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Today as I was driving the kids home from their home school co-op, the windows in the van started fogging up because it was cold-ish outside and our warm bodies were heating up the little piece of space we were occupying for the moment. It made me feel so alive. It's good to be alive.

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There are things I want. Goals in life I have. Some of them are just mine to achieve, but most of them are mutual, shared with my husband. Some of them are as small as wanting to run a marathon, and some of them are so big and scary that I cannot say them out loud (yet), but Kevin knows them and God knows them.It feels good to work towards things. Without this desire, this urgent want for

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Living. It has been different the last few months.My daughter almost died and God brought her back to me, perfect and whole. A miracle.And somehow, that's changed everything. I'm only just now starting to soak this in.It's hard to share and I try my best to pretend that everything is back to normal on the outside.Some days I find myself driving to the grocery store and I just cry and cry until

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Since the day I became a mother, one of my daily prayers has been this: that all my kids would live longer than I would.Because no mother wants to live through the grief of knowing that a child from their womb has been torn from this world before their time. And in a perfect world, no mother would ever have to.Five days ago, I almost lost my daughter, Trinity.We were told on the way to the

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I have no idea if anyone is still out there reading this blog...but if you are,a) Wow, you have the patience of an elephantandb) I AM planning to begin blogging again soon. I'm in the process of moving this blog over to my husband's new website/blog software coming out shortly, and I have some very fun plans for this blog! So stay tuned if you're interested. :)In the meantime, feel free to

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827411471672985594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681877.post-14515972472097414642007-06-13T08:28:00.000-05:002007-06-13T09:28:19.239-05:00

Today I begin a new decade of my life. Normally I don't care about birthdays. In my late 20's I actually started getting confused about how old I really was. Several times, I accidentally told people the wrong age. It just really didn't seem to matter. 26? 27? What was the difference?But this year, my birthday suddenly matters. As a wise man recently said, "30 is for women what 40 is for men."

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The following video was shown at RHCC's Saturday night worship tonight and as a 1) Mac snob (I'm SORRY! I didn't plan to become one! I just couldn't help it, my Mac is just THAT cool, dude!) and a 2) trying-really-hard Christian who's throw-up sick of the fakeness and judgmentalism (yes I made both those words up on purpose because my brain is a little on the slow side tonight after being

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On Saturday night, for the very first time ever, I played the piano in a church of Christ worship.It was a pretty powerful experience.I was nauseatingly nervous before. I mean, in what other universe would I be standing alone on stage with Rick Atchley, playing a solo and making up background music on the spot? What if I messed up the transitions, messed everyone else up, made a fool of myself?

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I'm utterly impressed that some people actually remembered that I'd promised to divulge something 10 days ago.It's actually not that exciting...some of you will be like, "Um. Duh. Didn't she already try that before? Booooring" And many of you already knew, anyway, because I'm such a big blabbermouth.But here goes anyway.Doesn't she have enough blogs?

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Well, you get what you ask for, Shenna. You people really are gluttons for punishment.(Yet) Six (More) Weird Things about Me.1 - Our fish tank exploded a few days ago. Now we have 653 baby tetra fish. And what I do? I stand there and stare at the cute little baby fishies all day long. I can't take my eyes off of them, they are mesmerizing. Hey, anybody want to start a fish tank? We'll give

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I was a preacher's kid.When I was two, we lived in a little apartment above the church building. I had this little dinky toy piano. My mother was astonished one day to hear me plunking out hymns on my little dinky toy piano. "She must be a musical prodigy!" my parents thought. They immediately began what turned into years of financial sacrifice and started sending me for piano lessons at the

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At 9pm yesterday night I auditioned for something. It was the first time in years I'd auditioned for anything. I was the very last person they heard, because it was sort of a last minute decision and I got the very last slot available. I have been interested in this opportunity ever since I heard of it, but I decided to wait and pray about it a little and not stress out about making a decision

