I feel like I'm going 100 miles an hour in 100 different directions.
Sorry for the lack of posting, lately. I know that can be irritating for those who check in on a regular basis, only to find the same post about Uncle Brad. :) lol
I have so many things I've intended on posting about...GGV's 89th birthday...my awesome dad...new pics...key word='intended.' lol Sam always tells me, "Sarah, the pathway to hell is paved with good intentions." yikes.
...but there's just not enough time in a day!
So for right now, I'll sign off with the most recently EXCITING announcement in our family...my sister is gettin' hitched!! WOOHOO!!! Can't wait for the big day, October 3, 2009!
Congrats, Steph & Mike! Love you.
to the rest of you...I probably won't be posting again until Sunday or so...Indiana trip is coming up on Friday, and I will then have 4 physical little bodies running around me every day! :)
Big Love,
Sarah
6.23.2009
6.17.2009
Uncle Brad
Just a short post here to say happy birthday to my uncle on my dad's side, Brad. He's not one to really boast about his life accomplishments...he slips in to family gatherings and slips out just as quickly...but his adventurous undertakings aren't to go unnoticed. From a drum major to a seasick seaman to a ballroom dancer to a university instructor to a squirrel lifesaver to a crazy uncle...he is to be commended on an audacious, well-lived 60+ years!
Happy Birthday, Brad!
Big Love,
Sarah
6.16.2009
Jenson
Jenson, my sweet kitten, died last night. :( Here are a few pics from when he was well last week.
Big Love,
Sarah
PS--Happy Anniversary, Chris & Carly!!!
Sufficient Grace
Been throwing up a lot of prayers, lately. A LOT. Family issues...church issues...job issues...health issues...you get the picture. A LOT.
It's funny because I have never been one to question God. I've kinda just been like, "okay God, here it is, love ya, talk to ya later!" Until recently. And, I'm not really even sure what it is...could just be the feeling I have that everything seems to just keep snowballing. And I pray and wait. No answer. Pray and wait. No answer. Pray and wait...and God says, "No."
Today I was reminded that if ZERO of my prayers are answered the way EYE want them to be answered, I still have everything I need. Why? Because His grace is sufficient.
I'm learning to be content when He tells me, "My grace is enough, Sarah."
"But, God, what about next month's rent...and mom's test results...and Maya's safety while I'm not around...and..."
"Sarah, if I saved your soul from hell, and did nothing more, would I be unjust? My grace is enough."
WOW.
Having been given a tichet to Heaven, how dare I growl about not feeling well? Having the promise of Heavenly riches, how dare I worry about earthly poverty? God has every right to tell me, "No." And, He has every right to tell you, "no," too. Maybe if He gave me all the money in the world, my faith would diminish. And, if He abolished all conflicts I have with family, I wouldn't love the way He wants me to love. Maybe if he healed all the sick, wait...He HAS healed those of us who live in Him--we HAVE a perfect soul in Him, and a PERFECT BODY awaiting us in Glory! Yes, he might choose to heal our earthly bodies. But, if he doesn't, are we still thankful?
Next time you're in this spot with me, and you pray and wait 10 times with no answers, just remember:
His grace is sufficient.
Big Love,
Sarah
It's funny because I have never been one to question God. I've kinda just been like, "okay God, here it is, love ya, talk to ya later!" Until recently. And, I'm not really even sure what it is...could just be the feeling I have that everything seems to just keep snowballing. And I pray and wait. No answer. Pray and wait. No answer. Pray and wait...and God says, "No."
Today I was reminded that if ZERO of my prayers are answered the way EYE want them to be answered, I still have everything I need. Why? Because His grace is sufficient.
I'm learning to be content when He tells me, "My grace is enough, Sarah."
"But, God, what about next month's rent...and mom's test results...and Maya's safety while I'm not around...and..."
"Sarah, if I saved your soul from hell, and did nothing more, would I be unjust? My grace is enough."
WOW.
