Jan 15, 2010

Friendly Friday - L.T. Elliot

"A Good Friend"

L.T. Elliot is a mother to two exemplary children and the wife of a man she can’t live without. She also happens to write speculative fiction. You can read about her insanity-in-progress at Dreams of Quill and Ink. She’s grateful to guest-post for Christine, a writer she admires and a friend she adores.

When Christine first asked me to guest post here at Day Dreamer, I was sure I’d come up with something writerly and wise—like other clever guests have done. To those who know me, it should be little surprise to find out otherwise. To the rest of you, my sincerest apologies.

Sometimes an idea creeps up on me and wriggles into my mind, waiting for my considerable lack of will so that it can occupy the whole of my thoughts. Other times, I’m struck by a single line and it is those moments I have come to trust my pen to scrawl the words while my heart provides the ink. Now is one of those times.

I have a deep, intimate relationship with God. It isn’t something I talk or write about often. In no way because I’m ashamed of it but rather because that which is most sacred to my heart is often played close to the vest. But I heard the line in my mind and I’ve learned never to ignore the siren call.

As a small girl, raised by church-going Christians, my relationship with God was pretty simple. I knew He existed. Christmas brought the birth of Baby Jesus and Santa Claus. Easter meant Jesus came back from death and a giant rabbit brought eggs and candy. I’d pray for My Little Ponies and blessed meals and trusted God would do the rest. Easy Peasy.

Somewhere along the way, I began to worry less about ponies and more about life. It was right around that delightful age betwixt angsty poetry and songs of unrequited love.

I remember, clearly, walking home from a friend’s house, chock-full of all these things I could never say to anyone—things I thought no one else could understand. If I told my friends, they’d laugh or drop me quicker than this week’s crush. I couldn’t talk to my parents. What was left to me?

So I just started talking.

Teenagers are a weird breed in most situations so I didn’t worry that people would see me talking to myself and call for the nearest Charter hospital. I just opened my mouth and watched as it tumbled and frothed and spilled free. Things I didn’t know how to put to words, things I couldn’t keep stuffed low in my belly, things that felt like poison scorching through my veins.

And slowly, the venom was bled. I was removed from the heated coil and whatever was bubbling up inside of me cooled and was still. Something new filled its place. There wasn’t a celestial voice that parted sky or sea but there was the blanketed quiet of knowing someone heard me and understood.

After that, I found that whenever I had a moment of solitude, I filled it with my voice and offered up my daily cares. It wasn’t like any prayer I’d ever heard of, but that didn’t matter to me. To me, I didn’t see it as a prayer so much as a conversation, one that was much more reciprocal than I could ever have expected.

Over time, those conversations became more than a release valve for the things I couldn’t handle. I poured out all the details of my life and a friendship flourished that has become essential to me in every way.

Since that long ago lonely walk, I can only recall one time in all those years that I thought God had abandoned me. Standing on the other side of that darkness, I can say with glowing truth that I have never been more wrong—and glad to be so. That one time, that unfathomable, despairing trial, provided the foundation for a joy so full, I cannot possibly measure it.

That is not to say that I’ve never suffered since then. I make plenty of mistakes and my relationship with God has seen a few awkward distances, but never because He drew away from me. Our friendship only wanes when I stop talking.

Truth be told, I’m not sure why I felt so strongly about writing this particular post but like I’ve said, I’ve learned when to listen. Maybe someone else will read this and find that, even when we are so miserably lonely, we are never alone.

After all these years and all those talks, I’ve come to recognize His voice. A more merciful God, I’ll never know; a better friend I’ll never have. No one has ever understood me better and loved me more. When I begin to doubt and despair, I take a walk or go on a drive.

And chat it out with a good friend.

I'm so grateful for having L.T. Elliot blog for me today. Her story has truly touched my heart, as I'm sure it has yours. Please join me next week when my guest blogger will be C.Michelle Jefferies.


  1. I appreciated reading L.T. Elliot's story. Isn't it so true, God is truely our best friend, always there for us and never gets tired of hearing our moans and groans about life. No one else would do that.

  2. L.T.

    I will save my comment to send to your private email. I will simply say here: I love you and I am so proud to have you in my life.


  3. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing. Can't wait to give you a hug tonight!

  4. How is it that the heart can ever forget something so poignant, so joyful as what you so beautifully shared here? And yet so often MINE does. I draw away. I forget to talk.

    Thank you for the timely reminder. You're such a blessing in my life.

  5. Laura! Thank you for sharing your testimony. I really appreciate your openness here. Love you! ((hugs))

  6. Oh L.T! I have found Him to be a friend indeed! What a powerful testimony, and a powerful woman for sharing.

    God bless you!

  7. Thank you so much for sharing with us. I appreciate the wonderful story and will cherish the things you said.

  8. You are amazing! Thank you for sharing this. It is a beautiful testimony of a loving God. It is sacred and even more so because you were willing to share it.

  9. Thanks for sharing this, L.T. What a wonderful habit to always continue. Christine, thanks for being the venue fur L.T's story to be told.

  10. What a truly beautiful post, so heartfelt, revealing, and poignant. I especially loved the part about your pen scrawling and your heart providing the ink. You are an amazing writer and I am so happy to be in your circle.

  11. I loved this! I read L.T.'s blog regularly but this is quite the departure from her usual fare. I love this more intimate glimpse into her soul.

  12. It is so true that when we feel God is away from us, we're the one who has done the walking.

    Similar thoughts have been on my mind since last night. I too hold my relationship with Him sacred.

    Thanks for a beautiful post!

  13. Gorgeous as always, L.T.! Thank you for sharing such an intimate part of you.

  14. I understand this story very well- at least I know I'm not the only one who has gone about things in a similar way.

    And, thanks for bringing us over to this blog.

    Magic Valley- I lived in Twin Falls for a lot of years. Twin is my old friend. I wouldn't mind making more.

  15. Dearest Laura, I have no words but know that yours have touched my heart.

  16. Lovely post, Laura. I know it touched my heart, and I'm sure it will help someone. Thanks.

  17. To be heard and understood-what a blessing. And, yes, we are never alone. Thank you, Laura.

  18. "To me, I didn’t see it as a prayer so much as a conversation, one that was much more reciprocal than I could ever have expected."

    Love this, all of it. Thank you.

  19. I came over here from your own blog to read your guest post here, and am glad I did.
    Jesus never fails us and we are never alone. Most everyone has doubts at times, even the minister at my church years ago told us of his "dark night of the soul" when he was having doubt, but carried on anyway.
    Thanks for this story.