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All I Need

"All I Need is You, Jesus!"

I used to sing it passionately in church. I used to pray it fervently in my quiet times.

But I don't believe it anymore.

Yep. That's right. Jesus is not all I need.

Before I get stoned to death for heresy, let me explain. 

By saying, "Jesus is not all I need," I'm not saying "I don't need Jesus." I'm not saying that I've lost faith in Him. I'm not saying that I don't need Him first and foremost. I am saying that Scripture shows that this "All I need is You" culture was not the Lord's intent.

Even in Eden, the first man was lonely. He had unhindered, face-to-face contact with the Creator, and he was lonely! There was no sin, no shame, no ugliness of any kind, and he was lonely! He was so lonely, that the Lord in his compassion said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." And then when He created the first woman, He told them to "be fruitf…

Giveaway Week!

Having lived in Ohio for about 3 years now, I have learned to embrace the peace and quiet that cold, snowy winters bring. My daughter and I have loved long walks through the quiet woods and crystal clear nights to watch the stars. But we've also enjoyed being indoors more, sipping on broth and tea, catching up on movies, and doing more craft projects.

One of my favorite things to do now on a quiet Saturday morning is turn on some worship or a podcast and color. There is something so comforting about coloring because it takes me back to a simpler time of childhood memories. I love that coloring isn't just for kids anymore. There are so many adult coloring books out there now and they are all beautiful!

Scripture coloring books with tear-out pages and extras like bookmarks and cards to color are my favorite! When I'm done with a picture, I can send it to a friend in a card or hang it on my mirror or fridge to inspire me throughout the week.

This is why I'm so excited to…

Beauty

I was reminded this week that I have a unique beauty that only I can give to the world as a woman and as an individual. It reminded me of this post I wrote 3 years ago...

I walk by her at the front desk every morning. A very put-together, no-nonsense woman. I'm very intimidated by her and usually try to avoid eye-contact.

Until today.
I don't normally use the first-floor ladies room, but this morning the one upstairs was full and so was my bladder, so I ran downstairs and as I walked into the ladies room, so did she. 
I asked her how her morning was going, and what ensued was a conversation about life, love, and loss. She explained how she had moved from Virginia not too long ago to be closer to her elderly parents. Just days after she had moved in, her Daddy passed away. She described sitting by his side and laying her head on his head as he took his final breaths. Now she went home every afternoon to take care of her mom who is a stroke victim. 
I was speechless. I could see the …

Everything I Thought I Knew

Relationship magazines, advertisements for women, submission talks in church, modesty talks in youth group, and my mother's and grandmother's own views about men and their own broken relationships...I brought all these lessons with me into my marriage, ready to be the greatest wife ever! But I have been disappointed by some of this advice and I've had to relearn a few things along the way. 

1) As long as you're a good cook and keep a clean home, your husband will be happy. (Ok, there's sex too, but I'll talk about it later)  A few dirty dishes, which to me are the end of the world, aren't even on my husband's radar. He'd rather me sit with him and watch a movie or work on a project together.

2) You're too fat, you forgot to shave, your tan lines are showing, your breasts are too small, your butt is too big, your hair is too flat. It was absolutely terrifying to stand naked in front of my husband for the first time-- for the first hundred times. It…

Celebrating With Our First Giveaway!

Hello, sweet readers!
I have loved getting to know each of you on the blog and FB page! A big thank you to each of you for helping us reach 100 likes on our FB page. It may seem like such a small accomplishment, but it's huge for this girl who never dreamed she'd be writing for anyone else other than herself. So thank you again! 
I'm giving away a small gift from one of my favorite shops (and one I'm excited to be an affiliate for!), The Daily Grace Co. So head on over to our FB page and comment for a chance to win! 
Enter the giveaway here: Marriage Is Not For Wimps Facebook Page
Much love, Sarah 

