Monday, September 28, 2015

why my bags are packed...again.




Y'ALL. Life changes in seven days. Hokey Pete. Looking back at things a week ago...looking at them today...seriously blowing my ever-loving mind.

Remember my whole platform (for pretty much the last...YEAR) about surrender and saying yes to God EVEN WHEN we don't know what it means or how it will work or where we're going? When we are brave enough to say yes, GOD DOES STUFF. Like bigger than we can ask or imagine and crazier than we dare to dream stuff.

Well...He's at it again. OBVIOUSLY.

One of my biggest "just trust" moments in moving was that once summer was over, I had no idea where I would be living. I also needed to secure an additional part-time job to be able to afford said living space. Oh and find a church...and some friends...you know, life.

I've been pretty chill about things all summer, not freaking out too much or worrying about it all working out. GOOD, because worry would have been a ROYAL WASTE OF TIME (about always is). But the most important thing to me in these living/working/community situations was church. I wanted to find a church I loved and could be active in, and it was important to me to live in the same town. Finding a church 45 minutes away just wasn't gonna work.

Over the course of the summer I spent many Sundays at a church I ADORE. There were so many things I wanted to get involved in. But I was so hesitant, because it was in Holland, and even though that is my #lifegoals city, my home was looking like it would be Grandville, and most of my work even further east. Bumdog millionaire. Physically I was part of the church, but mentally and emotionally I just couldn't invest in the people or programs because 45 minutes each way a couple times a week IN THE SNOW isn't cool.

But then two weeks ago...VISION SUNDAY. And I was already on board with the vision, but hearing it cast by Brian, seeing it in all it's bullet-pointed glory....I was hooked. Excellence. The heart of this church is so, so, SO good. The problem with getting hooked is...well...you're hooked. And I decided I wanted to commit to this church. Housing, job...God will work it out. Imma just do it.

AND HE DID. Whoa baby, He did. Enter the last seven days of my life:

First move in getting involved was emailing the youth pastor (because...duh. You can't be 4 weeks away from a Masters in Youth Ministry and not be a youth leader. At least I can't). And Johnny's all like "Sarahhhhhh! Get to our meeting TONIGHT." Well that's more exciting than homework, so I'm there. We ate pizza (obvi), made a video (Theodora Pufflepants made her grand Michigan appearance...#winning), and then got down to bidness. Loved it. Love the strategy, the intentionality, the heart. I'm all in. And this isn't even about that!

Rewind to pizza. I sit next to my new friend Sherry. The "I live in a camping trailer" has become classic get-to-know-you fodder. It's followed by "but it's about to freeze in the arctic winter of this frozen tundra and I really need to find somewhere else to live lest I turn into a coconut-flavored icicle." Sherry: "Oh, I work down the road at Camp Geneva! You should come live there! Be a retreat host! Live for free! Life is but a dream!" It went something like that.

Rewind to the week before, where I'm meeting with Young Life Bryan and he told me THE EXACT SAME THING. So this thing is worth investigating and Sherry's got my hook-up.

Fast forward 3 days. I'm killing time at Biggby, about the only place I can focus on homework these days. Who's working but Emily, Student Ministry Coordinator by day, barista by night? We just met Wednesday, but she's my friend. We chat, because that's what you do with baristas, and boom, guess who else used to be a host at Geneva?! Hello world, you're still getting smaller.

Holla. Next day. I'm at Geneva being interviewed, and the first question is if I'm related to Tyler. Do I want to claim that? Sure. I hear the deets, I see the house. Ballin. Stacey says, "We love you. We want you. We have to have you." (Again, maybe not her exact words, but that's how I remember it.)

Pause. Is this for REAL?! Like you're offering me JOB and I work in exchange for a FREE place to LIVE and it's in HOLLAND where my CHURCH is?!

5 days. I said yes to God's work in this church, trusting He'd provide a job and place to live. Over the course of the next 5 days, He did.

AND HE DID MORE. Not only will I be a hospitality and retreat host at Geneva and living in this house, but it comes with friends. Community. There's 9 other people who live there, and together we get to be family, all going to school and working at camp and elsewhere and loving Jesus and doing. life. together. Did I mention the house is called the Phat Pad, and these are the people who live/d there?



Let's be real...these are my kind of people. Also, yes Phat Pad Phamily, I did stalk you on Facebook and steal your photo. I get the impression you won't really care.

Also on this day, I met with Johnny and Emily. (Biggby again...because I can). They do Student Ministry. I get their life. I love their life. I'm so, so glad to be led by them and with them. They love Jesus and they love students. They had to interview me and make sure I wasn't a crazy person before I could join the Student Ministry team. I am crazy; they let me anyways.

