My roots are showing.
But then those roots aren’t something I can change. I can move on from the parts which no longer serve my faith or God. There’s just no erasing the past. At least I’m free to keep the parts which support my faith and still serve God.
For those unfamiliar with the words of the title when used as a greeting, the traditional response is: He is risen indeed.
For He is indeed risen to be my salvation. The only means by which I can reach God. I find an inexhaustible source of hope in that.
In a universe which feels so immense. I just want to curl up inside myself. How can God use something so insignificant?
That’s the doubts creeping in. The comparing of all the broken pieces of me to the seemingly unbroken appearance of others.
But how to replace the doubts with faith? How do I stop making unfair comparisons? Not easily, that’s for certain.
Sometimes all the prayer in the world doesn’t seem to hold any answers. Sometimes God feels so completely out of reach. Sometimes I feel so broken and disconnected from anything and everything around me.
And yet God can reach me even there. Even when I’m feeling my smallest and most insignificant.
And for that I thank Him.
On WordPress, starting a blog, by faith and a whole lot of grace. Because without those two, I wouldn’t have even considered doing something like this. So, here I go.
I’m Sarah. I’m a wife. I’m a mother. I dabble in custom sewing, crafts and jewelry, which I’m hoping to eventually turn into a web based business. I do a bit of writing and a lot of editing and formatting for other people via a publishing start up I’m supposedly a partner in. The supposedly part of that is a very long story which may or may not turn up as a separate post.
Most importantly, I’m a child of God.
Not that long ago, I wouldn’t have considered saying that even to myself. And there are a lot of people in my life currently who wouldn’t believe it. Who may never believe it because my path to God hasn’t been the proscribed one I was taught growing up. And because even now the ways I choose to live out my faith aren’t necessarily what they think faith in God should look like.
But it’s my path, my journey, my faith and, in the end, my salvation.
I can’t dictate anyone else’s path. I don’t want to. It’s all I can do to follow my own. Still, it’s comforting to know I’m not alone. And if any of this resonates with you, I want you to know you’re not alone either.