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True confession:I never thought it would be possible... but lately I've been bored with the whole blogging thing. I know this must come as a shock to many of you. :) I haven't decided what I'm going to do about that yet. Ride it out? Shut it down? Maybe I'll take a poll. Okay, all of you who're tired of reading my babble, write me an anonymous comment telling me how bored you are with my

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Well, well, well.First of all, I have to admit that the only reason I'm posting this is because in over three illustrious years of blogging I don't think I've ever missed an entire month before, and I realized tonight that if I don't post at least once in November, then "November 2006" will be missing from my archives and that will totally freak me out inside, sorta like when the orthodontist

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My husband and I were woken up in the middle of last night by a putrid smell wafting through our bedroom. I sat up gagging and figured out that the cat must have gotten into the dog food again - every time she does that, she has diarrhea on our bathroom rug. I really think I'm beginning to hate cats.So I dragged myself up and stumbled into the bathroom to take care of the mess while Kevin

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Awhile back, our dear friends Elisa and Tim were making a long list of names for their unborn daughter. After months of intense deliberation, they finally narrowed it down to five. Of those five, their plan was to pick two for their baby's first and middle names.For the last couple of months, every time we'd see them, we'd annoy them by asking if they'd chosen a combination yet. Each time,

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So, you like my new virtual digs?Ever since I was a little girl, I've always wanted a cool nickname. But Sarah is almost impossible to make a nickname out of. So I was nicknameless for years and my life never felt quite complete.Then I went to college, and met some cool people who bequeathed me with the gift of a lifetime - the nickname "Soyrah". They also started inserting the word "soy" in

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One of my cool readers, Cindy from Georgia, wrote me the following haiku today.I read Sarah's blogToday there is nothing newPatiently I waitThank you, Cindy, for sharing your brilliant talent with us (and also providing me with today's post!)More tomorrow, I promise.

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I download Firefox;Happy, I open my blog.Poop! It looks like poop!Thank you my friends who use Firefox, for not telling me.I weep at this, the gravest of betrayals.**Sept 20 - my hot IT guy fixed it. In fact, he fixed a whole lot more around here, in case you haven't noticed. Yay for hot IT guys. Especially mine.

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I have a sweet friend who lives across the street from me who is half Asian, a whole two inches shorter than I am and married to a white guy about Kevin's height. She's also a glutton for punishment because she has repeatedly offered to babysit for us any time. Apparently she's convinced that we have the most boring marriage and life ever and that we're in desperate need of some good wild parties

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827411471672985594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681877.post-1157693518979009962006-09-07T23:41:00.000-05:002006-09-11T17:03:15.386-05:00

So you know how the whole world is mourning Steve Irwin right now?I was reading this article from MSN today about the filming of his death, and people are debating whether or not this tape should ever be shown to the world, or whether or not unscrupulous people will steal the film and distribute it illegally. (Sickos.)So tonight, my husband Kevin was asking me if I'd seen the Steve Irwin video. I

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The feeling inside that she experienced when she saw the books was akin to the hunger she felt as food was put on the table at the end of the working day. And she knew that she needed this sustenance as surely as her body needed fuel. --excerpt from Maise Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear.I've loved books since I was old enough to pick one up and rip its' pages out with my bare hands. I spent most of

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Why, yes, of course I have good reasons for blogging infrequently right now. What, did you think I was like LAZY or something?Good Reasons.1. I got a MySpace. And I can't decide which layout I like. So I'm spending all my allotted blogging time tweaking my MySpace. And leaving glitters and inane comments on other people's MySpaces. And compulsively writing ditzy bulletins so all my MySpace

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Woo hoo, World! I just turned 12 and for my birthday, my Mommy let me get my very own Myspace!!!!! XOXOXO!!!!!!!!!Okay fine, so the only remotely 12 year oldish thing about me is my height. And to be honest, at first I was hesitant to take on yet another bloggity thing - after all, as my friend Tyha said recently on a comment long ago in a galaxy far far away,"um Sarah I totally know you have a

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