Back to the Future

“We are being changed into his very image, from one degree of glory to the next”
2 Corinthians 3:18
Yesterday morning I was writing a recommendation for a friend who is going to start working on his doctorate soon. I was blown away by how much time has passed since we were college classmates. We are now both married and live on different coasts. And while I'm proud of what he has accomplished and excited about where I am in my life as well, part of me longs to go back to our college days. Back to the days when studying was the biggest worry in our lives. Back when we served the poor on our missions trips and fed the hungry on Friday nights. Back when we naively thought we were invincible and were going to single-handedly save the world. 
I finished the email, pressed the “send” button, and turned to get on with my day.
Later, the same feelings of longing washed over me again. This time as I was putting away the tiny onesies and socks Lydia had worn in those first few precious days she…

No More Hide and Seek

I'm a pretty even-keeled person, but once in a while, something will happen that will trigger and then override my usually polite self.

My husband says I let things build up and then one silly little thing will set me off. The proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. For instance, when I feel peopled-out (meaning it's been several days since I've had any time to myself) and my daughter, or an acquaintance, or my mom asks me to do something for them, I explode. Okay, so it's more like I implode. I don't kick and scream.  I shut down. I cry. I lock myself away and refuse to see anyone. 
Through my husband pointing this out to me, the Lord has been teaching me to be aware of my emotions, and more importantly to submit my emotions to Him. It's been a lesson in trusting the Lord with my most vulnerable self. He is teaching me to run to Him even when I don't feel like it. And that is very hard to do for this "I'll figure it out myself" person…

Becoming Me

A few years ago, I came to the realization that I was a Christian, a writer, a worshipper, and an outdoor lover long before I was a wife. And while my role of wife is an important one, it's not my only identity. I had at first been so caught up in attending to all my husband's needs and following his dreams, that I had neglected my own. I was burned out and bitter. It was mentors and writers, like Sheila Wray Gregoire, who inspired me to balance my identity as "Sarah: the writer, the Jesus follower, and the outdoor lover" with "Sarah: the wife." This blog is just one result of that balance.

I am super excited to now be partnering with Sheila and her team! She's the author of the book, The Good Girl's Guide to Great Sex. (Check out my affiliate link below.) Her articles have both challenged and encouraged me. She has more to say on the topic of being a "perfect Christian wife" in her article:

I Am Not Just a Christian Wife, I Am a Christian

Brave

Oak paneling. Leather chairs. Sweet pipe smoke intermingled with the richness of men's cologne. The sound of raspy voices sharing stories and the occasional deep-voiced laugh. Somewhere in my mind, there is a memory of a place like this. A place my dad used to go when I was a child and I used to love to follow. A place whose very walls could tell stories of danger, and romance, and heroism. It's a place where you could breathe in the very essence of masculinity and camaraderie. I felt small (in a good way). I felt safe. I felt brave.

When we were courting, I used to feel that same way with my husband. Everything he did was amazing, and there was nothing he couldn't do. But too often I've allowed life to suck the wonder out of our relationship. What happened? Where did the danger, and romance, and heroism go?

It is still there, but I have failed to see it. I have forgotten how to see the knight in shining armor, and only see the knight who leaves his armor on the floor an…

Through New Eyes

Over the last few years, we have had many new friends over to our house for dinner or games. It always pleasantly surprises me when they comment on something that has all but become invisible to me. They ask me about where that picture was taken, or who painted that piece, or where did we get that desk, and as I tell them the funny or sweet story behind each object I realize what a rich and wonderful marriage we have had. 
My husband and I have moved so many times in our short marriage, that we have had to leave behind anything that isn't useful or sentimental. And we've had days when we could barely buy a gallon of milk, much less buy a new piece of furniture. So our home has become a fun, albeit eclectic collection of curbside finds and going-away gifts. Even as I sit in my dining room writing this, I can see easily see a dozen things that have been given to us or made by us. They are a constant reminder of how much we are loved and how many memories we've made together. 

