It’s been 6 years since I started writing my Christmas novel THE SWING and thanks to my amazing editor Kimberly Robrecht Clement, her coaching and encouragement, (and support from so many others like Calliope Coaching and my mom author Sarah Hinze ) I finally see the end in sight.
Here's a peek:
As the eastern star pierces through a silent night in Bethlehem, Anna, the inn-keeper's daughter, hides the gallant prisoner she’s rescued from the Roman army and hopes she doesn’t suffer the same fate that killed her mystic mother.
I have a few more chapters to complete, but I’m amazed and humbled how much I truly did not know understand about the Christmas story.
What was it like to live during this time?
Let me tell you, God did not waste a single detail of the birth of Jesus Christ, after all, He is the greatest storyteller of all time.
From swaddling clothes and shepherds in the fields to Jewish customs, Bethlehem, wicked King Herod and so much more, every part of this story, like a parable, has deep, spiritual meaning.
Researching the Jewish religion, analyzing maps and learning more about the Bible has been incredible (and I’m certainly not an expert), but what has me most perplexed is studying the history of Israel, Rome and the political turmoil of that time.
Jerusalem Sunrise
There are so many parallels between their trials and our current day.
Massacre of the innocents -
when wicked King Herod sentenced all the baby boys two and younger to death.
Corrupt King Herod's sentencing his wife Mariamne to death
If the Christmas story has anything to teach us, it is the answer to our current state of affairs is the same answer as theirs – we need the Savior to come.
Here is just a sampling of some of the questions I’ve asked and needed to understand (some have absolutely left me in awe) as I followed the love story of my main characters: Anna, the Inn Keeper’s daughter and Ezra, the nephew of King Herod.
How far was Bethlehem from Jerusalem?
When were matches invented?
In the Old Testament, what sin was punishable by death?
Where did King Herod keep his prison?
How far is Egypt from Jerusalem?
Did they use bowls in the Old Testament?
What gate did Herod use to enter Jerusalem?
What metal did they use in the Bible?
What were the names of Herod’s sons?
What was the robe called that the men wore in the Bible?
What was the shawl called that women wore in the Bible?
What are the names of the different Jewish sects in the Bible?
Map of Israel
What did a traditional stable look like in Bethlehem?
What is sackcloth?
Did a king wear a crown in the bible?
Where is Judea?
What is a tefillin?
What is a tallit?
What did tassels represent?
Is a fleece blanket made out of lamb’s wool?
What is the spiritual meaning of a crescent moon?
What was a manger made out of?
What are swaddling clothes?
Was a lamb only sacrificed at Passover?
What is Passover?
Did the Jewish people pay a tax to enter the temple?
Did Jewish people eat lamb?
Why did Caesar tax Israel?
What was the religion of Rome?
What was the census for?
How far is Nazareth from Bethlehem?
Why did the Roman’s whip 39 times?
What did a Roman guard wear?
Who was the Jewish prophet?
What did the angel say to the shepherds?
When did the Old Testament end?
What year was Jesus born?
When did King Herod die?
What did Herod die from?
THE SWING is an incredible love story that I hope others will get lost in, while also bringing the Christmas story alive and strengthen testimonies in the miraculous birth and mission of Jesus.
It’s undeniable.
He is The King.
Artwork by Laura Lofgreen
Here is a book cover I designed for fun, to have all the feels and put on my vision board. I will start querying agents soon
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When
I started the project of drawing 100 girls from India
for the coloring book My 100 Daughters
with Rising Star Outreach, I was overcome with the beauty and presence of the
girls of India.
Studying photographs of their faces, clothing, hair styles, jewelry and customs,
I felt such love for those I’ve never met. The first time I painted one of my
illustrations, I felt like their skin
should be the color gold. I searched out metallic paint, and after painting
their skin a lovely brown, I tinted it in gold as a symbol of their great worth
and value. I was later told what the color gold meant in India – it was
a sign to them of their worth as well.
When
I first spoke to Becky Douglas about the idea of a coloring book, she said, “Laura, India
is a coloring book!”
She told me about the bright colors, how the landscapes
and people are vibrant and eclectic.
With this in mind, I started to envision
the magic of India.
If my little girl Eden loved to color princesses, angels, fairies and mermaids,
the girls of India
would love that too.
