because…

Look at me, jumping on a trend for once. But I felt like waxing poetic, and this prompt was just the thing. I would be so glad if you’d use it as a springboard/inspiration to make your own list! <3


I am rich…

because the November sun makes the edge of gray skies glow pink and lavender as it comes and goes // because I drink root beer and read poetry with my grandma // because mochas are a thing // because all the music I could dream of is at my fingertips // because my parents and siblings are so close, to my home and to my heart // because I have room for an ever-swelling book collection // because I can sing myself hoarse in corporate worship without fear // because my tomorrows are held firmly in the hands of a loving, sovereign God // because long-distance friendships work // because hours fly by with the dearest of friends // because candles and twinkle lights and fireplaces exist // because my aging car has stellar speakers // because there are โ€œgood morningโ€ and โ€œdrive safeโ€ texts // because brokenness is not the end of the story // because God said โ€œnoโ€ and โ€œnot yetโ€ more times than I can count // because He is writing a story much longer and deeper and more glorious than what I can see // because I have so many memories behind and an eternity with Christ before me //

…thank You, Jesus.

a poem on normalcy

Hello, friends!โœจ

I wrote a poem earlier this month that I thought I’d share here. It’s a reminder I need often! What a gift it is to walk with a sovereign God through “ordinary” days.


may I not, O Lord,

despise these hidden days…

the years stretched long with normalcy,

the months framed by the mundane.

may I never, sore impatient, kick aside

the purpose You’ve disguised in disillusion,

or rush ahead of shabby Providence.

pull me ever closer, Love,

till my racing heartbeat slows

to match the steady, loving pulse of the Divine.

a new poem for August…at last!!

Hello, friends!

I haven’t shared a poem on the blog in…a very long time. Let’s change that today, shall we? I’ve come to find that I love referencing seasons and months in my poetry, and this poem reflects that. I hope it can be an encouragement to you.๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ

August…

even its name on my tongue

feels like an exhale of lifted weight…

we made it.

hot, sticky mornings are s l o w l y giving way

to dawns that call for hoodies

as sunlight smiles golden through tasseled corn,

heralding harvest.

the best is yet to come…

the wait will soon be over.

we will soon sink our teeth into

crisp, sweet kernels, and

wipe the gift of butter from our chins

and exclaim in delight over the firstfruits.

we will savor

sweetness forged in the heat of summer,

and that, I believe,

is a foretaste of heaven.

Beauty Even Here: the book cover and the blurb

Hello, friends!!

Just a little update for you…๐Ÿคญ

open my eyes so that I may see

the beauty Youโ€™ve unfurled before me!

Beauty Even Here records a weariness familiar to many: one of aching restlessness on a stretch of unwanted road. But often it is that road, running through the depths of our grief and near despair, that can lead us to catch clearer glimpses of Godโ€™s goodness in our waiting, His steadfast love in the midst of our suffering, and the glimmers of hope He tucks in the cracks of our shattered dreams and expectations.

Laced with nature imagery and alternating between cadenced pieces and freestyle poetry, this cathartic collection is for the weary Christian, and seeks to offer a fresh yet deeply honest way of seeing our seasons of prolonged pain for what they are: an opportunity to long deeper still for another world, and to see more clearly the heart and love of Christ.

โœจComing August 26th, 2025โœจ

I can’t wait to share this collection with you!! Preorders will be opening soon, so stay tuned.๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ

a new poetry book is on the way!

a new poetry book is on the way!

I announced this in my newsletter and on Instagram, but neglected to share it here on the blog…

The next poetry collection is coming this summer!

Beauty Even Here has been in the works for a couple of years now, and it’s finally looking like it’ll be ripe soon.๐Ÿ˜‰

After spending some time with beta readers, it’s headed into another round of edits, and it’s on track to be in your hands on August 26th.

I’ll share a cover reveal and a blurb one of these days, but for now, that’s all! I just wanted to keep you in the loop.

<3 Laurel

homeward bound – a poem

homeward bound – a poem

Hello friends!

