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