Beautiful landscapes, friendly animals and playful insects
started to present themselves as well. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with a
peacock, a tiger, elephant and more.
When I present this work to children at school events, they want to learn more about the
girls of India and help any way they can.
Because
of poverty and dire conditions difficult for us to understand, it is imperative
to help the children of India.
I asked myself, “What if this was my daughter?”
These little girls are eating the pieces of a broken coconut that fell off a truck and was run over.
The truth is these are all our
daughters. It is our duty to help provide food, health care, education, shelter
and even more, love, hope and a bright future. Rising Star Outreach is an absolute
miracle.
Because of persistence and vision, they have made the necessary relationships to be in these leprosy colonies to minister to those in need. How I
thank and appreciate all those who work with Rising Star Outreach to make this
possible.
Me with Becky Douglas and Amy Humphrey, presenting Becky the painting of the girls in gold, also her daughter Amber as an angel who loves the children of India.
It
was especially touching when I started an illustration of a woman who had lost
much of her hands and feet because of leprosy. At first, I had the idea to draw
her perfect, with 10 fingers and 10 toes, but as I was finishing the
illustration, I felt impressed to erase her hands and feet and draw them as
they really were. I had spent much time drawing her hands and feet perfect, so
the act of erasing them was very emotional for me. As I started to cry, I could
only image the pain and loss she had experienced.
Her toes and fingers were taken
by such a horrible disease, it didn’t seem fair. I stared at the picture of her
and reverently started to draw the unique and disformed shape of each hand, the
curves where her fingers used to be, the heals of her feet, how humbling the
process was. I drew the praying mantis next to here so she could always have someone praying for her, the firewood within reach so she didn't have to crawl to start a fire and the chipmunk for so she could have cheerful friendship. The lotus flower above her head is a blessing for her beauty and purpose.
My
100 Daughters coloring book was published in 2017 and is available on Amazon. 50% of the proceeds go to Rising Star Outreach Sponsorship. Since then I have taken it into schools, shared it at birthday parties, church events and even an open house where I spoke about the process of creating such a special book. (You can read about that here.) This spring
2021, Rising Star asked if I could illustrate several coloring pages for the
boys. We could present them in Colors of
Hope, a virtual online coloring event. I am the mother of five amazing sons
and as before, the same question entered my mind, “What if these were your boys?”
Oh, how I love and pray for them. I asked for photographs of the little boys
and to my delight, I saw them playing sports, climbing monkey bars, jumping,
hanging out with friends and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
They are just
like my boys who can’t wait to do their best, be silly, study, run fast and
light up the world. I hope you enjoy coloring my interpretation of who these
boys are and how through sponsorship, we can all play a vital and necessary
role in their bright future.
Go to Rising Star Outreach to download your coloring pages. Please consider sponsoring a child today.
It was Sunday morning, January 13,
2019 and I was lying in bed between that beautiful moment of dreaming and
awakening when my 3½ year-old little boy Canyon spoke to me.
“Mommy,” he
said.
I opened my eyes and looked into Canyon’s
face.
If love was electric, my love for him could light up the entire world. He
was my 5th son, my biggest surprise and most difficult pregnancy.
I
had paid an immense price for him, but over the last year, the light in him had
dimmed. Canyon was experiencing seizures and after several hospital stays, all
tests pointed to an absolutely horrible, terminal diagnosis. If we were lucky, my
little boy might live to his 5th birthday.
Perhaps this sounds like the start
of a tragic story and there were days where it was the saddest story I could
ever have experienced, but if you stick with me and keep reading, you’ll see
this is a story about God’s miracles, His perfect timing and how the power of
pray and fasting blessed our family in the most glorious way.
Six months earlier, it was a
blistering hot August day in PhoenixArizona. I was pregnant with our
7th child and Canyon was scheduled to have eye surgery to correct two
wandering eyes. His eye doctor reassured us it was a common procedure and had
nothing to do with the terrible seizureCanyon barely lived
through just a month earlier, which included 5 days in the pediatric ICU. The life-threatening
seizure had been a truly grueling experience and after sleeping night after
night on a hospital bench, I was certain if I was ever to get into heaven,
sleeping on a hospital bench while 6-months pregnant would most likely do it.
