Journey Back in Time

    In order to move forward, I must first journey back in time. If we were in person, this would be the moment where I would begin singing, "Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start..." {insert student eye rolling} I still wonder almost daily why most children look absolutely lost when I mention The Sound of Music. I can sing "Edelweiss" and instantly be taken back to rocking my babies in their quiet nurseries. Julie Andrews is a gift.

     In the fall of 2023, I began substitute teaching as a way to fill my days when all of my children decided to abandon me for public school. With absolute certainty, I knew this would be a temporary distraction and nothing more. Me? Teaching again? I would have laughed at the mere suggestion. Well, as God often does, He rolled up His sleeves and said "Is that so, Sarah?"  In His sovereignty and unwavering love for me, He saw seasons that I couldn't, and He knew what I didn't. 

     That "temporary distraction" turned into two consecutive maternity leaves on the same team and in the same school. I was smitten. That team would carry me through an extremely difficult season that year. The Lord knew exactly what I needed before I did. This would serve as the foundation for a full time teaching position, on the same team, in the same grade, and in the same school. I felt so incredibly unworthy of the happiness and contentment that season provided me. My heart was filled to overflowing.

     Sometime shortly after the beginning of 2026, my soul began to stir. Feelings of unrest and exclusion began to threaten the joy that I had been clinging to. Dreams woke me in the middle of the night, thoughts raced through my mind, and panic began to set in. I knew exactly what was happening. 

March 30, 2026- "Wrestling with the big emotions I've had over the last month have felt familiar. Too familiar. It's in these seasons of uncertainty, confusion, weariness, and feelings of simply being "lost" that You begin to position me for change. It's as if You are tilling the soil of my heart, preparing to sow a new seed."

     I knew that the Lord was readying me for change. And that would come with a price. I knew that He would allow aspects of my life to crumble to remind me Who was in control. I knew that He would allow my emotions to become wrecked to remind me that He has and will always carry me. I knew that He would allow confusion to hijack my life to remind me that "The heart of a man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps." (Proverbs 16:9) I knew that obedience was going to be hard, and that hard is often synonymous with right. He allows this not to harm me, but to give me a future and a hope. He loves me too much to leave me where I am. I get overwhelmed at the thought of that sort of extravagant love. 

     "Crumble" might not be the most appropriate verb to have used in the explanation above. March didn't crumble, it imploded. Maximum impact. It felt as if the enemy was attacking from every side. As quickly as I could assess one bleed, another piece of shrapnel would find its way into my heart. I felt like I was hemorraging faster than I could repair. All consuming sadness burrowed deep into my heart, and left me feeling more isolated and alone than ever, and that's how depression works. It convinces you that no one notices and no one cares. After all, no one is holding a bandage and fighting against the false notion that time and space is the cure. I found myself sitting in this, trying to hold what I was feeling and the truths that I know to be true in one hand. When I became overwhelmed, I prayed. When I needed to quiet the emotions, I turned up the worship. Sometimes, it was a beautiful melody. Sometimes, it was grieving sobs. He knew my heart. He knew the words that I couldn't manage to form. He knew, and He sat right in it with me. 

     In the middle of this emotional, professional, and personal hurricane, I knew that every moment was necessary. God wastes nothing, and I knew that eventually I would emerge broken and tattered, but held, so my prayer remained constant.

March 29, 2026- "I have spent much of the month asking God to not let me miss whatever He's trying to teach me."

     A post it would have been easier, but would I have noticed or taken action? A friend once quoted Spurgeon, and that quote has sewn the broken pieces of my heart together more times than I can count. "I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages." It's not lost on me that a simple post it would have left me to my own wisdom and devices, which naturally is broken and flawed and completely void of faith. God loves me too much for that. 

     In the middle of the sadness, isolation, and confusion, He allows pieces of my heart and soul to be pruned. It sheds light on my sin and offers opportunity to repent. It opens my eyes to the relationships, conversations, and words that are anything but honoring to the Lord. Conviction is a gift. I pray the Holy Spirit never stops rocking my world when my life fails to point others to Him through my words, actions, and deeds. 

     So, I sit and wait. Like Gideon, I tell the Lord to make things clear. Once is good, but multiple times is better. I don't need all seven MapQuest pages...just the next right thing. Be careful with those words, though. He just might do exactly that as you're leaned up against a shelf of books in the school library.