Last night, day 7. I'm back at church, it's youth group kick-off night. My emotions ranged from This is awesome! to This is overwhelming! to I miss MY kids! to I Love 9-Square! At 9:30 pm, clean-up's done and I'm tapping out. I stop and say goodbye to Emily, meet the guy sitting next to her, and eventually the conversation leads to her saying, "you guys are gonna be roommates!!!" Ha, what? So we start talking because these random meetings are just crazy talk!! But what a fantastic way to end the night...meet another one of the Phat Pad Pham, and hearing that a couple more of the guys are involved in this youth group too. Love.

If you are still reading this, you are a star. I started writing it a week and a half ago, so you're doing better than I did. (I HAD to take a break and get to Florida). Now it's Monday and I'm moving tomorrow - what?!

But getting back to it, I guess I had two reasons I needed to share it all...A) this is the easiest way to communicate to all my friends and family what's going on my life and B) let's recap paragraph two. Say yes to God and his plan for your life. I've done it more in the last six months than ever in my life, and every yes opens up more doors than I even knew existed, doors I couldn't see without opening the one before. It's scary. There's still a lot of unknown and I by no means have all the answers...or any of them. But tonight I'm happy going to bed knowing that tomorrow grand adventure awaits.

PS...this doesn't affect things at the Conference Grounds at all! I will still be working there 15-20 hours a week all winter and then living the trailer life and seeing your beautiful faces all summer! No worries, you can't get rid of me that quick :)

Thursday, August 13, 2015

let's be brave together.




After all the feedback on my last post, I think it's time to keep being real about about how the move / new job / life in Michigan have been for the last five months: HARD!  It's not that I hate it or regret my decision; I actually have way too much fun most days and am so at peace. It's just that it's been a transition and transitions are hard! You can't spend your entire adult life in one place and then completely move on overnight. There is a grieving process involved in any change in life, and leaving an entire life behind is no exception. 

Instead of really giving grief the time it needs, I've had to stuff it and get to work...there's 80 kids and a team of staff members relying on me every week. 

Now we don't really have internet at camp, but when the wind blows the right direction sometimes I get a wifi signal, and there's this quote that pops up often on my Pinterest feed: "You have to be brave with your life so that others will be brave with theirs." 

It first came up months ago when I was deliberately searching quotes on bravery, looking for some inspiration as I had just made the decision to go back to Michigan and was looking for some encouragement, someone's words to voice what I was feeling when I couldn't figure out exactly how I was feeling or what I needed to say.

Brave felt like a good word. I was stepping out into the unknown. It was big. It was scary. I needed some courage. There is a ferociousness to brave that I liked. 

In January and February I took this quote to heart. I needed to do this Michigan thing. I needed people to see me do something scary and big so that they would be inspired to do the same. The ability to leave was like a superpower, and I was commended on being "strong" enough to do something so scary.

But now that I've been gone, I don't think the brave thing was leaving. Yeah it was scary and still puts my faith to the test daily, but I don't know that it was brave.

Brave is the way I handle it now that I've left. And this time, brave to me isn't about being strong, it's about being weak, being vulnerable. It's about being not-ok, and being okay with it. Brave is courage, but not in a sense of power...it's courage in my ability to share with others how I'm actually doing. It's admitting that yeah, even though the days are good, I'm still grieving. Yes, somedays I'm still searching for hope, waiting for this all to make sense.

Brave might be one of the easiest things to fake. It's easy to masquerade around in a parade of accomplishments and look-at-me-nows. But when the mask is off? Is the person under it really brave? Or is brave a front for insecurity, loneliness, the feeling that you can't really share how you're doing?

I want brave to be going to church with a tear-streaked face because I'm lonely and I need my people and I need them to know it. Because how will they help me if they don't know my struggles?

In March I was back in Florida for a wedding and able to reconnect with so many people I haven't seen in a long time. I wanted them to think I'm brave so I told them about this big new move. But what if real bravery is found in my ability to tell them "I moved, and you know what? It's been a struggle."

Here's the problem: people really don't know how to deal with that. Oh, yes, some do and they do it well. But I think this kind of brave is unexpected. And that's what makes it important! I've found that being brave in my struggles helps other people be brave in their struggles. 

In the last couple months I've taken notice of the struggles of some of my friends. They are struggling in their jobs, in their marriages, struggling with their weight and with their kids and their own insecurity and loneliness. 

Can't we all just struggle together?

What makes me most sad about all these friends who are struggling is that so many choose to do it on their own. There are the few who have let me in on their struggles...what about all my friends fighting their own battles who aren't brave enough to talk about them yet? Can't we all just struggle together? That would be brave.

