When I look back on life it doesn’t seem like my own. It seems like I’ve lived many different lives. It seems like I’ve given so many parts of me away that I can’t find myself. I don’t remember who I am or if I was ever really anyone to remember.
— always blooming
Assuming most of you know me if you’re jumping on ship here, but for those who don’t.. I’m Sara. That papa bear there is my high school sweetheart and husband of ten solid (yet wild) years. He is the one person who has seen the absolute worst side of me, yet he loves me something fierce. I know I say it often, but I know Jesus loves me, because he gave me Shane. Now.. if only Jesus could have taught him to pick up his dang laundry. 😜 Together we have six kiddos. Though if I’m being honest, there will always be room in our family photos for the one who we all miss deeply, and the two we never got to meet. But those are stories for another day. Forest is our oldest, & made me momma. He is rocking 9 years old, playing every single sport like a rockstar and mouthing off like crazy 🙄. August is next in line at 7 years old. She’s the most creative part of our family. She’s silly & sensitive, an absolute gem. Next is our Ugandan son, Moses, who is 6. This kid is tough, brave, & a big goofball. He has been through more than anyone should ever have to, and is making his way into the world beautifully. Coming up fourth, at four years old, is the crazy, loud, energetic Crosby. This kid wears me out! He is hilarious and so loving. He is 100% boy. Running around loving his role as both 1 year old baby and big brother is Wilder. What a gift this one is. He is gentle & rough if that’s possible. He is shy & silly, and a total daddy’s boy. Last but not least is our angel baby, Georgia. She wrapped up the baby having years for us, and is doing so in style. She is miss bubbly & the best snuggler & sleeper around. Now do you see why my cabin is “full?” Full of goodness & noise & chaos. The absolute best. #motherhoodunplugged
Fight for Indigenous women. Fight for black women. Fight for brown women. Fight for trans women. Fight for sex working women. And shout out to all those women who didn’t or couldn’t march because of work, children, responsibilities, illness, trauma, or any other damn reason.
We have lost too many sisters, too many mothers, cousins, aunties, friends to trafficking, to kidnapping, to murders. Our number of missing women rises every year- an unknown number (1,000-4,000)- a haunting number- that leaves no answers for loved ones. No why? Who? Or how?... We are left to mourn our sisters but we will not mourn in silence. Continue to fight to spread the word on Missing & Murdered Indigenous Women, in all ways you know how! Our voices together cannot be drowned out! NO MORE STOLEN SISTERS! #MMIW#womensmarch#2018#rapidcity#southdakota#nativewomen#nativewomenrising#march#useyourvoice#feminism#powerful#reclaimyourpower#blackhills#lakota
Every few days I struggle with the regret of starting this challenge. My days are so filled already that sometimes the last thing I want to do when I get home is create something else. However, what keeps me going is when I look back on what I’ve already done and see what did or didn’t work and the progress that’s already taken place. And of course, all your sweet words of encouragement 😊 It’s sort of magical. Here’s to being one-fifth of the way there! 🎉
"No toques, por favor, mis alas de cristal" 😔
Fragmento de una obra sin título.
Autor: Mildred Lyons
Definitivamente escribir es la mejor forma que conozco de decir algo que nadie sabe cómo oír.
There is something so calming and uplifting about the ocean. I live 5 minutes away from the sea and whenever I feel low or overwhelmed, I just go for a walk and take it all in. Today is a little grey here in Brisbane, perfect for a long walk on the shore!