"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing."

James 1:2-4

     

Holy Harrassment

12 Years

I felt the Lord nudge me this morning to see if I could dig up this old blog. I couldn’t even remember the web address. A lot of life has happened in 12 years, so it’s no wonder I forgot it.

I spent some time reading these posts from start to finish.

If you’re new here, pause. Look to the right-hand column to locate “Archives.” You have to start at the very beginning—or at least that’s what Julie Andrews taught me in The Sound of Music.

So much has changed since this very first entry, but some things are exactly the same:

Life: still hard and messy
My children: 3 + 1 adoption = loved and hard
Church: we left Parkway Place to begin attending The Summit
Location: we later moved to help plant a Summit church in another area of our state
Me: still trying to control the narrative
God: still faithful, patient, and sovereign

While I’m a few years older, a few pounds heavier, and have a heart that yearns even more desperately for Jesus, these previous blog posts seem to mirror my life once again. The Lord never gives up on His children. He is actively seeking to refine, strengthen, and draw us closer to Him. And when those seasons come, they are INTENSE for an already emotional and slightly unhinged Sarah B.

The Lord dramatically enters stage right with an intense orchestra buildup and a single, direct spotlight. And in that moment, I realize everything is about to change.

This “holy harassment” has now occurred three distinct times in my adult life: foster care/adoption (2014), moving our family three hours away to help start a church (2021), and now in 2026. He bombards my waking thoughts, sleeping thoughts, and every thought in between. The Lord allows sermons to be crafted, worship music to be released, and conversations to unfold that lead me to a place of absolute unrest—and SO MANY TEARS. At least now I can identify it: He’s about to move, He’s about to require sacrificial obedience, and life is about to look incredibly different.

Writing is cathartic for me, and maybe my story will offer encouragement to someone else. I will also include bits and pieces of my private journal, just as I did in previous posts. I try very hard to live an authentic life—one where His story is told so that others may see His love, protection, provision, and peace—but that requires vulnerability and transparency.

So, to whomever reads this, hold my heart gently as I pour out my “holy harassment.” But above all else, watch how my Jesus carries me every step of the way—and know that He’s carrying you, too.

"Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6

Still stepping out onto those waters,

Sarah

In Love with Uncomfortable

Laundry. Bible Study. Emails. Wash bottles. Prep dinner.

I've got so many things to do right now, but my head is swimming. Swimming with thoughts that kept me up this morning during a very hungry 5:30am wake up call.

Since my last post, our home was approved as a foster/adopt family within DHS. Crazy. One week later, my phone rang with tragic news. A precious 2 month old needed a home. My heart was overwhelmed.

Were we ready? 
Was this God's will? 
Do we need to wait a bit longer?

That sweet little soul was placed into my arms, and my life was instantly changed.

In an instant, he radically transformed
...our routine.
...our home.
...our family.
...our hearts.

Last night, as I was getting him ready for bed, my thoughts began to wander. They took me back to the questions I frantically asked myself the night he entered our world, and my heart was convicted.

Were we ready?
No, we weren't. Honestly, I'm not sure we'll ever be ready. But, God was.

For so many years, our family had been living the American dream.

B had a great job.
I was blessed to stay home and teach our children.
We drove decent vehicles.
We lived in a large home.
We took family vacations.
We wore nice clothes.

Our lives were comfortable. Dare I say, uncomplicated.

Then, God began to bring us to the end of ourselves. He wanted us to see the selfishness in our lifestyle, and ultimately, the selfishness in our hearts. When I think back to these years, one thing is missing....

...Jesus.

Sure, we went to church. Sure, we were "saved". Sure, we occasionally donated to charity. Heck, we even tithed regularly at church. But, something was missing, and we didn't have a clue.

Friends, our world changed when we realized where we'd gone wrong.

Jesus isn't concerned with our comfort.
Jesus was never comfortable.
Jesus isn't "in" the comfortable.

You know why?
Because in the "comfortable", you don't need Jesus.

Two weeks ago, a 10 pound piece of His heart was placed into my hands. He chose me and my family to love him. The weight of that will forever grip me. In those moments, I needed Jesus. I needed him. My life had become anything but comfortable. My love for this baby was anything but comfortable.