Unloved

About 2 years ago I wrote a post about my struggles with not feeling loved by my husband. During this time, the Lord led me to a group of mentors that helped me get my footing again in my marriage. Some of these mentors were people I met in real life, and others, like Jolene Engle, were people whose stories, books, and teachings I listened to online. Jolene's words were hard to hear at first, because I was so deep in my own self-pity, but as the Lord softened my heart, her words became life-giving. She really tackles the hard, heart issues in marriage and I am the better for it. The link to her article is below:

10 Reasons Why a Husband Isn’t Loving His Wife with Christ-Like Love


Alone

I love my alone time.

I love time to write and color and think and read and talk to the Lord. 

I love stepping on a trail, swimming, and taking baths because it's all things I can do utterly and deliciously alone. 

It's funny that at one point in my life I thought that when I got married I wouldn't need alone time because I'd be able to share everything with my soulmate. But the truth is quite the opposite. Unless I am alone for a time, unless I have the freedom to be myself and with the Lord, I am no good to be with others. Especially not my husband. 

I have to be alone, because if I'm not, I look to my husband to fill all my expectations. I look to him to give me attention all the time, to listen to everything I have to say, to be everything that I, unrealistically, want him to be. I start to get disappointed when he doesn't get home early, or if he goes to bed before I do, or if he simply leaves his dirty socks on the floor. 

I have to be alone so that I can be t…

Tall, Dark, and Handsome

Me: "What's your type?"

Him: "Whad'ya mean 'type'?"

Me: "You know...type. Everyone has one. Do you prefer a blonde, a brunette, a ginger? Athletic? Short or tall? Quiet or talkative? Artistic or nerdy?"

This was the conversation my husband and I had on a long car ride once. A lot of laughter ensued, as well as a few new realizations.

I discovered, much to my relief and amazement, that I was indeed my husband's "type"--dark eyes, olive skin, and, ahem...curves. And to his surprise and amazement, he found that physically, he's not my "type" at all. Not to say I don't find my husband physically attractive--I think he's a total hottie!--but it's just that his build and features were not what I would have looked for when I was dating. 

Him: "So what is your type, then?"

Me: "Honestly? Um...ok, I got it. Think Hugh Jackman in the Wolverine movies. Dark, broad-shouldered, mysterious."

Him: &quo…

Unexpected Lessons

Since I'm taking a break from writing this week, I was looking back through my blog archive and found this one from 2012. 

When I was single, I had never had a budget. I had never saved away in an account. I never felt I needed to. I made sure all my bills were paid and appointments were made and that seemed to be enough. 

I never understood why a couple would want to get a divorce over something as intangible as money. It didn't seem like such a complicated thing. 

After all, now that I'm married, life should be better with two incomes, right? That means twice the money to spend as we please. Right?

Not exactly. 

There are two vehicles, two mouths, and two very different ways of looking at finances. Not to mention four hands pulling out of one bank account.  The car needs new tires, the furnace stopped working, and I need a wedding present for a friend this weekend. But the mortgage is due, the phone bill is due, and that parking ticket still needs to be paid.

We have felt the…

My First Love

Happy Fourth of July! Hope you are all enjoying a restful day with your loved ones as we celebrate this historic day. I'm taking a break from writing this week but wanted to share a post from July 2015 that's still as true and beautiful as ever. Enjoy!


I'm a huge romantic. As in mentally-matchmaking-my-single-friends-and-asking-strangers-about-their-love-lives romantic. I had a new crush every week when I was younger, and I'd dream about having a great adventure someday with my true love. I still love to watch older couples holding hands or sitting side by side on a park bench. Give me a sweet note or a walk at sunset and I'm a happy woman!
But reality is not always romantic. And neither is my husband. And most days I'm okay with that. I realize that he is a man raised in a household of men. I also realize that because he's a man he doesn't even remotely think about things like flowers, or candles, or perfume. Or birthdays or holidays. Or breakfast in bed…