About Me

I am so glad you dropped by! I hope you’ll let me know you were here. I hope you’ll connect with each other.

And more than anything I hope you’ll become more closely tethered to the truth of God’s word. Life is there.

So, who am I and why did I just start blogging like it’s 2003?

First, let’s establish that it’s good I didn’t start blogging in 2003, back when I knew everything. We all dodged a bullet on that one. I would have given you a list of shoulds. And the world is shoulddy enough.

Second, I’m a little bit old school anyway. I love the smell of newsprint in the morning. I sometimes still shoot 35mm film. I’d rather talk than text, tweet or pin. And I have no idea what all the remote controls in my family room belong to. That’s why teenagers were invented. That’s the only reason teenagers were invented.

Kidding! I love teenagers. I practically collect them. I am a discipleship group leader for high school girls at Grace Community Church in Tempe, Arizona. I am mom to my own 17-year-old Man Cub, who is funny, smart, reconciliatory, and the best story I have ever written.

And that brings me to writing. After my husband Greg – who still chooses me even though he’s seen me at my most scared, hurting, and broken – writing is my life’s great love. From breaking news and features to corporate marketing and travel writing, I’ve been writing professionally in one way or another for 25 years. It’s time for a re-brand. My re-brand. Instead of pointing people to service lines, it’s time to point people toward a Savior so intimate that He’d leave 99 to get to one. To get to you.

Some of you have been walking with Jesus for 20 years and others for 20 minutes. Others have 20 reasons why the whole Jesus thing doesn’t really work for you. Come in. Nose around. This is not a showroom, it’s an assembly line.

I love people’s stories of courage and faith and forward motion. I’d love to hear yours, so if you have time, drop me a line. In the meantime, I hope you find something on my site that fits like a good pair of jeans. But not mom jeans. Those are so 2003.

Laurie Davies