After
Canyon’s eyes surgery, he was brought to me blindfolded and I carried my 35-pound
little boy, draped him over my pregnant belly, waddled out of the building with
the sun glaring down on us like a heat lamp, and buckled him in the car. Once home, we both
fell into bed and slept most the afternoon. I was so happy that would be Canyon’s
last doctor’s visit for a while.
My beautiful baby Ruby was born emergency
c-section on September 25, 2018.
Her birth was a miracle all its own, and I was
finally home recovering. Most nights were sleepless and I was having intense
pain from a reoccurring staph infection. Ruby wouldn’t nurse, so I was left pumping
breast milk and feeding her from a bottle. My hard-working husband Derek was
self-employed, so taking a day off to help was not an option.
(Canyon and Ruby)
Our oldest son Chandler
had recently moved to the Philippines
to serve a full-time mission and I looked forward to his emails. Because of the
time difference, we communicated back and forth in the middle of the night. My younger
children started school early in the morning, so the newborn wasn’t the only
reason I had bags under my eyes.
Sunday November 11, 2018 was a
typical night with my 6 week-old baby, up and down with feedings and when I finally
fell asleep, I had a dream. In the dream, I was walking in a creek with Canyon.
The water was cold and I looked up at the magnificent cliffs all around us. I
took my eyes off Canyon for just a second when he stumbled and feel deep into
the dark, murky water. Frantic, I swam down, found him right away (which was
such a relief) and pulled him up to safety. After I held him in my arms and patted
his back, he looked at me with this huge smile, the biggest, most reassuring
smile confirming he was perfectly fine. Although I was sleep deprived, the
dream was so real, it woke me up. Instinctively, I had to check on Canyon. Because
of his previous seizures, I felt like I needed to know he was alright. I laid
there for another minute. Ruby wasn’t awake and it would be so easy to drift right
back to sleep, but the impulse to check on Canyon pushed through me again, so I
forced myself to sit up. I walked down the hallway, into his sister Eden’s room
where he liked to sleep and could see Eden,
but where was Canyon? That’s when I saw him, he’d slipped between the wall and
the bed, pinched in the corner. His eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling.
He was pale and twitching, barely breathing!!
(the night before his seizure, you can see the droop in his smile)
I grabbed him in my arms, pain
pulsed through the incision of my c-section and screamed to my husband Canyon
was having a seizure. The other kids woke up and were crying, scared and I
wondered how could I leave Ruby? Would Canyon be alright? We sped to the
hospital and once in the emergency room, were rushed down a hall way to a room
full of doctors and nurses. Canyon was unresponsive, so they started the
treatments I’d seen done to him month’s earlier including incubation,
medication to increase his heart rate, IV fluids, anti-seizure medication, but
his time they did something different. They wrapped him in a blanket that
looked like tinfoil. Quickly, it started to inflate.
“This is how we treat drowning victims,”
the doctor said, “to quickly bring their body temperature up.” I suddenly
remembered the dream of Canyon drowning. I realized somehow, with the help of
God, my little boy had found a way to communicate with me he needed help. In
the dream I had found Canyon quickly and he had assured me he was perfectly
fine with that huge, undeniable smile. I leaned into the comfort of that image,
knowing there was hope he would smile like that again very soon.
It was the third day of our
hospital stay and Canyon still had tubes and monitors connected to him. After evaluating
the brain MRI, the doctor said “We think your son has a condition called
adrenoleukodystropy, or what is sometimes called white matter disease.”
I was so naive, so unaware of the
monster lurking around the corner, I immediately suspected this odd-sounding,
difficult to pronounce condition was something that could be fixed with
medication or another surgery. In a conversation with Derek later that night,
I’d barely remembered to mention it, but he had looked it up on the internet.
Derek spent the next 20 minutes filling me in on the horror of
adrenoleukodystropy, how it takes a child from thriving and developing to
blind, deaf, lifeless and eventually death. Derek must have had it wrong.
After Canyon fell asleep in my
arms, I lay with him in that small pediatric bed, numb, pumping milk for my
newborn baby who was staying with a friend, and I scrolled through my phone looking
at the symptoms of adrenoleukodystropy.