As I closed the door, and the caseworker's car disappeared into the night, I whispered...

"Lord, draw near. I need you here. I need you to be in every moment. I need you to help me pick the pieces up and put them back together for him. I need you to put the pieces of my heart back together when he leaves my arms. There is no way we can do this without you."

I've never felt the presence of my heavenly Father quite like I have in the past two weeks.

This is hard.
This is complicated.
This is messy.
This is uncomfortable.
But, my heart knows Jesus in ways I never imagined. Ways I didn't know were possible.

So, world, you can keep your comforts. You can keep your "status quo". I'm never going back.

Inaction Truly is Action

"Silence in the face of evil is itself evil.

God will not hold us guiltless.

Not to speak is to speak.

Not to act is to act."

-Bonhoeffer

Our desire was obedience.

Our hearts wanted to serve. To meet a need.

Our human nature quickly put perimeters on that obedience.

We will follow you, Lord. We will abandon our plan, our desires. 

But.

You need to make it look like this.

We'll take a baby in a private adoption. Because a baby will fit nicely into our little family. It's uncomplicated and unmessy. And it will in no way require a testing of our faith. It will in no way require much sacrifice from us. And it will not force us to rely solely on your strength and provision. 

We were well on our way with an almost completed private homestudy, ready for a private domestic adoption. Pursuing what we thought was God's plan for our lives. What we didn't know...there was much work left to do in us.

In April, I registered us to sit through an informational meeting with The CALL of Arkansas. Let me be honest here....I did NOT want to go. My mind had already rationalized a private, domestic adoption. I had already begun planning what this would look like in our lives. I had a plan, and I didn't need God's editing skills.

So, we didn't go. 

So, He turned up the volume. He was so persistent that I registered us a second time for the May meeting. Y'all, I sound ridiculous. Hang with me.

My parents came to watch the littles, and Brad and I set out for Geyer Springs Baptist Church. Of course, we had a good 30 minutes in the car for me to throw another little temper-tantrum. I spent the first 10 minutes staring out the passenger window. Mad. 

I finally broke the silence.

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to go to this meeting."

My precious love, knowing that I needed to kick and scream a bit, simply said, "Why?"

"I don't want to hear what He has to say. He's going to break my heart, and I will never be able to unhear or unsee what He is about to reveal."

I knew that my inaction would be nothing other than disobedience. I would never be able to hide behind the facade of ignorance. My heart would know. The conviction would be too great.

Friends, did He show up that night. We sat down. People spoke. Videos played. I fought some of the biggest tears of my life. But He began to speak, and He rocked my cozy, little world.

Foster care? You have lost your mind. Brad and I have been against this from the beginning. This could NEVER work. We have three young children. Surely, someone else is better suited for this. We just can't.

Sound familiar? What in the world is wrong with me? Will I ever learn?

Look. We have our three babies to protect. Their safety...what about their safety? It's our job to keep them safe.

This is when He straight schooled me.

Sarah. I think there a few things you need to recognize. First, and foremost....they are not YOUR babies. They are mine. They are safely in the palm of My hand. I am their Father. They are my creation, and I desire to prosper them, not to harm them.

But Lord. Foster care is so messy. So many issues and problems. Those kids have some serious problems. We can't let that into our home with our children. 

Why are "your" children of more value? Are they not all mine? Are they not all precious in My sight?  

Their worth does not lay in your hands.

That night, my plan was wadded up and thrown in the trash. Our journey with the CALL had been ignited. Our action would no longer be defined by our inaction.

Father, Your children will be my children. All of them.

Red, yellow, black, or white. 

Messy or clean.

From my womb or another.

Lord, please allow our lives to radiate Your love and mercy in whatever way You choose.

"We know that all things work together for the good of those that love God: those who are

called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28

Never in a Million, Gazillion Years

God is in the places and moments where you least expect Him.

When He first began "bothering" me with the idea of adoption, I never in a million, gazillion years would've thought we'd actually be standing in this place. Adoption is crazy, but I guess God's a little crazy, too.

When we first accepted God's calling on our lives to pursue adoption, I never in a million, gazillion years thought it would be this hard. Take this much time. Require this much paperwork.

