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Showing posts from September, 2014

Nothing Gold Can Stay

From the platform at the top of the park, I could see the faint outlines and some of the remaining bricks of where the foundations of buildings once stood. The plaques scattered throughout the park show pictures of how life was just a hundred years ago--a mill, a storage building, a pedestrian bridge, all bustling with activity and industry. My eyes go back and forth from busy pictures to the scene before me, quiet and overrun with foliage. It's hard to believe so much has changed in so little time.

I love places like this. Places that echo with the voices of lives once lived. They keep me grounded. They remind me that my life is just a tiny blip in the vastness of eternity. My mind starts looking forward, to what this place will look like in another hundred years. I wonder who will stand here and wonder about my life and how I lived it. I wonder if they will look at my pictures and dream about a day in the life of Sarah in 2014. 
Let us keep proper perspective of our lives. Let us …


I love me a clean house! The feel of a squeaky floor under my bare feet or the smell of fresh linens on my bed. Ahhh! It only lasts about 5 minutes before the dog, or the baby, or the husband track in something...but it's 5 minutes I thoroughly enjoy!

I've recently gotten back into the habit of taking a cue from ancient Jewish culture--getting my house in order before the Sabbath so I can focus on more important things. A few extra minutes washing dishes on Friday night, means more time for making pancakes instead of fishing for a clean dish Saturday morning. A quick vacuuming of crumbs and dog hair Friday night, means a clean canvas for wrestling, tickle fights, and reading all weekend. It means we can pack up and go out of town for the weekend or pack up a picnic lunch to take to the park. It means giving myself permission to not be a clean freak for a few days each week, and to do some of the other things I don't get to do--like painting, or reading, or sitting on the po…

Straight, No Chaser

I had followed the instructions and set-up the weight machine and my body on it step-by-step. Or so I thought. I could have just asked a trainer about it, but I figured I am reasonably intelligent and should be able to figure this out on my own. A few reps in, an older man stepped up behind me, told me to stop, and fixed the settings. "You might wanna use it the right way," he said. I mumbled something about how I thought I may have been using it wrong, and he just gave me a look of pity that said something like "Honey, you should probably not be here if you don't know the ropes." I finished my sets feeling like a complete idiot, but oh-so-thankful someone stepped in and saved me from my stupidity (and from possibly injuring myself).

There are days I need someone to show me the ropes of marriage. I think I have it all down, until a friend, or mentor, or parent shows me a better way of doing it, and I wonder why I didn't ask for help in the first place. My I-…

Thank You

A couple weeks ago, we had a traveling mechanic come to work on our car
and he brought his wife with him. They had no idea our windows were open and working in the kitchen, I could clearly hear everything they were saying. All kinds of awful words thrown at each other every few minutes at very high volume. Honestly, at first, I was shocked and thought maybe our mechanic was arguing with the parts guy on the phone. Nope. It was his wife. And she was just as awful as he.

Maybe I've been sheltered most of my life. Maybe I have high expectations for what marriage should be. Maybe I'm just a romantic. But whatever it is, this scene shook me to the core. I felt a deep sadness for this couple and wondered if they knew the effects their words had on each other. And I wondered, if they were this bad in public, how awful things must be behind closed doors. I started to think about how lucky I was this scene would never play out with my husband. And then I started to think about all the …