My name is Laura. I am on a spiritual journey and I hope you’ll join me.

My greatest desire is to pursue a meaningful life through deep reflection, authentic relationships, and time seeking the Spirit. I like to write down my thoughts and prayers which usually center around God’s all encompassing love for everyone. I also love creating and singing music that has language which points me to the Spirit’s love. My purpose is to be in a genuine relationship with God and those around me. Worship Leader @mosaicfumc at First United Methodist Church of Denton, TX.

Beating Heart: A Gratitude Meditation

Beating Heart: A Gratitude Meditation


I want you to put your hand on your heart. No, I’m not going to make you say the pledge of allegiance or anything like that. I want you to actually take a second to breath. In and out, and as you breathe, I want you to feel your heart. 

Feel it beating, 

Feel your chest rising and falling as you breathe. 

And be thankful. 

Your heart is beating. It’s a reminder that you woke up this morning, that the sun came up, and that you were able to get out of bed. You are alive. You are blessed. We all have illnesses and ailments, some worst than others. We are organic creatures. Our bodies fail us and they age. None of us know how much longer we have on this earth but right now, we can thank God because we are here. In this moment. In the presence of the Spirit. With our hearts beating. 

What are you grateful for today? 

For whom does your heart beat?


What love is this, God, that you gave Your son and that he in turn decided to give his life so that we could have your unending grace? Your son’s heart stopped beating so that we weren’t separated from you. Because of his love and your grace, we can know the Spirit that breathed life into us. 

So, here’s my heart, God of grace, take and seal it. Come, Spirit of all my blessings, and let me tune my heart so that I can sing of your grace. In this place. In this space. In this heart. In this life we can sing to you, our Savior and Provider, for as many days as you give us.


Photo by Jon Tyson 

Jesu Te Ama, my child.

Jesu Te Ama, my child.