I think now I want brave to be synonymous with real. Authentic. Genuine. Brave isn't strength in the struggle, brave is admitting there is a struggle. The courage to be yourself might be the bravest thing you can do.

Let's be brave together.

Monday, August 10, 2015

glimpses of hope


I could have lied.

When the woman sitting next to me in church (who I’d just met 50 minutes ago) asked if I had lunch plans, it would have been so, so easy to respond with a smile and “Yeah, sorry...I have to get back to camp. Thanks though!” and then out the door like normal.

Lies. My “plans” included picking up Qudoba and climbing back into bed with a burrito and One Tree Hill (Season 4, for the 11th time). That plan is so much easier than the hard, awkward work of meeting new people at a new church in a new town. A church I don’t know that I will for sure be attending in a town I don’t know that I’ll live in.

But for whatever reason I said no, I didn’t have plans. It was uncomfortable to answer that way, because I knew what would come next. It did, and when she asked if I like Mexican and wanted to join her family for lunch, I agreed. Fifteen minutes later I was sitting across the table from a precious three-year-old, making faces and eating far-too-large of a burrito. We shared stories of moving and life changing and God at work even when we couldn’t see it. (And of course we played some Dutch Bingo, too). 

It was nothing major. It probably wasn’t a big deal to them. But it spoke volumes to me. For the first time in too long, I felt hope. The hope that comes with taking a risk, the hope that comes with knowing change is around the corner. The hope that says it’s been a rough season, but it won’t stay that way. The hope that says you haven’t lost yourself, you’re still in there somewhere, and here’s a reminder of who you are and why you’re here.

Sometimes it’s hard to have that hope when you live in a camping trailer and aren’t sure where you’ll be living in two months. It’s hard when you don’t know how you’ll pay for that unknown place in two months, because your job is about to be part-time. It’s hard when all your friends are together 1200 miles away and you miss them terribly and wonder if you will ever find a connection like that in your new town. 

These last five months have been, without a doubt, the most challenging months of my life. They’ve been filled with unknown and emotions and more questions than answers. Yet God has been so good in showering me with little glimpses of hope - warm fuzzies, text messages, cinnamon rolls on my stoop (true story), conversations with students, sunsets, and burritos after church. Whatever situation you are in, I pray you find hope where you need it today. And if you’ve got enough hope to pass around, share it. You never know what one word, one invitation, one cup of coffee could mean to someone who just needs a little hope.

Friday, May 22, 2015

love, stories, and creepers in the woods.



Ben was reading Love Does tonight when I walked into the youth center.
Ben = my super fantastic middle school leader
Love Does = incredible book by my friend Bob Goff
Youth Center = because it's summer and we're OPEN! I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22.

Anyways, Ben's reading Love Does, and I'm reminded how fantastic that book is, and I realize that's all I want this summer. I can mope about missing Florida...or bask in the wonder that I'm ACTUALLY back at the Grounds...whatever, but through it all I just want to love people and I want to do stuff. 

And I don't just want to love people at face value, I want to fall madly in love with them. I want to be intrigued by who God is to them and what he's doing in their lives, I want to love the light in their eyes when they talk about what makes them come alive. Obviously I love my middle and high schoolers, that's easy. But I want to love more than that. I want to love my staff...not just for making my life easier, but I want to love them in a way where I know them, learn their stories, know who they are when they leave this place and what really gets them excited in life. The same is true for the rest of staff in other areas of camp. 

Today I stopped by with my watermelon (because mmmm) to join the retirees around a table during their break time. I paused and just glanced around at the twelve-ish of them present, thinking wow...what wisdom I am surrounded by right now! So blessed. I want to know that wisdom and I want to love them for sharing it with me. Sometimes the store girls and lifeguards = DRAMA. (I can say that because I was one of them once...) But you know what? Ima love em anyways. Because they are 19 and that's what life is like and I love them for it. And then there's the lady who walks into the candy store complaining that "it's really hot in here" and the high schooler who's too cool for school and the mom who takes dodgeball WAY too seriously and the creeper in the woods and the the fourth grader sneaking into my activities and the Saturday morning early risers...I'm gonna just LOVE THEM ALL. 

I finished off my "garden party patio" tonight...not just so I can enjoy it (which I do, A LOT) but so that others can! I want them to stop by, sit a while. Let's talk. I can't promise there will be cookies and lemonade in my fridge, but there's a 100% chance I'll have some hummus to share. I fall in love with people's stories. I can't wait for the stories that will be told on that patio this summer, and the love I will have for the storytellers. 

