Hi! I’m Sarah, and I’ve been forgiven and changed by Jesus Christ. He is teaching me that those who have been forgiven much also love much. When we draw forgiveness out of Christ’s well, He satisfies our thirst and enables us to love Him with all our heart, all our soul, all our mind, and all our strength.
"Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and He has become my salvation." With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation. ~Isaiah 12:2-3
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Vacation Bible School is not for the faint of heart, and I am very thankful for the army of people who helped do two in my community last week. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time supervising the playground. It led me to contemplate the deep differences between poetic justice and karma, even…
Or, When Drowning Makes You Thirsty… For the woman at the well, carrying much more of a burden than her water jar. For the hypocritical Pharisees who didn’t really want answers to their questions. For Mary and Martha, drowning in grief. For Thomas, doubting the intangible, fearful of what the tangible might mean. For the…
A four year old who is dear to my heart visited this week, and when I announced that it was time to clean up all of our toys, she had as many excuses as Moses when He was called by God to return to Egypt. “I am so tired,” she tried. “My hands are too…
I once spoke at a women’s event where a man, who was helping prepare food, thought it enormously funny that I was both a lady speaker and a Southern Baptist. He joked that he would turn his chair around every time I opened my mouth, as famously happened at the Southern Baptist Convention when Anne…
This is not going to be an article about homeschooling, or the passage of time, or how quickly children grow up, but my oldest child graduated from high school last weekend. The day was beautiful, and my take-away has been thankfulness that I can know what I’m sure of. Launching a child into this cold…