Isaiah 43:19 says, “Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
And it is, indeed, a season of new things in my life. So good!
I put this blog aside for so long because each time I sat down to write, I felt some kind of pressure. Did I have anything to say? And some people I know in real life know that I blog and what will they think? And what will people who don’t know me think?
Stupid peer pressure. Stupid insecurity.
Psalm 40:5 says, “Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.”
And Psalm 78:4 says, “We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the LORD, and his strength, and his wonderful works that he hath done.”
And that, I believe, is what this is about.
When I don’t write, something in me withers. Not because I’m such a writer, but because He is such a GOOD God. There is too much to say to put every divine Thumbprint of His Grace in words, so much so that I cannot help but spill them out whether in ink or keyboard. I echo the Psalmist; when I didn’t even speak the good, my heart burned within me.
So I am here. Speaking the good.
In the line of (re)introductions, my name is Sarah. I’m a daughter of the King. I’m married to a man who loves Jesus even more than he loves me, and travels extensively (hence the blog title). We’ve been blessed with three beautiful kiddos. I need to figure out what to call them here. Hewey, Dewey, and Louie are not appropriate as two are girls. I’ll figure it out along the way.
We homeschool our children. It began as a conviction to allow each of them to spend as much time with their Daddy as possible; it has grown into so much more. As a former public school teacher, I am by no means anti-public/private/traditional school, but firmly believe that God has a will for every child in each season and stage of his/her life that we as parents are responsible to pray over and obey. This is our family’s home season for each of our three. I hope it lasts the rest of their education, but if He says “,public school” tomorrow, I’ll be at registration wearing a smile because they’re His before they’re mine.
So that’s me. Us. Nutshell, you see.
And I feel like a weight has been lifted as I type here. I hope I meet some brave new friends across the miles as I restart this little corner of the interweb. And, Father, *thank You* for freeing me to write. Thank You for showing me what brave looks like.
Brave looks like honest, and I cannot help but tell of You!