God, why won't you rid me of my flaws? I'm too expressive, too passionate, too talky, too LOUD! (Click here to be encouraged through a quick story about why God doesn't just "snap his fingers".) Have you ever caught yourself crying a similar prayer? Have you ever wondered why you feel like you don't fit?... Continue Reading →
You may not be what you think you are. Find out why I've experienced all three "-verts" - extrovert, introvert, and ambivert - and how I've come to embrace who I am today (and you can, too!)
Hi. I'm Sara, and I'm a social-media-phobic. Read to find out why, up until six months ago, I loathed all forms of social media...
I'm hiding in my room with the door closed. My family is invaluable, enthusiastic, entertaining, loving, and caring; but today, I just want them to go away.
January is National Mentoring Month, and I'd love to tell you about my sister, my mentor - partly to brag on her, but also to paint a picture of how a mentor can enrich your life.
I'm so tired of people assuming that because I'm a deep-feeling, emotional, expressive person, I must also be irrational, mentally-unstable, and weak.
How More Grace (and Less Condemnation) Can Be Found in 2020 Keep reading to discover why it may be healthier for you to live out a New Year's Hope, rather than make a New Year's Resolution. Christmas is over. And if I’m quite honest, that tree standing over there in the corner of my living... Continue Reading →
What is your least favourite month of the year? Mine used to be November. Why? Because November feels dreary. November feels like an in between-Thanksgiving-and-Christmas, useless kind of a month during which the dormant, brown grass becomes a reflection of what I feel inside - not alive, not dead, just somewhat depressed while I wait... Continue Reading →
(Names and details herein have been changed to protect identities.) I knew my cheeks were glowing as red as my teacher’s cherry-painted fingernails. Salty tears rolled over my lips and down my chin. While I cried, Miss Winter towered over me, lecturing and wagging a polished forefinger at my burning face. I wasn’t a troublemaker.... Continue Reading →
Can Someone Tell Me How to Find Balance? I used to be a no-sugar Mom. Have you ever fed your kids sugar and then watched (with horror) as your sweet angels morphed into sugar-crazed Tasmanian devils? I have. "So, what?" you may say. "Kids run around in hyper-drive for an hour and then they crash. We've all been... Continue Reading →
At first, I wasn’t pregnant; then, I was. Simple. At least, that’s how it seemed when I first found out I was pregnant with my oldest child. Beliefs Change As my pregnancy progressed, however, I began reading books on how my baby was growing. I learned more about the workings of each delicate part that... Continue Reading →
Dad's Music Hat My Dad has a black, velvet, cowboy hat. He reserves it for special occasions; specifically, he only wears it when playing the fiddle before an audience. When I was a child, I tagged along to many of Dad’s performances at weddings, anniversaries, and fundraisers. While Dad entertained onstage alongside his music buddies,... Continue Reading →
Is it summer, yet? Calendar-wise, it's not summer until June 21st: weather-wise, though, summer has arrived! Today, despite the fact that it's sunny and 33 degrees Celsius, I'm still thinking about spring. I love spring. What do I love about spring? First, let me tell you what I don't love: how dirt and melted snow have... Continue Reading →
What’s your morning personality? Systematic Riser or Morning Sloth? If you lean toward the latter, I can identify. I confess I don’t have a morning routine. Not in the slightest. I am a wayward morning sloth. My husband, on the other hand, observes a daily morning ritual that baffles me: Every day upon waking, Justin... Continue Reading →
I once found a sheep stumbling around my living room. She scrambled onto the linen loveseat and, like a dog performing a rounding ritual before its nap, turned circles with her muddy hooves. After pounding a soiled ring into one of the cushions, she dropped down to the floor. She wandered aimlessly around the room... Continue Reading →
At five o’clock, the doorbell rang; and immediately, Thales wailed. It wasn’t really the doorbell’s fault. It was the “witching hour”. (WITCHING HOUR: The time of day when a child casts aside his God-given character in exchange for an unreasonable, erratic, emotion-driven persona. This recurring phenomenon begins at approximately quarter to five in the evening... Continue Reading →
In previous posts, I have confessed my weakness for all things Advent related. Christmas is still nine months away, however... Easter approaches! March 6th was the first day of Lent for 2019, and although our family doesn’t celebrate Lent in the traditional sense, I’ve decided to use this season as an opportunity to teach my... Continue Reading →
My heart belongs to the Rocky Mountains. They call to me, “Come home. Return home.” The mountains are my heritage – predestined by the Father, and set into motion by my parents more than fifty years ago… Mom and Dad were married in a white church, nestled inside a little town on the prairie –... Continue Reading →
She would not tolerate the abuse any longer. After weeks of harsh treatment at the hands of Sarai, her owner, Hagar had finally devised a plan to run away. She lay in bed, ready and waiting. When most everyone in the camp was asleep, Hagar rolled off her thin sleeping mat and slipped her tanned... Continue Reading →
No one asked me if I would like to be born on December 19th. I suppose my parents, also, had little say in the matter. It’s no one’s fault, then. But it does come with its challenges. My mother tells the story of how, as a young child, I ardently pointed out to my father... Continue Reading →
One sleep ‘till Christmas! …and 15 days behind on our family advent readings. I should have known, but I really thought this year would be different… We started off so well. (You can read about our family’s advent plan and DIY Jesse Tree here.) Our Jesse Tree was finished and waiting for it’s first ornament.... Continue Reading →
On a dark December night four years ago, I received an unexpected gift -- a gift which left me standing alone in the mudroom cradling a gargantuan black garbage bag in my weepy arms. This gift was set into motion, unbeknownst to me, one week before... It had been late November and Christmas was fast... Continue Reading →