SARA'S SONGS

for anyone who has ever asked,"Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night?"

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On Miracles

I always think of Christmas as a time for miracles. I anticipate them, expecting that something wonderful just might happen, something that can only be explained by God – which is, after all, the very definition of a miracle. I have been praying for miracles all year, well actually, long before this year. But as the year went by, more and more things have gone contrary to my prayers. This has been difficult because I know that the things I was praying for were good. And I kno

A Pleasing Aroma

Maybe it’s because this last month has been filled with grief. Maybe I’ve been listening to too much Evanescence. Or maybe it’s just been too long since I faced this head on. I am sick. I have an incurable disease. And while I try to never let it define me, it has changed me. My body is more frail than it ought to be for someone my age. There are days when my feet are heavy and it is difficult to walk. Sometimes I walk with a limp or even trip and fall on my face. Other days

Not even a sparrow falls…

I’ve been praying a lot at the piano these days. Sometimes it’s the only way I know how to pray. Last night a friend’s husband unexpectedly passed away, leaving her alone with their two young children. Another friend is processing what life looks like for her and her husband one month after the death of their 21-month daughter. And it is the one year anniversary of my uncle’s death. I am angry. It isn’t fair. There is something fundamentally wrong about a person dying young.

“Sir,” they said, “we would like to see Jesus.” John 12:21

The other day I was sitting on a bench outside of an empty restaurant waiting to have lunch with friends. I was reading as I waited. The passage that day was the beginning of the book of Job, which I have made it a practice to read when I am wrestling with hardships in my own life. This time I was somewhat detached in my reading this time. Job had a good life. Then, due to a test from a fallen angel with the approval of the Most High God, everything began to fall apart. His l

Close the book, close the laptop

I’d love to tell you that I hear God all the time.  I’d love to hear God all the time.  But the reality is there are too many days that God seems silent.  And so I go through my day, sometimes speaking out of turn, sometimes silently waiting to hear.  But sometimes he does speak.  Last night was one of those sometimes.  I was frantically trying to finish my reading before my class.  It was good reading, worth doing.  And I felt God saying, close the book, close the laptop.  I

Asking God

I’m trying to learn not to be afraid to petition God.  It’s easy for me to pray for other people, global situations, or even things that I am certain are God’s will for my life, such as time management or to become better at loving others.  But I hesitate to ask him for things that I need.  Do I think I need too much?  Perhaps my finances are tight because I’m not wise with my money or choose to live in an expensive part of the globe.  Maybe I’m too busy because I find my val