Having been given a tichet to Heaven, how dare I growl about not feeling well? Having the promise of Heavenly riches, how dare I worry about earthly poverty? God has every right to tell me, "No." And, He has every right to tell you, "no," too. Maybe if He gave me all the money in the world, my faith would diminish. And, if He abolished all conflicts I have with family, I wouldn't love the way He wants me to love. Maybe if he healed all the sick, wait...He HAS healed those of us who live in Him--we HAVE a perfect soul in Him, and a PERFECT BODY awaiting us in Glory! Yes, he might choose to heal our earthly bodies. But, if he doesn't, are we still thankful?
Next time you're in this spot with me, and you pray and wait 10 times with no answers, just remember:
His grace is sufficient.
Big Love,
Sarah
6.11.2009
Thankful Thursday
Today I'm thankful for Zomig, Pepsi, and ice packs.
These last 2 days have been a bit on the rough side for me, as they have been cloudy/misty/sprinkly/it-looks-like-it's-gonna-rain-but-it-only-sprinkles types of days. And, for those of you who know me best, those days directly result in migraine days for me.
I can't even begin to describe the horrible pain and yuckiness brought on by a migraine; those of you who know exactly what I'm talking about: I'm sorry. And those of you who don't have a clue: praise Jesus!!
My typical remedy to resolve migraines consists of:
1. a cold, throat-burning Pepsi,
2. an ice bag that I put right on top of my eyelids so I can feel my eyeballs freezing, which can minutely numb the excruciating pain,
3. my prescribed medication, Zomig,
4. sleep
I cannot even imagine what it would be like to have to live with these demonic headaches, and I am so very thankful today that: 1. there is a God who can heal, 2. there is migraine medicine available, and 3. I have a working husband with insurance to help pay for the ridiculously expensive pills!
What are you thankful for today?
Big Love,
Sarah
These last 2 days have been a bit on the rough side for me, as they have been cloudy/misty/sprinkly/it-looks-like-it's-gonna-rain-but-it-only-sprinkles types of days. And, for those of you who know me best, those days directly result in migraine days for me.
I can't even begin to describe the horrible pain and yuckiness brought on by a migraine; those of you who know exactly what I'm talking about: I'm sorry. And those of you who don't have a clue: praise Jesus!!
My typical remedy to resolve migraines consists of:
1. a cold, throat-burning Pepsi,
2. an ice bag that I put right on top of my eyelids so I can feel my eyeballs freezing, which can minutely numb the excruciating pain,
3. my prescribed medication, Zomig,
4. sleep
I cannot even imagine what it would be like to have to live with these demonic headaches, and I am so very thankful today that: 1. there is a God who can heal, 2. there is migraine medicine available, and 3. I have a working husband with insurance to help pay for the ridiculously expensive pills!
What are you thankful for today?
Big Love,
Sarah
6.08.2009
Time For Some Pics
Gabriel's awesome birthday cake...(quick explanation: the cookie says "Amy" because he shares his birthday with his great-aunt, Amy...the other cookie in the shape of a '1' says Gabe.)
My handsome little ogre...
Our little social butterfly at her friend Ella's birthday party...(and congrats to Ella on her new baby sister, Kynlea!)
Awww...looks are certainly deceiving...
Big Love,
Big Love,
Sarah
6.07.2009
Jared & Jenson
Sometimes I regret having a soft heart.
Last week, Sam brought home 2 very adorable, sweet, precious, itty, bitty, tiny, wittle, baby kittens. Not sure how old they were, but pretty certain they were only a day or two, as their eyes were yet to open. Blacker than black, and cute enough to be named Buttons and Cuddles, I prepared to take on the task of mothering these little dudes in hopes of simply getting them strong enough to be booted out on their own to help control our mouse population.
It didn't matter how much I told myself NOT to become attached...it just happened. We soon found ourselves thinking of names, and we didn't just shoot for the character names Sam & Dean--we went straight to the actors, Jared & Jenson. :)
I went to Atwoods to buy a bottle kit and some kitten formula. I was a happy mama before I went to bed Wednesday night, as Jared, the weaker of the two who had drank more than his fill of degreaser when Sam had found him, had been eating very well and even gone #1 & #2!! But, unfortunately, I woke up Thursday morning to only 1 hungry, meeyipping baby kitty. Jared drifted away from us after putting up a hard fight to live for 2 days.
