transition + more...

i am a firm believer in keeping things simple. this time of transition in my life {or coming upon it} has left me anxiety-ridden.

i’ve wrapped the twine so tightly around my finger, my pulse is cutting off. & turning it blue.

but i still have hope. i’ve heard it said that if God cares so much to create a beautiful sunset or breathtaking mountains all for US to enjoy, then can you even fathom the love He has for us? He loves THAT much + more.

my hope + heart overflows at the sight of a single vibrant red leaf, of the warm scent of maple pumpkin candles permeating my apartment, of a kitten eager for my attention + purring in my presence. & He cares about that too.

& it clears the air of the anxiety. He knows the plan He has for me. & although i’m in the hallway with no door to open yet, He is present. how’s about that for peace of mind?

hope will lead us on,

sarahjobell

to the glory {of the One who made you.}

this morning i was thinking about how frustrated + disappointed i’ve been over decisions made by people i care about.

& how rough my job feels when I’m dragging myself out of bed at 5 am, wondering if it will be a good or bad day at work.

& struggling to understand why a kind-hearted, Christian man just got diagnosed with terminal cancer.

so i listened to some new, uplifting steven curtis chapman music, then drove to quiktrip.

there, a man in front of me in line bought my drink, two packages of gum, & gummie worms.  i told him, “thank you so much, but you didn’t have to do that.” he said, “that’s the gorgeous thing. that i didn’t HAVE to do it.” even if i hadn’t been the one receiving this gift, i think i still would have been moved just by witnessing this + hearing these words.

i realized {while on the verge of tears} that God is in the small stuff. & i think He knew i needed to see Him work in my life today.

& although that man may never know how thankful i am for his generosity, i am sure glad i serve a God that makes Himself so apparent in the world around me.

it is hands down, the most incredible thing.

this is my evidence,

sarahjobell

{gathering} dust.

i think i’ve completely lost the magic {in my writing.}

i’ve tossed this blog to the side like a used toy.

& i forgot how precious this blog is to me.

it’s been sitting patiently in the corner for two months now.

gathering dust.

a classic piano that is now out of tune.

an old worn-out-pages-creased book.

a treasure that’s still hidden away in the attic.

i hope i can breathe some life back into this.

somehow.

  

sarahjobell.

summer {vibes}.

well friends, as wonderful as it’s been, it’s time to wrap up my summer festivities.

& let me tell you, it’s flown by!

…i’ve been running for almost 2 months now… & am up to 4.7 miles!

…been on roadtrips to kansas for a wedding + to missouri for a float trip/lake weekend.

…ran in the color run + another 5k for the american baseball league.

… & now i’m about to go bananas in belize for 2 weeks!!! {note:: this vaca is falling on my one year anniversary + it’s the same place we honeymooned… & it wasn’t even planned that way}

so although i apologize for being so absent with my blogging, i must say it’s been worth the break! i feel like i’ve truly soaked up my summer. with that said, i will officially return at the end of august//beginning of september.

now it just needs to cool off a tad.

soakin’ up the rest of the rays,

 sarahjo

your story's not over.

i pray for that girl i once knew.

that good girl.

the girl with an unchangeable heart.

that didn’t have to rely on a boy.

with a faith you couldn’t break,

brimming with integrity,

secure in herself.

you’re still that girl.

roughin' it.

drove. pitched a tent. ran in the crisp morning. black coffee + baked beans for breakfast. canoed all day. burnt shoulders. camped out. drove some more. lake time. water skiing. tubing with my momma. cliff jumping. water up my nose. twice. more burnt skin.

& totally worth the crazy looking sun rash i had last night.

oh how i love summer weekend-ing,

sarahjobell

nobody.knows.

bags are by the door,

hearts are on the floor

there’s a bottle of tears on the dresser drawer…

nobody knows the trouble we’ve seen

nobody knows the price of this dream

& nobody knows what it took to believe.

{i just want to be free, like a runaway.}

falling.down.

take these broken streets

take these broken dreams

hold my hand like we’re walking free.

top of our lungs hallelujah

where pain + love bleed into one.

left {behind}

let’s face it::

some moments + memories are better left stashed away.