I sat, kneeled, and squatted until my muscles ached and burned from fatigue. My nails, even when covered with gloves, became encrusted with earth. The sun beat on my back. Sweat trickled down my neck. I, the greenthumb’s daughter, was gardening for the second weekend in a row. Let’s be real: I never voluntarily garden….
Author: Sarah Elizabeth Joy
Hope for Spring
It was one of those days in which the rain kept coming. I stood behind my church’s connection desk, and watched as one of the greeter’s hair soared straight into the air, as the wind swirled and ruffled it to and fro. The drear and drizzle continued throughout most of the afternoon. It was the…
Hope in Who God Says He is
Author: Sarah Dohman “God is drawing me to Him- to require me to rely upon His timing, His promises. To solidify that His plans are better than my own. I’m not saying this is easy. My heart longs for answers. I know my small, quiet desires- the ones I hide deep within and only a…
Waitlisted
Author: Sarah Dohman God has called me to care for others, specifically through a career in nursing. The call of loving people and taking care of the sick came early. In elementary school, I drew a picture explaining why I should be the President of the United States. I wrote these sentences on it. “Sarah…
Hope in Being Single
Author: Sarah Dohman It makes me a little nervous to write about my relationship status (or lack thereof). It’s personal, and frankly my philosophy for sharing my being single has been on a need-to-know basis only. It’s for me to know, and you to find out. I think it keeps the mystery alive. However, in…
Anchored Voices 