I was flipping through a book of my handwritten poetry the other day and found this poem I wrote a few years ago. It’s just a little thing without a ton of meaning, but I like it, anyway. If you’re familiar with the song “Homeward Bound” it might mean a bit more to you.๐Ÿคญ

you didn’t bind me to the pasture,

never chained me to the plow.

you set me free to find my calling…

I returned, for I bleed rain,

the wind is in my heart and soul, and

I am restless till I’m working,

my feet rooted in this ground.

you set me free to find my calling…

I returned to you somehow.

May memories – 2024

May memories – 2024

Goodness sakes…what a month! Buckle up, friends, because this isn’t going to be a short post. XD

We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and our blessings in sand.

Charles Spurgeon

Things worth remembering…

  • finding a bunny while mowing
  • rain…rain…more rain…
  • jamming with music friends, VeggieTales and Springsteen
  • feeling ridiculously proud of my brother and his student address at his commencement ceremony
  • spending a week in Tennessee with old and new friends
  • sharing tears and laughter with this dear friend who always points through the dark to Jesus
  • spotting one of my music heroes in downtown Franklin
  • finally visiting the Rabbit Room
  • windows-down car rides + music swaps
  • Livy and Kiana’s performance of “Santa Fe” when the WiFi was being cantankerous
  • seeing one of my friends get married off
  • tornado warnings and music practice with no electricity (RIP, keyboard and bass guitar)
  • the first songwriting session
  • The Noodle Redemption
  • riding in the tractor with a brother

I realized that I was immortal till my Master’s work was done. – John Patton

What I’ve been reading…

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader – C.S. Lewis

“Am I to understand,” said Reepicheep to Lucy after a long stare at Eustace, “that this singularly discourteous person is under your Majesty’s protection? Because, if not–“

My heart has needed a return to Narnia. <3

Adorning the Dark – Andrew Peterson

Sometimes you start with nothing and hope it all works out. Not sometimesโ€”every time. All you really have is your willingness to fail, coupled with the mountain of evidence that the Maker has never left nor forsaken you.

I started a reread of this on the plane to Tennessee. Andrew Peterson’s appreciation of and hunger for hope and beauty is catching.

future flowers, whispered war-cries – Hosanna Emily

i may wake to morning stars or thick darkness yet, but maybe – hope against hope – it’ll be Day. soon, He promises, and that’s enough.

Hosanna and I did a book swap in Tennessee, and I’m savoring the journey through this chunky book of hope-laced poems. Hosanna has a passion for Jesus and His coming that is contagious, and she articulates her heart so well in this poetry collection!

A Light in the Window – Jan Karon

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Everything and nothing. What you did today, what I did today, what we’ll do tomorrow. About God and how He’s working in our lives. About my work, about your work, about life, about love, about what’s for dinner and how the roses are doing – do they have black spot or beetles…”

So far, I’m loving the second book in the Mitford series even more than the first! It feels softer, cozier, even more full of warmth and gentle healing.

Holy Hygge – Jamie Erickson

Even when we’re only given fleeting seconds of connection, we almost always have the opportunity to share the touch of Christ, if not in our actions, certainly in our reactions.

I’m still savoring this book!

Through Him we have received grace and apostleship for obedience to the faith among all nations for His name…

Romans 1:5

From the journal…

Oh, God! Get it through this hard head of mine that nothing shall be impossible for You, and that You have not left the business of redemption. Open my eyes to see the chariots of fire. Open my heart to wait on You and You alone for provision…there is joy set before me…and so I can endure.

Help me, Lord, as I walk the rim of the darkness, staggering towards the light and holding it in my heart. Thank You for this time of grace…this opportunity to stand firm in the darkness and hold high my torch. You are so good…always, even when the world continues to fall apart around me.

Thank You, Jesus, that You are sovereign, and that Your kingdom shall reign over all the earth.

Instead of seeing every bad thing as a failure of God’s goodness, why don’t I see every good thing as His grace?

Let me not be defined by what I lack. I am not a dry tree. I am planted by Your river.

Liz Snell

What are you taking away from this May?

Stay the course!

<3 Laurel

Scripture taken from the New King James Versionยฎ. Copyright ยฉ 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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