Immediately, I became even more attached to Jenson, and anywhere I went, he was right with me. We took him to Target, took him to Grandma's, even took him to our friends' house last night. He's a little go-getter...and loud, to say the least. And man, oh, man does he love his kitten formula!
I was so happy this afternoon when he finally went to the bathroom! lol I know it's gross, but I had been praying all day he would go...obviously, if he didn't, I knew bad things would happen.
Well, to my surprise, I woke up from my afternoon nap and found Jenson gasping for breaths and unable to move. I immediately had Sam tend to him and try to get him some water...I just couldn't bear to see him that way.
As I write this, I'm hoping I'll walk into the house to find him back to his happy-go-lucky self; although I'm not getting my hopes up. I told Sam NEVER to mention anything about any little creatures he ever sees again...and certainly not to bring them home. It's a lot more difficult than I anticipated, and I thought I could keep a distance, but it just didn't happen that way.
Nighty night.
Sarah
Last week, Sam brought home 2 very adorable, sweet, precious, itty, bitty, tiny, wittle, baby kittens. Not sure how old they were, but pretty certain they were only a day or two, as their eyes were yet to open. Blacker than black, and cute enough to be named Buttons and Cuddles, I prepared to take on the task of mothering these little dudes in hopes of simply getting them strong enough to be booted out on their own to help control our mouse population.
It didn't matter how much I told myself NOT to become attached...it just happened. We soon found ourselves thinking of names, and we didn't just shoot for the character names Sam & Dean--we went straight to the actors, Jared & Jenson. :)
I went to Atwoods to buy a bottle kit and some kitten formula. I was a happy mama before I went to bed Wednesday night, as Jared, the weaker of the two who had drank more than his fill of degreaser when Sam had found him, had been eating very well and even gone #1 & #2!! But, unfortunately, I woke up Thursday morning to only 1 hungry, meeyipping baby kitty. Jared drifted away from us after putting up a hard fight to live for 2 days.
Immediately, I became even more attached to Jenson, and anywhere I went, he was right with me. We took him to Target, took him to Grandma's, even took him to our friends' house last night. He's a little go-getter...and loud, to say the least. And man, oh, man does he love his kitten formula!
I was so happy this afternoon when he finally went to the bathroom! lol I know it's gross, but I had been praying all day he would go...obviously, if he didn't, I knew bad things would happen.
Well, to my surprise, I woke up from my afternoon nap and found Jenson gasping for breaths and unable to move. I immediately had Sam tend to him and try to get him some water...I just couldn't bear to see him that way.
As I write this, I'm hoping I'll walk into the house to find him back to his happy-go-lucky self; although I'm not getting my hopes up. I told Sam NEVER to mention anything about any little creatures he ever sees again...and certainly not to bring them home. It's a lot more difficult than I anticipated, and I thought I could keep a distance, but it just didn't happen that way.
Nighty night.
Sarah
6.05.2009
Thankful Thursday
Well, it's not the first time I've posted a Thankful Thursday on Friday, and I'm certain it won't be the last lol...man, having a walking 1-year-old and a curious 2-year-old is definitely a challenge. (Courtney, I have NO CLUE how you do with 5 and a 6th on the way!!!!!! You're one of my heroes! lol)
Today I'm thankful for simple things.
I'm thankful for the sky and sun and moon and stars.
I'm thankful for animals (like the 2 itty bitty tiny baby kittens I inherited this week...but will be glad to soon depart from...ANYBODY WANT 2 KITTENS???).
I'm thankful for trees and grass.
I'm thankful for thunder and rain.
I'm thankful for nail polish! :)
I'm thankful for throat-burnin' Pepsi!
I'm thankful for paper and markers.
I'm thankful for light and love.
My list could go on forever, but I'll stop here. Much love to you all...I miss every single one of you who read this!!!
I know it's Friday, but what are you thankful for today? :)
~Sarah
p.s. Annie...I'll let you know when the honey's ready...but we seriously need to get together soon so Maya and I can meet Callista! :)
Today I'm thankful for simple things.
I'm thankful for the sky and sun and moon and stars.
I'm thankful for animals (like the 2 itty bitty tiny baby kittens I inherited this week...but will be glad to soon depart from...ANYBODY WANT 2 KITTENS???).