Y'all. This race is long.

When we finally began the homestudy process, I never in a million, gazillion years thought it would be anything but simple.

God has a funny sense of humor like that.

When we prayerfully sought out how He intends to use our family to meet the needs of others and obey His commands to care for the orphans, I never in a million, gazillion years thought that He might actually be seeking to shape and grow me.

Just when we think we've got a grip on this, a game plan, so to speak, He steps in and changes the rules. Or calls a time out.

"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways" declares the Lord. Isaiah 55:8

I was sure that we had deciphered exactly what God was saying to us. I was sure that the way we were going was His way. Then, He threw a curve ball. Maybe we were hearing what we wanted to hear. Maybe the need we are meant to meet isn't at all where we thought it would be.

Lord, "guide my steps by Your Word." (Psalm 119:133) Adoption is huge. This is so much bigger than we are. We absolutely need Your guidance, as we move forward.

Please be in prayer for us as we complete our final interview for our homestudy tomorrow. Pray for clear direction as we stand ready to joyfully obey and be a part of His plan.

Love Is Waiting

"But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people of His own, so that you may proclaim the virtues of the One who called you out of darkness and into His marvelous light." 1 Peter 2:9

You were chosen.

I was chosen.

We were chosen for a life and eternity that are far from what we actually deserve.

We were {all} chosen.

When I come to the table, I bring some pretty hefty baggage with me. Please allow me to get comfortable, because we might be here a minute.

I've got my American Tourister "FEAR" bag.

I've got one Case Logic "SELFISHNESS" bag.

One Swiss Army "DECEPTION" bag.

And, make a little room for my Samsonite "ADDICTION" bag.

I've got one more carry-on. I try not to bring too much attention to this one, mainly because I thought it wasn't as important...as life-altering...as sinful. 

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

God finally rocked my world when he said, "Sarah, get the Caboodle out. It's time we work on that one."

I am most ashamed of this one. I have no excuses worthy of defending this baggage. No justification suitable to explain away my inaction. For too long, I have done nothing. I have lived inside my comfortable box of status quo. For too long, I have checked off boxes to satisfy what I thought was my obedience.

Women's Bible study....check.

Sunday School teacher....check.

Children's ministry volunteer...check.

Daily prayer....check.

Occasional journaling....check.

"You shall give to him [poor] freely..."....we don't have enough money.

"...satisfy the desire of the afflicted..."....that's too messy.

"Go. Sell what you possess, and give to the poor..." ...I need the new iPhone.

"to visit orphans and widows in their affliction."...change the channel. It's not there if I ignore it.

"correct oppression. Bring justice to the fatherless..."...that's someone else's job. They're better equipped.

So, what have I been doing?

Nothing.

Have I been faithfully obedient?

No.

God grabbed Brad and me by the shoulders and simply said. 

"Now. You move now."

So, in February 2014, we moved. We began contacting adoption agencies with a flood of emotion. We didn't have a clue, people. Not...a....clue. We moved anyway. We knew God would explain later. We knew that even though it didn't make sense then, it would one day. For once in my life, I terrifyingly moved forward with no plan and no road map.

In mid-March, we were approved with a local adoption agency in central AR. We were actually doing this. After weeks of prayer, conversations with friends who've adopted, and way more prayer, I felt the need to cast the net one more time.

God decided a detour was in order.

In April, a new agency popped up. We knew that God wanted us to go and meet with this husband and wife team. After many attempts to schedule a meeting and failed childcare arrangements, I was discouraged. I was tired. Emotionally spent. I sensed a forfeiture in my future. It was too much. Too hard.

Y'all. God shows up in those moments in the most beautiful way. I received a card in the mail from a sweet friend offering the strength and encouragement I needed to keep going. Through her, God breathed into my spirit. "This is not going to be easy, Sarah. But, it will be worth it."

In mid-April, we met with an agency that would solidify the "how" to our obedience. Brad and I knew. We knew we were right were God wanted us to be. Friends, it's in those moments, that peace is found. Our worry, our fears, our anxiety....they were gone. We knew that He would be in the details. We just needed to be ready and willing.

Are we ready? Most days. (Just being real, here.)

Are we willing? Every step of the way.

I've always heard that God doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called. We are a living, breathing, example of that. We are not equipped. We are not ready. We have not planned for this.

