Sarah Mae
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Join me (and wise mentors along the way) as I explore messy heart topics such as anxiety, depression, intimacy, trauma, abortion, mother wounds, and other things we’d rather keep in the dark, with the goal of learning strategies we can use to seek healing in the pain and restoration in the ruins.

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How do you forgive when the wound is still open?

How do you forgive someone who wounded you so deeply, who carelessly brushed aside your pain, who caused such destruction? How do you forgive them when your wounds are still open, they show no remorse, and you’re so tangled up with them you’re not sure how to get untangled?

Study Psalm 40

When life hits hard and you aren’t sure what to do, it can be confusing, lonely, and seemingly hopeless.

Psalm 40 is the good news that God hears our cries and delights to rescue us. In this 8-session study, examine Psalm 40, ask honest questions of yourself and the Bible, and learn how to stay faithful to God amidst painful and hard times.




Recently when my youngest daughter found herself in a manipulative situation with a friend, there was an opportunity to learn and grow.

I was sitting in my living one afternoon when I heard the friend say to her, “If you don’t do this, I’m going to tell your mom,” and “If you don’t _________, I’m going to leave.” She shared what they were about, and we talked about how they made her feel and how to deal with them. I said to her, “The next time your friend comes to play, and she threatens to leave or tell on you, I want you to say, ‘I’m sorry you feel that way, but if you have to go or tell, you can do that.’”

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My oldest came to my room after bedtime and said, “Caroline keeps saying she needs you.”

I went upstairs and looked at my sweet little one, who is now four, curled up under her covers peacefully. I said, “Do you need me?” She nodded. I knelt down, crawled into bed with her, and snuggled up close. “Lullaby, and goodnight…” I softly began to sing. I rubbed her head and  nuzzled my nose into her hair, and felt the delicateness of her soft skin. She lay there, precious and still, with heavy eyelids, and I kissed her head and thought, “How many times have I rushed bedtime? How many moments like this have I lost?”

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My kids started public school a few weeks ago. (I know, weird and surprising.)

To put this in perspective of the randomness and weirdness and unlikeliness of us putting our kids in public school, my husband reminded me that I told him that if I ever died to never put the kids in public school. (No pressure or anything). I don’t know why I was so adamant, but apparently, I was. It’s all a blur now. All I know is that last month I found myself thinking about it all, and then I found myself driving to the district office for enrollment papers, and then I just casually filled them out “just in case” and all I can really say is, I guess the Spirit moved.