Moving Out, Moving On, Moving Up Part 3


Today God showed up again.

He always does exactly when I need him to.

The morning started beautifully in worship, prayer, and reading the Bible. We received a response to an inquiry on a rental place with the same words we’ve heard over and over.

“I already have numerous applications on that one, but I have another one available in two or three months. When do you need to move in?”

“Yesterday. LOL” I texted back.

But, no worries. God knows. This is no surprise to him. Carry on.

We worked on hours of compliance requirements for our business. Prayed some more, and then went to go get a box of my books out of storage since someone wanted to purchase my new series.

No problem I thought.

I was wrong. Big problem.

Simply being at the storage unit, seeing the mess of our remaining belongings, and searching for the elusive box triggered those frantic days of moving three and a half months ago. The uncertainty and exhaustion, the sorrow, grief and confusion. It all came rushing back.

I paced the hall while Brendan replaced the things he’d moved to search for my books. And then I remembered that the last time I was at the storage unit, that overwhelming day of despair, was also the day God did a miracle. He healed my broken foot.

It happened like this:

Brendan and I had the final load to put into the unit. The clock was ticking and time running out. The truck needed to be returned in five minutes, and we still had the largest piece of furniture to unload. Our bed frame is a solid wood, canopy bed with four-inch square posts attached to a substantial headboard. Our very strong son and Brendan could just manage it, but our son was at school so that left Brendan and me alone to navigate this extremely heavy piece.

I’ve mentioned my limitations. Something like rheumatoid arthritis has rendered the joints in my hands and wrists barely moveable – I can’t even drive – so lifting and maneuvering the bed with Brendan seemed impossible.

Somehow, we managed to figure out a way to position it on our dolly. It was a great plan.

Except for the fact that we didn’t realize the space it would rest on the dolly had precisely the same opening as the post. We slid it over, dropped it in place and it slipped through all the way to the ground.

On top of my foot.

Excruciating barely describes the pain that shot through my leg. I screamed. Brendan probably swore – I’m pretty sure I did. I knew my foot was broken. Fumbling to get it off my foot first, and then out of the way, we both cried.

But we had no options except to push forward and get the thing moved.

Gritting my teeth and praying for help, we muscled it into an open space. We watched a massive lump develop on my foot, but I told Brendan to go take the truck back. I would continue to move things the best I could.

He left reluctantly. I limped, dragging my broken foot as I loaded the cart to take things up to the second floor. Trip after trip, I cried and prayed, stating that Jesus is my healer and I would not let this injury be the final word of a terrible day.

That same incredible, Jesus-example friend I mentioned in a previous post, picked Brendan up from the truck rental place and brought him back to storage to get me. Our son arrived to help Brendan.

I decided not to go to ER, even though our friend insisted I probably should. I had faith that God was healing it.

“Let’s just wait and ice my foot,” I said to my friend.

Within an hour, the swelling receded, and I could move my toes again. Soon after that, I could put weight on it. A purple bruise spread across my foot, but faded quickly to yellow over the next few days.

I realize that without an x-ray, there’s no medical proof that my foot was broken and healed. But the evidence based on the weight of the bed, the pain and immobility, and the way the bruise spread and dissipated so quickly, indicated a miracle to us.

Today, I needed that reminder at our storage unit.

And as if that wasn’t enough, when we went to pick up our mail afterwards, we opened a letter from our previous mortgage company to find a check. A refund. Really?

God paid our house off, gave us money, and now was sending us another unexpected check?

Tonight, as I write this, I’m freshly reminded of the goodness of God. Even in the telling, there is a refreshing revelation that he has our back. He sees our pain. God knows exactly what we need when we need it.

I might think I need a home, but what I really need is that sweet grace of Jesus.

To be continued…

What Are Your Small Things?


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A number of years ago, I was walking one evening with some friends, when the husband stopped suddenly and bent down to pick something up off the pavement.

He handed me a penny and said,

“Laura, God cares about the small things.”

Those words came at a time in my life when I struggled to believe that God even saw me in my distress, let alone cared about many of the little places that seemed like they would be insignificant to God even though they were huge and overwhelming to me.