We had plans.

We have debt.

We have a car that will be um, cozy.

We don't have another bedroom.

I want to get caught up in these details. I want to give reasons why this is a horrible idea. Why we, are the wrong people. Why someone else is so much better suited for adoption. 

"And my God will supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:19

He'll show up. He always does. 

He'll provide. He always does.

He'll direct and guide. He promised He would.

That's all we have. His words...His promises.

But, that's all we need.

He is enough.

"When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; the flames will not consume you." Isaiah 43:2

So, we stand ready to meet a need. To show a birth mom, a baby, a birth family that we all have weight in this world. We are {all} "a chosen race, a royal priesthood". We are humbled to be a part of God's plan to illustrate His love, mercy, and grace to those around us. We are not going to be "selected" or "matched" with a birth mom based on a profile or pictures of our family. We are not advertising or marketing. We strongly believe that somewhere, a birth mom needs us, and we need her. We believe that God will bring us together. We don't know who she is or where she lives. 

Maybe she's your cousin in Florida.

Or your brother's girlfriend in Cabot.

Maybe she's the teenager at the abortion clinic in Little Rock.

Maybe she's our neighbor.

What we do know...

Our homestudy will be completed by the end of June. We will be legally ready to accept a baby anytime after that. If you know of a need or situation, please contact me at dzsarahbradshaw@yahoo.com. 

No one can do everything, but everyone can do something.

How can you help?

There is no way we can do this on our own. No way. We will absolutely need everyone's help along the way. These are ways that you can play a part in God's plan for our lives:

1. Prayer-This is the single most important way that you can journey alongside us. We need every.single.prayer. Add us to your prayer group, your Sunday School class prayer chain, your small group prayer time. Scream it from the mountaintop. God will hear our cries. 
2. Be aware- There is no way that we can be aware of every need out there. If you know of a need, let us know. Mention our names and our heart to be obedient to God's calling through adoption. Our agency will serve as a liaison between us and a birth family, but we desire a very open relationship. We want the opportunity to love a birth mom exactly where she is.
3. Financial Support- We do not have $15,000+ just hanging out in reserve for adoption. This was NOT our plan. We will need help along the way. Once a birth mom has been located, we will need support. We will have an online way to give, and will probably have some fundraisers as well, but we want your giving to be God-led.

Thank you for loving us and supporting us as we answer God's call on our lives. For now...

"I will move ahead, bold and confident.

Taking every step in obedience.

While I'm waiting, I will serve You.

While I'm waiting, I will worship.

While I'm waiting, I will not faint.

I'll be running the race even while I wait."

(John Waller)

We Fall Down

We fall down,

we lay our crowns

at the feet of Jesus.

The greatness of 

Your mercy and love

at the feet of Jesus.

And we cry "holy, holy, holy"

And we cry "holy, holy, holy"

And we cry "holy, holy, holy"

is the Lamb.

(Chris Tomlin and Kyle David Matthews)

I am one of  the most "type-A, OCD, controlling, over-planning, loud, and dramatic" people you will ever meet. Just ask my completely quiet and introverted husband. 

I like a little flair for the dramatic. 

Less is never more.

My planner is my life. 

Everything can and will fit into an excel spreadsheet.

Apart from these very key characteristics that sum up my personality, one other thing I am...

private.

Much to my chagrin, God has been very clear from the starting line that this journey must be anything BUT private. 

I do not want to struggle.

I do not want to fail.

I do not want to disappoint.

And when I do (because I will), I do not want others to see.

Allowing you to see and feel the raw emotion, the mountaintops and the valleys, gives you front row seats to God's amazing grace and love. I never, in a million years, thought my words would amount to much. I was okay with that. What a blessing the phone conversations, text messages, and Facebook messages have been.

We need each other. I pray that our story will encourage you. I pray that it will draw you and me closer together. Most importantly, I pray that it will draw you closer to Him, the One who will spend your entire life chasing after you with reckless abandon.

And, I pray that when we fall down (because we will), that you will help us dust off our knees and keep going. 

The race set before us has begun. Please be praying for us in the days to come. We are standing at the edge, ready to jump. It will be the prayers of those around us that will carry us safely to the hands of our Father.