New adventures: rambles from a sleepy brain and happy heart.

I am sitting in my parents living room in Jones, OK, and my grandma just said how nice it is to have seen me so much over the last several weeks. I could not agree more! I love getting to see my family more often than every few months, and I really love not having to go to Houston to do so. Oklahoma missed you guys. Kate also got to visit! She’s doing awesome things in her job and life-rocking out like always! And oh, great joy, I got to cuddle my absolutely precious and perfect baby cousin and chat with her beautiful momma! So many happy new things in the last three months!

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I will be hopping (more like sleep walking) onto a plane destined for Malawi, Africa! Well, first D.C., then South Africa, and THEN Malawi…and I won’t be back for two weeks. Say whhhhaaattt? When I bought these tickets, May 31st was about 64 and a half dreams away. Now that it’s down to one more sleep here, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to sleep! I am so excited to see my friend Michael and to visit his home for the last 10ish months. In one of his recent texts, Michael informed Brittney (my friend who is going with me to Malawi) and I that this visit will surely be “such a fun adventures”. I concur. Neither of us, nor he, felt the need to correct the grammar. He’s right. Many little adventures adding into this one big adventure of life!

Earlier this week, my mom and I took a little road trip to Waco in hopes that I would find a place to live this fall. We did! Thank you, Jesus, that we did. Less and less sleeps till that move happens. But we had a such a fun time together, a memory to cherish for sure. She hasn’t ever been to Waco, besides driving through it on the way to Houston, so we drove around a bit to show her the main places I’ll be hanging out at (i.e. Truett, Cameron Park, Commons Grounds). She liked it and is excited for me to live there! Just some more little adventures amassing into the grander adventure.

I am blessed to do life with people who LOVE adventure, but more importantly, love the Creator of adventure. Four of my closest friends are in Europe (I think Slovakia right now), two are in Peru, one is at New Life Ranch, two are off to Falls Creek for two weeks, and many more are spread out over OK for their summer dealings. Summer. Just the word sounds of adventure! All of these friends are doing Kingdom work in each country/continent/community mentioned. I am beyond proud of them, and just as much excited to see them again at the end of the summer!

But for now, we keep on adventuring!

Thank you, Jesus, for these opportunities. May we see your heart in each community, incarnate your love, and bring your kingdom. Amen.


Rest Retreat 2012 to 2015; my spiritual calendar beginner and ender.

Want to hear something ironic? I like to hike and camp and get as little sleep as possibe in my hammock, surrounded by 15 to 20 other people and giant raccoons in the Wichita Mountains mountains for “rest”. But honestly, I love it so much! Joey started the Rest Retreat in 2012 to be a sort of detox from school for the university students. That was my first event with the University Ministry of FBC Norman. Every year since then, the Rest Retreat has been the mark on my calendar for something significant ending or about to happen in my life.

2012-The first year


I had just finished my junior year of college and was about to spend the whole summer in China serving in missions. My best friend Kaitlin asked me to go with her on this camping trip with her University Ministry, since she had never really been camping before and knew how much I loved it. I cannot tell you how thankful I am that she asked me, and that I went! We stayed at the Doris Campgroud, site C, in tents. I think there were only two people who slept in a hammock that year. We took a hike up Mt. Baldy to watch the sun set and have some quiet time with the One who created it. I got to reflect on all that God had been doing in my life that year, and spiritual prepare for the journey he was about to take me on overseas. It was amazing and refreshing. The second day, we took another little silent hike to the Narrows, right by a peaceful creek. This silent hike was designed to make it feel like we were hiking alone. We would send one student after another down the trail, sort of staggered so that we weren’t all bunched up together. I loved doing that! I was able to notice things on the trail that I may not have noticed with a bunch of people walking around me. I heard what I may not have heard had I been talking with those around me. It instantly became a disciple I wanted to practice more, and got to in China later that summer. Then we went rock climbing. Joey use to work for a rock climbing co. in…Colorado? Sorry, Joey, I forget! But anyway, he had two of his friends come with their climbing equipment and dog, and they helped us climb and repel. I will not forget how encouraging everyone was! I normally don’t get scared of heights, but for some reason I became a little timid at the crux of my climb and was about ready to give up. Joey and Kate did not let that happen, though. Thanks you two. For everything. We returned home that day, smelly and sleepy, but honestly so rejuvenated.

2013-The second year.


The end of my undergrad. The weekend before this retreat, I was celebrating my graduation with friends and family and again, planning to return to China to work more with one of my previous team members (shoutout to Rachel!). Needless to say, I was in need of some rest. I could not have asked for a better way to spend time with Jesus, thanking him for getting me through that last year of school. We had some really good talks over those two days spent in his beautiful nature. We kept the same schedule as the year before, only we took out the rock climbing/repelling part out. Instead, we spent more time at the creek and Narrows. Kate and I did free climb a 90 degree cliff, though! Okay, maybe not quite 90 degree, but it was pretty intense-and in chacos. That was also the first year she and I had slept in a hammock. We were really becoming quite the mountain women. Anyways, we thought this would be my last year for Rest Retreat, you know since I graduated and all, so Joey decided it would be funny to name the sunset hike the “In memory of Laura Robertson” hike. I told him no. He did it anyway. But little did we know, folks, LITTLE DID WE KNOW!

2014-The third year.