My soul, my essence, and my being is all owed to this woman. Everytime I am missing my grandmother, I stop to think how much more my mother must be missing her. Take care of your momma's! #saturyay#motherdaughterlove
Day 18 of #21daysinmyartworld Its time to celebrate!! Today I am celebrating that exactly one year ago I bit the bullet and painted along this flowery YouTube tutorial by @thankfulart That was the first time I ever painted anything, aside from experimenting with watercolour pencils. When I painted these flowers I didn’t have the right colours, or a decent paint brush, or a canvas. Which helped to not have very high expectations 😜 Yet it turned out surprisingly well and I was hooked. I did a few more tutorials by @thankfulart and @theartsherpa and it was all I needed to learn the basics of acrylic painting! I have come a long way since then and it is hard to believe that I only started painting in January 2017! I am so grateful that I finally listened to that niggling, inner voice that told me to just get started! Have you ever tried anything that seemed really strange/unreasonable at the time but turned out to be great? 💗
For years I let the voices in my mind dictate my everyday choices, both big & small. The issue here lies in the foundation & source of those voices. For most of my 28 years I believed life was about me working my hardest to fit into what others needed or desired me to be. “To make friends or please family I need to become who they wish me to be, and do whatever they might like me to do.” This also spilled directly over into my so called “relationship” with Jesus. In reality I wasn’t in relationship, in the truest sense of the word, with anyone. I was too busy trying & failing to ever just “be.” It all left me empty, depressed, feeling unlovable, and terribly alone. It all came to a roaring head in 2016 when the anxiety & burden of my chosen lifestyle caused me to hit a wall. I was in turmoil & grief. A deep, deep darkness. No where was safe, no one was trust worthy. It was there in that quiet, heavy space that for the first time in my life I came face to face with the monsters in my heart. Ya know what? It totally wrecked my life, and every day since has been a journey towards an endless supply of beauty & grace. In this new space I will began to share my story. It’s not always peachy & some parts may make you uncomfortable.. you’re welcome to the little “unfollow” button up there if I become too much. 😘 Along with my story I am just plain giddy to share with you about life with six kids! The good, bad, and plain chaotic. I’m going to share with you about my love for health & wellness. How I find spiritual health through community, conversation, writing, reading, and song; and physical health through essential oils, preventive medicine, & diet/exercise. I plan to once again advocate for the things my soul sings to, that for so long I’ve lost my will to preach. Things like adoption, mission & charity work, mental wellness & motherhood. And along the way, I’ll get to share with you all the nooks & crannies of our most beautiful home. Not only have I found myself & my voice again, or perhaps for the first time, but I have also found “home,” which I’ve been searching for since I was a young broken hearted little girl. Stick around. This place is going to be special
// Day 18 of the #21daysinmyartworld • Celebrate! • Today I’m showing you my first work that lead to my discovery of installation. My work currently incorporates painting and installation but without this piece I wouldn’t of discovered installation at all. This piece lead to multiple pieces that were displayed on the floor. They acted as a miniature landscape ✨
“This makes all the difference. If you are filled with shame and guilt, you do not merely need to believe in the abstract concept of God’s mercy. You must sense on the palate of the heart, as it were, the sweetness of his mercy. Then you will know you are accepted.
If you are filled with worry and anxiety, you do not only need to believe that God is in control of history. You must see, with eyes of the heart, his dazzling majesty. Then you will know he has things in hand.” - Tim Keller
“His Love is like honey, or like wine. Rather than only believing that he is loving, we can come to sense the reality, the beauty, and the power of his love. His love can become more real to you than the love of anyone else. It can delight, galvanize, and console you. That will lift you up and free you from fear like nothing else.” - Tim Keller
“There is a difference between believing that God is holy and gracious, and having a new sense on the heart of the loveliness and beauty of that holiness and grace.” - Tim Keller
Though I started reading The Prodigal God over a year ago, it’s a book I’ve throughly enjoyed and have, simultaneously, experienced deep conviction.
Here are some words that have been resonating lately.
@yosoycandle isn’t just a candle business, it is a purpose driver. When I first met Leslie Abrams, her brand resonated with me deeply because I am a firm believer that anything we want to achieve is already within us, we just have to clear path.
I was beyond happy to sit down with Leslie and talk about her journey. The entire interview is on the link in my bio, it’s really inspiring! ✨
Life gets so busy and overwhelming that it becomes very hard to focus on the positive.⠀ ⠀
Today, let's be grateful and chose to enjoy the little things in life. ⠀
For me, it's checking out the lorikeets in the garden eating our mangoes and taking care of my succulents.⠀
What will it be for you?⠀