I'm thankful for trees and grass.
I'm thankful for thunder and rain.
I'm thankful for nail polish! :)
I'm thankful for throat-burnin' Pepsi!
I'm thankful for paper and markers.
I'm thankful for light and love.
My list could go on forever, but I'll stop here. Much love to you all...I miss every single one of you who read this!!!
I know it's Friday, but what are you thankful for today? :)
~Sarah
p.s. Annie...I'll let you know when the honey's ready...but we seriously need to get together soon so Maya and I can meet Callista! :)
6.01.2009
It's Not About You
Well, we've done it again. Wichita has gained national news attention, but unfortunately, it's not for any commendable occasion. I could only come up with one word when trying to think of a good description of Dr. Tiller's assassination...pathetic.
I don't typically discuss controversial issues on my blog, but I'm feeling a little froggy today, and ya know how it goes...if ya feel froggy, jump. So here's my leap of faith:
Abortion is wrong. When a female OR male is responsible for an unwanted pregnancy, abortion is wrong. When a fetus is deformed, abortion is wrong. When "the baby will only survive for a few hours, if that...," abortion is wrong. When the blood tests come back positive for Downs Syndrome or Cystic Fibrosis or...abortion is wrong. When a beautiful, intelligent, talented, bright-future-ahead female is raped...abortion is wrong.
There's Someone in this world who is so much bigger and so much wiser...and definitely more powerful, than any of us little peanuts on earth. And the funny thing is, believe it or leave it, He has OUR best interest at heart. So you know what that tells me? That tells me that if a 13-year-old gets pregnant, God is busy knitting and forming a masterpiece that some how, some way, in HIS time will be used to glorify HIS name. Same goes for the baby with no arm or a cleft pallet...same goes for the broken-hearted parents holding their dead baby in a hospital room...same goes for the cute guy with Downs Syndrome singing in the school choir...and yes, same goes for the innocent, pure, Christian valedictorian who is raped on campus. If GOD really wants to terminate HIS masterpiece, HE has the ability to do so as HE sees fit.
All that to say this: who in the HECK do we really think we are?!?!?! And moreover, have 2 wrongs EVER resulted in 1 right?
My feelings are hurt and saddened, not only for Dr. Tiller's family, but also for the family of the man who chose to take Dr. Tiller's life, as well as for the church congregation where the tragedy took place. May each of us lift up in prayer these mentioned, and may we never forget that it's not about us, and it's ALL about Him.
Big Love,
Sarah
I don't typically discuss controversial issues on my blog, but I'm feeling a little froggy today, and ya know how it goes...if ya feel froggy, jump. So here's my leap of faith:
Abortion is wrong. When a female OR male is responsible for an unwanted pregnancy, abortion is wrong. When a fetus is deformed, abortion is wrong. When "the baby will only survive for a few hours, if that...," abortion is wrong. When the blood tests come back positive for Downs Syndrome or Cystic Fibrosis or...abortion is wrong. When a beautiful, intelligent, talented, bright-future-ahead female is raped...abortion is wrong.
There's Someone in this world who is so much bigger and so much wiser...and definitely more powerful, than any of us little peanuts on earth. And the funny thing is, believe it or leave it, He has OUR best interest at heart. So you know what that tells me? That tells me that if a 13-year-old gets pregnant, God is busy knitting and forming a masterpiece that some how, some way, in HIS time will be used to glorify HIS name. Same goes for the baby with no arm or a cleft pallet...same goes for the broken-hearted parents holding their dead baby in a hospital room...same goes for the cute guy with Downs Syndrome singing in the school choir...and yes, same goes for the innocent, pure, Christian valedictorian who is raped on campus. If GOD really wants to terminate HIS masterpiece, HE has the ability to do so as HE sees fit.
All that to say this: who in the HECK do we really think we are?!?!?! And moreover, have 2 wrongs EVER resulted in 1 right?
My feelings are hurt and saddened, not only for Dr. Tiller's family, but also for the family of the man who chose to take Dr. Tiller's life, as well as for the church congregation where the tragedy took place. May each of us lift up in prayer these mentioned, and may we never forget that it's not about us, and it's ALL about Him.
Big Love,
Sarah
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