You with me? Cuz I probably can't do it alone. It's hard to love everyone all the time. I know I'm not always lovable, so I can't hold people up to that standard. But I'm certainly going to try my hardest. I'm sure when it's August 11 and there's just "that one kid" someone will need to remind me of what I'm writing right now. Actually, please do. And then let's try to love him together. 

"We love because he first loved us" - 1 John 4:19

PS. The best way to show love to the creeper in the woods may be by approaching him on the Safety and Security golf cart, siren light flashing. With someone big and strong at your side. Just sayin. 

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

25 Books You Need in Your Life

So I've written about zero blogposts in the last...oh...three months. At least. Whoops. I've started more thoughts than I could count, but actually polishing off the writing and sharing it has been non-existent. I blame it on the move and the fact that I haven't spent more than four nights in the same place in the last two months.

That being said, let's go to a list. Lists are easy. And when I posted this photo on Instagram today and was asked for my booklist, I decided this was the best platform to share it.



So, in no particular order, here are the 25 best books I've read in the last 3-ish years. And I use the word "best" pretty loosely, but essentially I'm talking about the books that I credit as life-shaping in my journey, books that I wanted to devour but paced myself so they wouldn't end, books I wanted to buy for every person I know, books that slapped me across the face and books that I wanted to be able to write someday. These are the books that put words to what I wanted to say and left me still speechless. First, a list of the books, and then below, my thoughts...

1) Love Does, Bob Goff
2) Seven, Jen Hatmaker
3) Scary Close, Donald Miller
4) Bittersweet, Shauna Niequist
5) A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, Donald Miller
6) Cold Tangerines, Shauna Niequist
7) The Circle Maker, Mark Batterson
8) Sun Stand Still, Steven Furtick
9) Through Painted Deserts, Donald Miller
10) Crazy Love, Francis Chan
11) Plan B, Pete Wilson
12) When God Writes Your Love Story, Eric and Leslie Ludy
13) Interrupted, Jen Hatmaker
14) A Million Little Ways, Emily Freeman
15) Let's all Be Brave, Annie Downs
16) Packing Light, Alison Vesterfelt
17) Notes from a Blue Bike, Tsh Oxenreider
18) Living Your Strengths, Clifton and Wiseman
19) The Wisdom of Stability, Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove
20) Bread and Wine, Shauna Niequist
21) Freefall to Fly, Rebekah Lyons
22) All In, Mark Batterson
23) The Lipstick Gospel, Stephanie May Wilson
24) Blue Like Jazz, Donald Miller
25) I've Never Been to Vegas but my Luggage Has, Mandy Hale

1) Love Does, Bob Goff
If I could only read one book for the rest of my life, and make everyone else in my life read it, it would be this. Also, if I could only listen to one speaker or have one friend, it would be Bob...and any of my friends who have heard him would take no offense at all at that statement.

2) Seven, Jen Hatmaker
ROCKED MY WORLD. I want to be friends with Jen and this book makes me feel so dumb for how spoiled I live my life. Definitely a face slap in the best way.

3) Scary Close, Donald Miller
Therapy in a book. It brought up issues in my life I didn't know where there, but in a good way, not a paranoid bad way. So thought-provoking on how I interact in relationships.

4) Bittersweet, Shauna Niequist
Shauna is my soul sister in every way. She just gets me. Every chapter felt like a page out of my journal, but the way she words thing just makes my heart happy.

5) A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, Donald Miller
Oh this one...I read the entire thing in a day in a hammock on the beach. The idea of life as a story, and it makes me want to live a better one.

6) Cold Tangerines, Shauna Niequist
See Bittersweet, #4. I love Shauna.

7) The Circle Maker, Mark Batterson
Definitely one to read with a highlighter. Topic = praying big prayers and claiming big dreams.

8) Sun Stand Still, Steven Furtick
See #7,

9) Through Painted Deserts, Donald Miller
He road-tripped for three months in a Volkswagen van. Umm, come on. My dream life?!

10) Crazy Love, Francis Chan
This will make you hate how you do church and just want to be like Jesus.

11) Plan B, Pete Wilson
So good, thoughts on when your plan doesn't match up with God's plan, and why that's probably a good thing.

12) When God Writes Your Love Story, Eric and Leslie Ludy
I hate cheesy Christian dating books. HATE them. BUT...one time I was sitting in an aisle seat, and talking to a girl, my age, in the window seat. After a talk about relationships, she set a book on the middle seat: "You don't have to read this, but I just really think you would like it. So I'm just gonna set it here, and if you want to read it, you can, but I won't feel bad if you don't." I didn't...but five months later I went and bought it, and it was exactly what I needed. Such clarity in my life.

13) Interrupted, Jen Hatmaker
See #2.

14) A Million Little Ways, Emily Freeman
The creative dreamer's dream. This book just makes me want to create and make art and turn everything into worship.