Wandering eyes
Limp or difficulty walking
Unexplainable seizures
White
matter dissolving
Most common
in boys
Average age
of onset age four
Speech
impairment
Canyon had every single symptom. I
felt like I was going to throw up. I stared at my little boy, begging the God
of the universe, “This can not be true!”
Canyon had developed a droop in his
smile, slurred speech and a noticeable limp. And what about the horrible
seizures? I was becoming too familiar with speeding down the freeway and
running into the ER with him in my arms begging the doctors to save him. I
hated that Canyon now had a pediatric neurologist who knew him by name.
There was no way. The doctor had
mentioned is so casually, he couldn’t really mean it. He just meant there was a
chance, if everything else was ruled out. Canyon would be discharged and they
were starting him on a daily seizure medication. He would be alright.
“Honey,” Derek had said to me,
“adrenoleukodystropy is terminal, there’s no cure. Canyon would have maybe two
years.” My husband, the strong one, so logical and consistent, so reliable, so
capable, why was he crying?
When Canyon finally came home, our
family was not the same. I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of my teenage
son’s mouth when we told our kids the news. It was like we were all grasping
for air. It had caught us all by surprise. What about our perfect lives? Our
happily ever after? What was it all about now?
Canyon had a follow up appointment
the next week. Although it was November, he insisted on wearing his Halloween
custom to the visit. During the exam, Canyon followed the instructions to his
best ability in his little brown monkey suit. While I held my newborn close to
my chest, my mom and I spoke with the doctor.I was nervous, but optimistic the he would rule out adrenoleukodystropy.
He hadn’t mentioned it yet.
“We tested Canyon’s blood work in
the hospital to see if he had fatty acids in his blood.”
I had no idea what fatty acids were
and mentioned to the doctor the night before Canyon’s last seizure, he’d had
salmon and avocado, high fat foods?
“No,” the doctor said, “foods don’t
cause fatty acids. Fatty acids can take years to break down into the blood
stream and we can detect what part of the body is releasing them.”
This was the first I’d heard about
such a thing. “Well, he doesn’t have them, does he?”
“He does, and according to the
numbers, they are the break down of his white matter.”
I literally felt like a black hole
in the ground opened up and I was falling into it. How could everything keep
lining up in the wrong lane? I sobbed into my hands, sinking, barely able to
hold onto my baby.
The doctor pulled up Canyon’s MRI
and showed me the pattern in the back of the brain, where his white matter was falling
apart, dissolving like melted snow. Without the white matter, eventually, my
son’s brain would stop functioning all together.
(you can really his facial problems here, heartbreaking)
This was the day life stopped for
me. My little boy was dying. It was December, a time to celebrate the birth of
Jesus Christ, but Derek and I lived in a state of mourning. Every time Canyon
spoke, when we couldn’t understand what he was saying, it was like the disease
was mocking us. Canyon loved the park, but one day, as he was running he fell.
I picked him up in my arms and cried a thousand tears. Every experience was now
evidence of our little boy’s decline. A friend at the park brought a blanket
and wrapped us in it while I shock and sobbed. My eyes remained swollen and my
days were blurred like murky water. I would try to hide or quiet my cries, but
Canyon would always find me and hold onto me while I released the pain.
Six weeks later, we were still
waiting on one final test, blood work that had been taken during our November
hospital stay. Adrenoleukodystropy was so rare, the genetic test that would
confirm our son’s death sentence was packed in ice and sent back east to a lab
at a medical university. We were told the test would take a month to conduct. I
called our doctor’s office and spoke with the nurse, reminding her the results
should be in. She called the lab and the week of Christmas informed us the
blood work had been lost. No one knew where it had been sent and we would need
to reschedule to have Canyon’s blood drawn again. I remember staring at the
Christmas tree, the lights blurred together because my vision was altered.
Every Christmas carol carried a sentimental feeling, a sense of loneliness and
pain that I knew only Jesus could heal someday.
In the Philippines,
Chandler had
been given permission to call to let us know he’d been experiencing horrible
stomach pain. He was going to be taking a train to the hospital in Cabanatuan to have testing
done. Chandler
confessed he didn’t want us to worry, but after months of debilitating pain and
weight loss, he finally told us in detail what he was going through. Until we
had a definitive diagnosis, we didn’t want Chandler to know the extent of what was
happening over here with Canyon. I couldn’t believe we were both keeping
secrets because we didn’t want the other to worry.