But even the fact that my friend offered those words and that seemingly worthless penny, showed me in the moment that God did see and he did care.

I’ve never forgotten that evening nearly two decades ago.

When my husband and I married, I shared the story one day while we were out walking. I handed him a penny I saw on the sidewalk and since then we’ve been picking up pennies. We now have quite a collection.

The best part is not the pennies, but the places we find them.

It seems that at every significant juncture in our life, God shows one of us a penny. In the parking lot at a conference, on the street by a new house, during an anniversary trip, after a job loss–all the places that hold some meaning or distress yield a penny.

God’s little reminders that he’s in everything.

It’s good to remember that God thinks about us and cares about the small stuff. (That’s probably why we don’t have to sweat it.) He says the hairs on our head are numbered. I don’t know about you, but a strand of hair is pretty small, especially for some of us.

You see, as my friends shared, the Bible says,

“Who dares despise the day of small things…?”  Zechariah 4:10

So today, what are your small things?

What are the places that you think are insignificant to God, but weigh on your heart? What’s some little thing that you are thinking about? What might God show you or do for you to say,

“I see you. I love you. I care about the small things.”

If you keep your eyes open, you’ll see it.

Maybe it will be a penny when you least expect it, but need it most.

What Involves Change, Boxes and a Notice at the Post Office?


We’ve all done it.

It’s a given at some point in each person’s life.

This past year, my husband, Brendan, and our two youngest kids did it. It’s not usually fun. Never easy, and requires many hours of back breaking work. Even with professionals.

I’m sure by now you’ve solved the simple riddle. The answer?

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But I’m not talking about my physical location, I’m talking about my blog.

Laura’s Confessions is packing it up and heading out the door.

You know how sometimes you just need a change? Or maybe you’ve outgrown your place? Perhaps you have some issues with your landlord…

Well, the time has come.

Due to a variety of reasons (some listed above), Laura’s Confessions will take up permanent residence on Laura’s website, laurabennet.com, starting July 1st! I’m pretty excited about my new location.

For the past 4 years, WordPress has been my home, and I’ve really enjoyed it. But last year, I began an author website and have been feeling a little torn between trying to keep both entities up and running. Then WordPress began making some changes. While, I’m certain most bloggers here love the new format and find navigation absolutely wonderful, for me it’s created more of a challenge to post and respond to my followers.

I feel awful for those of you who have fallen through the cybercracks!

So since my contracted time is coming to an end (like a lease), I’ve decided now is the time to make the break.

I realize I will lose some friends with my move.

It makes me sad, but it can’t be helped. Just as I miss my family and friends in my last physical location, there are those with whom I will only be able to keep touch through Facebook.

But isn’t it great that you can still follow me there and on my new blog?

Simply look for me at laurabennet.com and you can keep in touch, follow my blog AND have access to my books as well. And if you sign up with your email, you’ll get a free gift and quarterly newsletters!

You can’t beat that.

It’s sad, I know. But I hope to see many of you still following Laura’s Confessions on my website. And I have some new confessions too. Like about how I’m dealing with mold sickness, what I’m learning about essential oils and how I’m implementing a healthier lifestyle for my family.

It’s all good.

Hope to see you soon!

More Than Words on a Page


I recently marked my third year anniversary of blogging.

Originally I began blogging to build a platform as recommended by agents and publishers in order to help facilitate an audience for the book I had been writing. And yes, I published the book, finished another and have more in progress. But the best part of blogging has been the people I’ve “met.”

Relationships make life worth living.

From the deeply intimate ones I enjoy with Jesus, my husband and children to the casual liked-your-post types, they all add so much to my life. Every week I’m challenged, encouraged, or uplifted by laughter not only because of my dear family and friends, but also through you, my readers and fellow writers.

I thought I’d take a jaunt down my blogging memory lane and provide some of my newer friends with the links of my fondest posts and those readers found helpful.

Mostly, I pray that whatever I write will point people to Jesus.