15) Let's all Be Brave, Annie Downs
This one came at a time when I needed some bravery. Just a great single girl anthem about making the most out of every day.

16) Packing Light, Alison Vesterfelt
Again, life goals. She took an amazing road trip, essentially trying to find herself and figure out life. Ahh...it's all about getting rid of baggage. So good.

17) Notes from a Blue Bike, Tsh Oxenreider
And once more...life goals. If you are a mom of young kids, this is a must read. Also, follow her on instagram. She is the definition of an adventurer and I love that her whole family's in it together.

18) Living Your Strengths, Clifton and Wiseman
This book told me so much about myself, why I do what I do based on personality...ie I procrastinate because of my high levels of adaptability.

19) The Wisdom of Stability, Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove
This book kept me in Florida at a time when I desperately wanted to go. There is so much good that comes out of planting yourself in one community and committing for it.

20) Bread and Wine, Shauna Niequist
See #4 and #6, and add some amazing recipes and a desire to sit at Lake Michigan all day.

21) Freefall to Fly, Rebekah Lyons
A book about finding freedom from depression and cultural expectations to discover who we really are.

22) All In, Mark Batterson
"Jesus did not die just to keep us safe. He died to make us dangerous."

23) The Lipstick Gospel, Stephanie May Wilson
Oh I really like her. So real. Stephanie's weekly emails might be just as good as her book. I felt like we were sisters going out for coffee and she was telling me stories from life that kept me asking for more.

24) Blue Like Jazz, Donald Miller
Ok it's been a long time since I've read this one...but I just love anything Don does, so I had to include it.

25) I've Never Been to Vegas but my Luggage Has, Mandy Hale
The entire time I was reading I was like, "this can't be real." Every story is crazier than the one before. Another single girl anthem, but in Nashville so come. on.

So, have you read any of there? What's on your list?

Also...many of these, while reading them, made me think of specific friends, because of words I thought they needed or topics they might like. Sooooo if you made it through this entire list, and want to know where I would recommend you start, let me know!!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Yes: the one about surrender.

Last week in youth group I gave maybe my most heartfelt, raw, and vulnerable message ever and was overwhelmed by the response. I'm moving across the country in four weeks, leaving this group I love, to go minister somewhere else. I don’t think the lessons God has has been teaching me in this time of change are just for me, but they’re meant to be shared. If you missed it last Wednesday night, here’s my heart.

So on Sunday we talked about Elijah, and what it means to hear and follow the gentle whispers of God. This is the story of my life lately! Moving to Michigan started as just a whisper, lost in the noise of life, but the more I sought God, the more I knew what my decision would be. God gave me the answer in one word: surrender.

There’s a couple problems with that. 1) I’m a control freak. Surrendering means giving up control, and letting someone else do something. And 2) I like to win. When you surrender in battle or in a game, you let the other team take the victory. Your name is wiped away as you admit defeat. And I’m not a fan of that.

Michigan and the decision to move there became an area I had to surrender. And certainly YOU have something to surrender, too.

I think one of the hardest things about surrender is that you’re not just saying goodbye to the past, to memories made and history with a place or people. In addition to all that (which is difficult in itself), you’re surrendering a future. It’s like a break-up. You’re not just sad that it’s over, you’re also mourning the future you’ll never have with that person. All the plans and dreams...changed with one decision. Goodbye everyday present life, and goodbye future.

When we say we surrender, we say we have no fear of the future. Or because we’re human and fear comes all too natural, maybe what we’re saying is that in our fear, we trust. Trust God and his perfect plan for us.

When we surrender, we say yes to God. There are three ways we do this:
  1. Obey and say yes. 
  2. Go to work. 
  3. Decide everyday.  
Take Abraham, for example. Classic “obey and say yes” story time and again. His story starts with a choice to make, a decision between packing up his family and all their possessions and heading to an unknown land OR staying right where he was. With an unforeseeable future in sight, all he had to go on was God’s promise to bless him.

One of my favorite verses the last four months is Hebrews 11:8. “By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going” (NIV). EVEN THOUGH he did not know where he was going!! That part blows me away. Faith. Surrender. You’re never still with God. You’re always in constant motion, moving toward him or away. Abraham literally moved toward God.

Fast forward a bunch of years, and Isaac is born. Isaac, Abe and Sarah’s long-awaited promised child. He’s the first descendent in the fulfillment of the promise and to say they were joyful is an understatement. But then God tells Abraham that He’s going to take Isaac from them. And not like kidnapped-in-the-middle-of-the-night take, but a you’re-going-to-take-a-knife-to-your-son take. Crazy symbolism right here with the Son of God, but that’s another message.