I met with our stake president to
discuss what we could do for Chandler
and what was happening to Canyon. After our meeting and a beautiful prayer,
I’ll never forget what he said to me, “Sister Lofgreen, you’ll never know the
blessings your family will receive from your son’s missionary service.”
(the train ride to Cabanatuan)
I wanted Chandler to be healed so he could stay out on
his mission. I wanted Canyon to be healed from this horrible hell-on-earth
disease. Our family and ward were fasting and praying, but the waiting game was
impossible to win. One night, completely lost in a sea of heartache, I woke up.
Derek was awake and like a pathetic choir of two, we both started sobbing these
unrecognizable cries, holding onto each other in our pitch dark room. We would
never function normally again. Derek was actually taking breaks at work to cry between
appointments. We couldn’t live like this, but I didn’t know how to pull back
from our downward spiral of grief.
-----------------------------------------
I promised this would be a story of
healing and the powerful reality that God hears and answers prayers. God is the
beautiful orchestrator, the perfect story teller, the immaculate artist and I
would have never believed what he was about to paint into our lives.
Back to that Sunday morning,
January 13, 2019 when I was lying in bed between that magical moment of
dreaming and awakening, my eyes not yet swollen with tears, that moment when
I’d forget I had a child who was being taken from me, Canyon said my name.
“Mommy.”
I opened my eyes and looked at my precious
boy. Blonde hair, golden skin, chocolate chip brown eyes, pink lips, blushed
cheeks! What was this I saw? At that moment, I noticed his skin was so bright,
so healthy, the pink back in his cheeks and his eyes seemed to sparkle. Before
I was even fully awake, I knew.
“Canyon, you’re better,” I said,
practically tripping over my words. “Honey, you’re better.” I grabbed him in my
arms and held him close to my heart, staring back at his face, examining how
different he looked.
I don’t know how I knew, but I knew
the disease the doctors were certain he had battling inside him was gone,
healed, restored. I dared say the name, even though I’d finally learned how to
say it without having to reference it on my phone.
That’s when I remembered my dream.
I’d had a dream.
I ran into the kitchen, my husband was
getting breakfast ready so we could leave for church on time.
“Canyon’s better, look at him, he’s
been healed!!”
Derek had no idea what I was
talking about, so I told him about the dream.
“I was in our bedroom with Canyon
and several of the walls had large glass windows. Outside, I noticed a picnic
basket with helium balloons attached to it. The picnic basket was full of light
and it started floating up into the air. I told Canyon to look at it, but as he
turned around the picnic basket floated behind the house. I looked up and
noticed our ceiling was glass, so Canyon and I lay down and stared up.It was floating up towards the sky, it would
just be a moment before it appeared again. Suddenly, there it was. It seemed to
be on a path, intentionally going somewhere. That’s when I realized it was floating
to the sun. The sun was so bright, but still, I looked at it. That’s when I saw
him. It was Jesus. Jesus was in the sun. It was really Him, the almighty,
powerful Savior of the world. If I didn’t wake up, I felt my spirit would go to
Him.”
I was very aware I sounded
completely crazy, but Derek was always supportive of my spiritual impressions. “What
do you think it meant,” he asked.
I wasn’t sure, all I knew was when
Canyon woke me up he looked noticeably different and I knew he was healed. I
felt lighter and a peaceful feeling resided in my heart. It all sounded
impossible, but I couldn’t deny what I knew was true.
I walked back into my bedroom and
sat on the edge of my bed, amazed. Canyon had been playing in the other room,
but as he ran down the hallway and back into my arms, I decided to tell him
about the dream as well. Again, I remembered the picnic basket, full of light
floating to Jesus and as I described this to Canyon, the spirit of the Holy
Ghost ran through my body, helping me understand what it all meant.
“Honey, Jesus took your illness. It
was in that picnic basket of light. Jesus took it from the earth. You’re all
better. You’re going to be ok.”
From that day forward, I stopped
crying. Derek had faith from the dream and he stopped crying. Our children knew
Canyon was healed. Our days were completely different. I stopped looking for
signs of Canyon’s illness, instead the miracles of his healing became obvious.
