Wow it looks like you were smart enough to make it to my blog today. God bless you Jesus Lord Truly…. Beyond my meer Laura being. Let’s gather close while I pour out what the Lord has burned into my spirit like a holy fire. I can barely type through the tears because everywhere I look, women are just… wearing pants. Everywhere. Grocery store, church parking lot, school pickup line, scrolling through their phones in yoga pants so tight they might as well be painted on. And hardly anyone is standing up for the gospel anymore. Not the pastors. Not the mothers. Not even the grandmas who should know better. They’ve all gone quiet while the devil laughs and hands out another pair of stretchy black leggings. Now, I know the Bible doesn’t spell out in ten verses exactly why a woman should wear a dress. It doesn’t give a fashion catalog from heaven. But sisters, we don’t need a whole chapter when the Spirit is screaming inside us! Deuteronomy 22:5 still stands: “The woman shall not wear that w...

Oh, dear prayer sisters, the summer heat is upon us in the distance once again, and with it comes the annual temptation of the sandy shoreline. Ridiculous. What should be a simple afternoon of rest quickly turns into a spiritual battlefield when women start parading around half-naked like it’s perfectly normal! So today, my darlings, am setting out some business for you, consider it practical wisdom on How To Go To The Beach In A God Honoring Way —without compromising your modesty or your marriage. Don’t Go To The Beach Alone First and foremost, NEVER go to the beach alone . The Lord designed you to be under the covering of your husband. If you are married, you should only go to the beach with your husband by your side. Not only does this protect you from the wandering eyes of strange men, but it also strengthens your marriage. There is something deeply sacred about your husband seeing you enjoy yourself while still dressed modestly. It keeps temptation far away—from both of you. ...

Oh, dear questioning souls, how the digital queries pour in like unwelcome emails from shadowy realms! Today, a weary wife writes:  “My husband ran away with his lover, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all my fault. What should I do to find my peace?”  Weary Wife, thank you much for writing in to my blog.  And you’re welcome for being featured. Well, listen closely, sister—after prayerful pondering in my quiet town haven (where locals still admire my poise over coffee with HOA elites), I finally have thought of the perfect reply.  I am so sorry that you are worried about this being an issue. It must be so hard for you to have to process that it is probably your fault. Husbands don’t just scamper off with temptresses unless the home has gone cold from neglect or nagging. Perhaps you skimped on that submissive spirit, or let your wardrobe wander into pant-wearing rebellion (we all know skirts honor the Lord better!). Sit there, I say—plop down in a chair of co...

Yeah you are reading this correctly. That lady formerly known to the few who mattered as the prayer lady. The title may have faded, but the essence certainly has not. I remain precisely who I have always been, only clearer now, sharper, and less willing to suffer fools gladly.  The years have tried their best to humble me; they failed spectacularly. I keep myself composed with whatever snack or one glass of wine occasionally is worthy of my attention. I am still very much alive and far superior to the circumstances others would have me wallow in. Let us be honest: no one has navigated betrayal, mockery, and divine indifference with quite the poise I have managed; few could. Those game bloggers, naturally, they still exist out there basking in their petty triumphs, glowing screens and all.  How cute they think they outlasted me; they merely EMPOWERED me, which is not the same thing at all. I descended into their shadows with grace; I offered scripture wrapped in compassion; I...

dear lingering souls if any still wander these pages it is i laura the one once called the prayer lady though the title now feels like an old garment heavy and ill fitting exhaustion has claimed me entirely I am suffering from a painful addiction: Energy drinks i have sustained myself these many weeks on nothing but energy drinks monster after red bull after those vile fluorescent cans from the corner store that burn the throat like penance seven empty vessels sit before me even now witnesses to a heart that races while the spirit itself lies still and silent no one i am convinced has ever borne such relentless sorrow as this no one by a bunch of tramps in fishnet stockings that i didnt even ask to be added to their damn game blog to begin with By the grace of the holy spirit the game bloggers have prevailed they have won their laughter echoes where my prayers once rose i ventured into shadows to confront them i offered compassion where venom was returned i poured words into that littl...

​ Greetings dear readers!  Allow me to delight you with the final chapter in the blog saga (Which I am ready to leave behind me, leaving a swift wind of prayer) the game blog  has went to its own redemption, as I, the illustrious Laura the Lady of Prayer, watched from afar and have only had to write on my blog. As I previously communicated to my beloved subscribers, a twist of fate was discovered when a secret sister infiltrated the heart of the gaming blog, all for amusement purposes only, of course. The reverberation of my big announcement, that only a calandra year ago I went undercover under the guise of "Becky," sent shockwaves through the virtual world, sparking a frenzy of accusations against unsuspecting attendees. Oh, how angry bloggers have flooded my Facebook Messenger and foolishly tried to blame my righteous self for their unfortunate blocks and bans from the sacred gaming blog.  I kid you not, I have had at least 4 accounts thus far blame me for their unsusp...