I can’t even imagine waiting, longing for something for YEARS, just to have it taken from me a day or week after I get it. And this is an actual human person, Abe’s own flesh and blood.

But God’s plans and his promises are bigger than his people. He remains faithful even when we are faithless. I don’t think that God gave Abraham this test of sacrificing his son to trip him up and question his faith, but to deepen his obedience and develop his character. God didn’t necessarily want Isaac to die, but he wanted Abraham to sacrifice Isaac (his most important treasure) in his heart so that it would be evident that Abraham loved God more than he loved his son. Loving your son isn’t a bad thing. Loving people is actually a very good thing. But loving anything more that you love God is not okay.

It’s hard to let go of what we deeply love. Yet when we do what God asks, he gives us far more than we could dream. The spiritual blessings outweigh the sacrifice.

For me, this church is what I love. This youth group is what I love. But God’s asking me to let it go. Why? Because it’s more important that I love Him.

I find so much joy and love in being your youth pastor...but too often I also find my identify in it...and that’s not ok! My identity needs to be found in Christ alone.

When I told a friend I was leaving, her response to me was: “one of my first thoughts is what is Legacy without Sarah?” I quickly told her that one of my first thoughts was “who am I without Legacy?” But woah...so scary if I don’t know the answer to that! Because all of a sudden my identity is found in serving Christ, but not in Christ himself. Serving Christ is great, it’s what we’re called to do, but it’s not where we find identity. I want my identity so wrapped up in Christ that He is all I need.

I go back to that passage in Hebrews. “Abraham...obeyed and went...even though he did not know where he was going.” I want the same to be said of me. Sarah obeyed and went even though she did not know where she was going.

Step number two of surrender is go to work. My girl Ruth is the perfect example here. She’s recently widowed, which is pretty much the worst life can throw at her. She’s set up to be taken advantage of, ignored, and poor. She can get out of it, go back to her home and family and remarry and start her own family...

But she doesn’t. She sticks with her mother-in-law, claiming her God and her people. She gives up security, children, a future...in order to care of Naomi.

So she goes to work. She doesn’t just sit there and be a widow. In Ruth 2:2 we read that she goes out into the fields and picks up the leftover grain. She takes initiative. She’s not afraid of admitting a need and then working hard to supply it.

If you’re waiting for God to provide, consider this: He may be waiting for you to take the first step to demonstrate just how important your need is. 

Ruth demonstrates consistent character in how she follows God, and it pays off. In fact, in her story, God is working in ways she didn’t even know. Spoiler alert: she gets the prince and lives happily ever after. When she stepped foot in the field that day, she didn’t know that the owner of that field would one day be her husband. But he was...and that would have never happened without that first decision to stay with Naomi...and then go to work.

When I worked as a camp youth director in college I had no idea God was preparing me to work with with youth as an adult. The first time I stepped foot in Legacy (eight years ago!!) I had no idea I would walk through those doors approximately 2,147 more times. When Wes needed someone to teach a lesson to a group of Middle Schoolers on a Wednesday night I had no idea that a year later it would be my full-time job for the next five and a half years. I also had no idea those same middle schoolers would grow up to be RA’s and camp counselors, spiritual leaders to their own groups of kids.

It makes me wonder what I will look back on in another eight years, what’s happening in my life now that is just preparation for the future.

I don’t think God works through coincidences. God works through divine appointments we don’t even know yet. In August, soon after I was offered my new position, I went to the beach and re-read through the last three years of my journals. I began to see how God has been weaving this story, preparing me to go. I wrote:

“I’m beginning to view my life more as missional and less as ‘mine’. It means moving to Michigan is not committing to a lifetime, it’s committing to ‘now’ and when God calls again, I’ll go.

I look back at Emily Wireman’s word to me a year ago this month, about how God knows the deepest desires of my heart and he wants to give them to me. I thought that was about adoption - but what if the deepest desire of my heart is the Grounds? It can’t really be a surprise...to anyone.

I just read the poem I wrote at the Grounds on 8/14/13: He takes me hand // reminds me of promises tried and true // things He’s done and things yet to do.

‘Things yet to do’...maybe that’s our theme for next summer.

I wrote... ‘I love it here. I never want it to end. I don’t want to leave. I feel alive and free. I’m away from distraction, filled with satisfaction, joy unending overflows. It floods my soul.’

September 2013 I wrote - God, give me community. Show me a group where I can be known. Where I’m love an accepted for Sarah. Not just the youth pastor or teacher or daughter.

Wow...talk about the Grounds, talk about the deepest desires of my heart. I didn’t even know it.