Yes, I went to Rest Retreat yet another year. Only this time, as the University Ministry Intern. When I got back from China the previous semester, I wasn’t sure what my next step would be. I had secretly prayed and hoped I could work at the church with Joey somehow, but I did not know that could really be a possibility. He asked me a week after I got back. So instead of just being an attendee of the retreat, I actually got to help plan it! And in my humble opinion, it was so fun. We had some new faces that year, and some friends who were not there from previous years. God continued to speak sweetly to my soul about what it meant to rest in him, and to spend time with him in that specific element. I truly believe he has allowed for the mountains (even the little ones of Oklahoma) to be a sanctuary of worship of him, and a place for me to meet with him. This retreat also marked a year of learning to go deeper in the community and friendships God had given me. It was not easy, and I had to learn some things about my character and life in general that I did not wish were true, but I also learned how to give that up to God and let him work through my weaknesses. And through this community and time of surrender, I felt God calling me to go to seminary.

2015-The fourth, and maybe final, year.


You may have noticed I am the only one who has showed up in all four of these pictures. I like to brag about that sometimes, but only to be silly, of course. But honestly, these pictures are a reminder to myself of how far God has brought me. This year was almost an entirely different experience for me. It was the first retreat I planned all on my own, even though I kept nearly everything the exact same. Now, being the Interim University Minister, I was the one to make sure the site-the same Doris Campground, site C-was reserved, that we had plenty of food, a way to cook that food, that we had gas in the van, everyone on board and with something to sleep in, and that there was some sort of curriculum for the students to go through. And we did. Praise God, we did! And I know that there is absolutely no way I could have done it really on my own. First of all, God. Secondly, everyone you see in these pictures. And if Chris hadn’t gone, we may have froze or starved. Who knows really, but I’m glad he was there to help tremendously. These people. Let me tell you. I love them so much. They have made this journey of student-to-intern-to-interim-ship a complete blessing! Some of them have heard all about my struggles and self-doubts, but all of them have been encouraging and pointed me to Jesus through it all. And I hope I have given back to them at least a bit of what they have given to me. This time on the sun set hike, I did not go through the devo guide we have (mainly because I wrote it and that felt weird), so I sat on Mt. Baldy and journaled, watching the sun sink into that big bowl of the mountains. I wrote a lot of thank yous, most of them belonging to Jesus for letting us be there and being the wonderful Father that he is. Who else can love so deeply? We continued the tradition of the silent hike, and saw the creek at it highest point. We returned home smelly and sleepy, just like that first year; and also like the years before, rejuvenated in the Lord.

These retreats have taught me so much about resting in the Lord, and how that can be an act of worship and service just as much as working for him. They have given me some of the most meaningful times of reflection on my college and post-undergrad experiences, and I am forever thankful I have gotten to go every year, in each capacity, with every individual who has gone as well. I do not know what next year holds for FBC Norman UM, if it will bring about another rest retreat, or if I will be a “guest” there or not, but I do know Who holds me and this community in his creative hands; my Jesus. 

Thank you Jesus. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Yesterday, or, “one of those days” we all have.

Yesterday was one of those days I could have easily neglected God’s presence and voice, and believe me, I did not give him all the praise he deserved. And it got me thinking, I don’t do that enough lately.

Because even in the midst of what was a textbook “bad day”, I saw my Lord provide.

When the kids were screaming and crying, I still heard him whisper “draw near to me”, and then he showed his love through those same sweet babies with snuggles, kind words from the bigs, and very encouraging text from a sister, which would become the prayer I’d need the rest of the day. 
 When the receptionist said my doctor’s appointment was actually next Wednesday and snarkly added that I was “lucky” there was a cancellation that day, I knew it was The Lord saying “I gotchu…and yes you wrote the date down right”. I needed patience, and prayer. So I texted my Groot girls (Madi and Krystal) and was encouraged and uplifted instantly. And then my very kind doctor showed his genuine excitement for my travels to Africa and got me the meds I need. Then, after locking my keys in my car (because I was overwhelming myself by trying to arrange 3 different things in my schedule that evening), I called the locksmith who had previously helped me out when this happened 2 months ago (I have a problem, and I lost my spare key) and he couldn’t be there for another 2 hours, I felt The Lord drawing me near to him again. Why not worship him by reading his Word on the bench outside of TJ Maxx? My local mechanic came to the rescue and would not let me pay him a dime. I got into my car with tears running down my face and called my mom to tell her I was coming over that evening (we were suppose to have a big family dinner). But after picking up my prescription and going to the church, the storms were already bad enough that I shouldn’t be driving to Edmond. So I sat in the basement watching the news with my adopted and church family, instead. I am so thankful for those people. The hugs, the humor, the caring hearts-I love them. There were many prayers going up in that room.

“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10

God is and will be exalted. Our overwhelming days and ways will not stop that. Tornados, high waters, nor tigers on the loose will stop that. We do not want to miss out on his glorious self by getting caught up in ourselves. I’ve been doing that way to much lately, and it’s not okay.

I’m thankful for grace and mercy, and a Father who never leaves his daughter stranded outside when a storm is on the way.

Please pray for those effected by the tornados last night, and pray that we don’t have anymore storms tonight! Lots of dear friends have some damage to their houses or cars, and there are big messes to clean up. I’ll be out there helping later, if you want to join.

Finally us.

Proud of these four for remaining rooted in their faith, and I am excited to see how God brings fruit from their journey. Love you guys!

The European Odyssey

Six months ago, everything seemed like a dream. We had only heard the accounts of others that had gone before us on a trip such as this. “Don’t spend money here…” “Never wear this…” they said. Finally, as we are now just 9 days away from leaving on this journey, our own mark has begun to show. The four of us are equally terrified about leaving what we know and those we love; yet, our friendship and unified sense of adventure — and our faith that God really does want us to do this — seems to wipe away all of our doubt. But that’s just what Jesus does in times of strife, hope finds its own apex within our despair. So, where our image of this trip once hung by a thread, it is now firm. We are confident. We are immortal. Some might say reckless — and some might…

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