When people asked how Canyon was doing, we said we were still praying and
fasting, but we knew he was going to be alright. At times, I stopped to see if
the emotional pain in my heart was still there. Could I back step into it if I
tried? I literally couldn’t find the heartache. Since there was no medical proof Canyon was
going to be alright, I knew I should be skeptical, but at the end of the day, I
felt this overwhelming presence of peace and hope.
On February 13, 2019 we went back
to the hospital to have Canyon’s blood work done again. It would be 4 weeks
until we heard any news. The odds were against him, but my heart wouldn’t allow
me to sink into despair. I knew he was healed. As the nurse prepared the
needle, I had the thought to play a peek-a-boo game and cover Canyon’s eyes.
When she poked him, he was so preoccupied, he didn’t react to the procedure.
Meanwhile, in the Philippines, Chandler’s health continued to deteriorate. He
was diagnosed with h-pylori, a bacteria infection in the gut most commonly
caused by contaminated drinking water or poor sanitation. If left untreated, the
inflammation could result in Chromes disease, stomach ulcers or worse, cancer. The
doctors tried antibiotics, but Chandler’s
protruding stomach, severe pain and a suspected hernia meant he needed to come
back to the United States
for medical treatment. I received an email from his mission president that Chandler’s departure visa,
which should have been processed, had been lost by customs in a pile of
paperwork. It would take a miracle to get him home.
Our family and ward continued
praying and fasting for both our boys. To feel the love, support and faith from
so many around us meant everything. We came home to cookies on the porch, had
help with housework and read notes of encouragement. I shared updates on social
media, but more than that, I was testifying of God’s love, the power of prayer
and fasting and how thankful I was for my family and Savior.
On the morning of March 4, 2019
while taking care of the baby, I missed a call from the pediatric neurologist’s
office. The nurse left the most heart-warming, life-giving message. The test
came back negative. Canyon did not have adrenoleukodystropy. Because of the
lost blood work, we had waited 4 months for the results. The doctor was shocked
and relieved. My heart burst open, my eyes filled with tears and I ran to share
the news with my husband. It’s amazing when you have a young child unaware of
an impending medical condition, how much that child lives in the present,
uninfluenced by his or her potential life expectancy. All along, Canyon had
played, skipped, sang, loved, laughed, even comforted us as we cried. It was
incredible to think he had lived perfectly content.
The next day, I received an email
from the mission department. Customs had found Chandler’s travel visa and approved his departure
papers. Our missionary was coming home from the Philippines, not exactly how he had
left, but in time, we would get him back to health. At that moment, I heard the
words from my stake president, “You’ll never know the blessings your family
will receive from your son’s missionary service.” I marveled that Chandler was released
from his mission after we received the confirmation Canyon would be alright. I
thought “What an interesting coincidence?” The spirit whispered to my heart,
“The timing is not a coincidence.”
(Chandler meeting Ruby for the first time)
About a year later, as we continued
watching Canyon heal, his speech improve, his smile slowly correcting, his
energy come back, I was talking to my sister Becky about our miraculous
experience. “You know why that first blood work was lost don’t you?” she said.
I hadn’t thought about it that for
months, but at the time, I resented the lost blood work, confused why such an
unfortunate thing would happen at such a crucial point in Canyon’s journey, but
Becky had another idea.
“God was going to heal Canyon, so
you were never meant to have the results from the first test.”
Such an idea gave me chills. Could
it be true? We would never know the specifics of Canyon’s healing, but I did
have a testimony that in God’s universe, there are no coincidences.
Canyon is now 6 years old. He has been tested for a variety
of other health conditions, one panel had 80 different possible medical
outcomes, but the tests continued coming back negative. He remains on a very
small dose of anti-seizure medication and continues to grow in strength and
healing. Every day is a miracle to celebrate the power of prayer and fasting,
to dance in the light of Jesus Christ and praise the God Almighty for each
precious moment.
Starving Girl - My 30-day Experience With the Miracle of Intermittent Fasting and Prayer
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After I was sexually abused, I felt like trash. Through God's love, I was able to find my worth again. My Dear Trash is about finding value where others may not see it, in ourselves, in our world, in our unborn and in our relationships and with God.
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