In January I prayed that 2014 would bring more that I could ask or imagine. ‘Not that I have answers, but that I see God through the questions.’ Wow...definitely no clear answers today, but so many questions I see God through!

In February (2014) I wrote that ‘there’s no foreseeable reason, but I just can’t shake the feeling like my time at Legacy is drawing to a close.’

In March (2014) I prayed ‘God, I need a renewed passion and vision for this place or I need to go.’

In April (2014) I prayed ‘How do I know when it’s time? When will I know it’s time to say goodbye and start over?’

In May (2014): ‘How I miss the Grounds. I long for simpler days and time where life didn’t always seem like such a struggle.’

In July (2014), at the Grounds, I wrote: ‘If I could freeze time I would’ and ‘Retreat, refresh, relax, remember // celebrate days past // dream of what’s to come // reflecting on all you’ve done // gives me hope of all you’ve yet to do.’” **

Guys, I just can’t even. Two summers in a row I wrote of “things yet to do” IN THE VERY PLACE I AM NOW MOVING and I had NO idea. That last one was two weeks before the job was offered to me. The position wasn’t even open when I wrote that! But like Ruth, even though I couldn’t see the end, every day I went to work. One day, one step, and it’s led me here.

And then there’s point number three: decide every day. 

In Matthew 4:18-22, Jesus calls Peter and Andrew to follow Him. It says they left their nets AT ONCE. Shortly after, he calls James and John, who IMMEDIATELY followed. These guys already knew who Jesus was. They knew what he stood for. So they gave no excuses about why it wasn’t a good time, they just went. They left their dad (and according to Mark, their hired men) and followed. They didn’t know where they were going, but they knew who they were following.

But they had to decide every day. We see Peter struggling with this more than once. At one point they are fishing, it’s not going well, and Jesus makes a suggestion. Peter doubts him, but it works! (Duh, it’s Jesus). So then Peter says this: “Oh Lord, please leave me - I’m too much of a sinner to be around you” (Luke 5:8). But Jesus replies “Don’t be afraid! From now on you’ll be fishing for people!” (v. 10). Did you catch what just happened there? Jesus calls Peter again. It’s an every day calling, an every day decision.

In the first chapter of the book of John, we see Jesus hanging out with his disciples, and as they’re following Him he turns around and asks “What do you want?” Again...duh, He’s Jesus. He knows what they want. I think is real question is “why are are you following me?” When we make that every day decision to follow, we need to be sure we’re following for the right reasons.

To follow Christ for our own purposes is asking Christ to follow us. It’s asking Him to join with us to advance and support our cause, not His. Let’s examine our motives for a minute...are we seeking His glory or ours? 

So this Peter I mentioned earlier...technically his name is still Simon. But in John 1:42 Jesus looks at Him and says, “Your name is Simon, but you will be called Peter.” Peter, which means rock. This guy who constantly doubts, who has to decide every day, is a rock? Well no, not at this point.

But Jesus gave him a name he would grow into, something to aim for.

As a youth pastor at Legacy, I’m working my dream job. When I started I didn’t know it. And now I’m going to take a job I will love, but right now it’s not my favorite.

But God’s giving me a new name and I have a choice about what it will be.

My name can be FEAR. Because I’m scared. The future is unknown and I don’t know where I am going.

Or my name can be SURRENDER. Because I trust in the God who holds to future. 

As far as I know, none of you are facing decisions to move to Michigan anytime soon. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t areas of your life that God’s asking you to surrender. What is it you have a tight grip on? What won’t you let go of? What are you scared of?

Trusting God means pushing past that fear. We hear so often “Trust in the Lord...and he will make your paths straight.”

When did we confuse straight for smooth? Straight means God will get us from point A to point B...but it doesn’t mean anything about the condition of the road in between! The verse doesn’t say smooth, but it does give us assurance of who is directing those paths. 

In October, when I was two weeks out from having to announce a public decision I had already made in my heart, I wrote this in my journal (through many, MANY tears on my very favorite beach in the world):

When you say yes to God, you leave a job you adore - and are adored at. You did it before, and you ended up there, and you know if God did it once He will do it again.

When you say yes to God, you say no to the raise, and graciously live on the much smaller budget.

When you say yes to God, you pack up your three bedroom home and move back in with your parents until the right housing option, unknown to you now, opens up.

When you say yes to God, you close the office door to you “second home” for a final time. It’s the place where your best friends work, where you’ve been pranked, surprised,  showered with gifts, and even spent the night a couple times...and you open your new door to an office in a building where you work by yourself.

When you say yes to God, you relish nights like this, dusk on Anna Maria Island, because you know all to soon they will be gone and the sun will set at 4:30.

When you say yes to God, you say good morning to yourself, and not that darling 14-month-old face down the hall.