 Here’s the Top Ten:

 Did You REALLY Meet Online? About Us

A Shout Out

Is Online Dating Gaining Popularity?

The Emptiness of Sexual Encounters

What I’m Learning From My Illness

Miracles Do Happen

What is Intimacy?

Getting Well Series – How Do You Rebuild Your Life?

Online Dating…An Obsession?

IT’S FINALLY HERE!

Hope you enjoy!

Backtracking…


I realize it’s romantic and all meeting someone online, falling head over heels in love and whisking away to the other side of the world for weeks in paradise. Our situation has had romance written all over it and whenever we face struggles, it’s been a great reminder that God did not orchestrate this whole elaborate affair without a positive plan in mind.

Still, when I look back at all the things we waded through during our courtship from afar–and here I confess to a picture in my mind of Humphrey Bogart dragging the African Queen through the sludgy, leech-infested, vine-draped water–I’m stunned. It almost feels as if I’m looking back at someone else’s life because I have no idea how we managed to get through it. The obvious answer, at least to us, is that God made it all work in incredible ways by a preconceived plan that we knew nothing about until it actually played out. Thank God we didn’t know ahead of time!

Based on that premise, I find it helpful, encouraging and faith building to replay the events every so often. So this is where I backtrack from the illustrious Christmas proposal and list some of the complications we faced in long distance dating and marriage preparation.

Let’s talk about jobs. Brendan had been a commercial insurance broker for about 25 years when I met him, and he was pretty much over it by then. We both felt like God had something new for him, and we began discussing his interests and dreams: he loves airplanes and flying; he’s always wanted to go back to school to study aeronautical engineering; he has an unending list of ideas for inventions in his head and in scattered notes on paper; his business idea list is almost as long; fitness is important to him…the tricky part was what could he begin building in Australia to then continue in the states? It’s not like with unemployment the way it has been, our country is aching to bring more people here who need work. Not easy.

Then there was my work. The year I met Brendan, my business partner, Carol and I had been writing a business plan to develop transitional housing for destitute women.  My traveling interrupted our work, and we suddenly found that all our tremendous business plans began to falter a bit as we traveled and planned two weddings. We maintained some of our work, but most slowly ground to a halt, and we had to rethink what we would do as we each got married.

Children. As I’ve pointed out, I had four grown children and Brendan had three still at home. We longed to become one big blended family, but that meant each of them embracing the other as a sibling. If you have any children or even know of any, I’m sure you’ve witnessed first hand that incomprehensible situation called sibling rivalry! Not only that, but my youngest was just twenty-one and headed back to school for another degree; we would be uprooting Brendan’s oldest at the beginning of adolescence; and Brendan would be made an instant grandfather! Can I also add that parenting and step-parenting are NOT the same thing?

Housing. He owned a home in Australia, and I was part owner of a condo here. The condo wasn’t really suitable for our family, and I owned it with housemates so it wasn’t like I could kick them out and say “I’m getting married and we need the house.” That meant we needed to find a house–while he was in Australia, and decide what to do with two house payments. Should we sell? Not an option for me. Buy? Rent? Not impossibilities normally except that we were on two different continents!

Relationships. I met his friends and family in Australia and hated that he would have to leave them all. I hated that I had to say goodbye to them! They graciously accepted me, and I expected mine in the states would do the same with Brendan. Nonetheless, a challenge did exist as Brendan entered into my world of friends. That meant that my friends would become his, but his friends would all be across the world. I also had ex-husbands for Brendan to deal with and even though contact was limited, any time we celebrated a wedding or birthday of one of the grown kids, Brendan would be thrown into that situation. And of course, there’s navigating in-laws. Enough said.

Visas and Immigration. Oh, don’t even get me started…we’ll have to talk about that in another post!

Actually, all of this reflection brings a sense of satisfaction. It reminds me that we have overcome some truly horrendous obstacles that have shaped our relationship’s foundation of strength. It also serves as proof that life is a process, and while at times it can be overwhelming and seem hopelessly impossible to navigate, one step at a time will take us somewhere. For us, with God leading, that somewhere has been good.