When you say yes to God, you throw away your calendar and say yes to the plans He has for your life. It’s a daily calendar...and you can’t turn the pages. It’s knowledge of one day at a time, and what comes will come.

When you say yes to God, you say goodbye to the 11-23 year olds - hundreds of them now - that you spent EIGHT years pouring into and hello to a whole new flock who don’t even know your name.

When you say yes to God, you say “see you later” to little faces who call you Auntie Sarah, belonging to kids you knew in the womb, not knowing when “later” will be.

When you say yes to God, you stop flirting with all the nice guys coming your way because you know all too soon you’ll be gone and the distance isn’t fair.

When you say yes to God, you adios:
  • comfort
  • safety
  • sense of purpose
  • celebrity
  • family
  • routine

And you trade them in for faith. Faith that God is who He says He is and will do all He has said He will do. Faith that God will do immeasurably more than you can ask or imagine. Faith that the God who told you to jump will be the God there when You land. Faith that at the end of it all, God will look at you and say, ‘well done, good and faithful servant.’

July 2014 in Michigan...an attempt to freeze time.


**Please don’t read that journal entry and think “Wow, Sarah really hates Legacy.” This is a combination of things I’ve written over the years, but I promise there is SO MUCH LOVE for Legacy in those same books :)



P.S. There’s a pretty substantial list of songs God’s used to speak to me in the last couple months. Check out my playlist here: surrender

P.P.S. You can read my original announcement to my congregation here.

Friday, January 2, 2015

these are the days.

These are the days...

The days we'll tell our kids about. The days we'll look back and say:
"you'll never believe..."
"remember when..."
"this one time..."

These are the days when we stay up late and sleep in long. Every moment is captured by a song. We crank the stereo and sing along. We play hard and sleep well and laugh an amount some consider too much. But how much is too much when considering laughter among friends is one of life's greatest gifts? 

These are the days when a road trip is just that - a road trip. It's not "let's see if we can beat the time on the GPS," but instead, "let's plan to add four hours to our ETA," planning for unplanned stops along the way.

The journey is the destination and those unplanned stops are whimsical moments. We forge our own paths alongside mountain passes, sliding down muddy paths and falling in cold streams. It seems time stops as we bask in nature's beauty that surrounds all around, blue sky above and leaves cover the ground. Mountains tall and wide and blue, they make us feel small but alive and new. They overwhelm us with their presence.

These are the days when we take time to explore. We wander through small towns and spend money in toy shops on things that remind us of earlier days, forgetting that over the span of life, we are still in those days. We pull off the highway because we must get a picture...and another...and another. We eat in French cafes where everything is homemade and the owner's accent makes us swoon. Ice cream cones are licked in a leisurely moment on the back porch of a general store and for a moment we're transported to 1955. We wonder what kids will say about us in 60 years, what's so normal that they will find bizarre?

We are silly in these days. We wear plaid and cause a scene wherever we go. No joke is out of line when my youth pastor hat is off. We give each other nicknames and scare each other as we come around corners; we buy matching shirts and eat too much sugar. We laugh at the same lines in movies and new jokes and stories we've told a hundred times. The camera is always ready, catching us sleeping and climbing bridges and making faces and living life. 

These are the days we're inspired. By time together and time in nature and time spent in silent worlds in our heads, we think and dream and wonder and scheme.  Anything seems possible these days. No caper seems too grand to pull, no achievement out of reach when we are here and we are together. We are inspired by each other, by laughter, by love, by God. We want to be better, do better, inspire others to do the same.

These are the days we want to write home about, but where do we start? These moments are too sweet, precious, and rare to capture in any words other than, "You really just had to be there." But that's where we want to live - a moment in time where we are simply there, without explanation, but only a full awareness that this is the moment for which we were created. A moment too special for words, a moment that we can only carry in our hearts and hope to never forget. Photos may capture the sparkle in our eyes, but a lens can't capture the adventure in our hearts. 

These are the days when that adventure reminds us how we want to live the rest of our lives. There is a time for school and more school and a first job and second, but that isn't life. The life we want begs for more. It looks like late nights and laughter and unplanned country stores with dirty bathrooms. It longs for respite found on the back porch of a little cabin in north Georgia. It demands that we be present and cherish every step, the ones we planned and the ones we didn't. It doesn't despise traffic detours but welcomes, even embraces, the challenge of discovering a new route. The life we want is an adventure waiting to be taken. It is there, calling us, and we must go. We must go with passion and enthusiasm, by the grace of God and with the people He's given us. It doesn't always have a map, but it promises to be enthralling and exciting. 

These are the days life is handing us the keys to adventure...we just need to start the van and hit the road.