Not Just A Move.

As many people may be aware. I'm moving. Making the leap across the beautiful pacific to a land I've loved, basically, my whole life. This isn't just a move, But a mandate. Not just a dream, but a call. I've been called to step into and partner with the Lord in what he's doing in another nation. During my first trip over, I was shown the goodness of God. I made connections with beautiful people. I feel more deeply in love with a place I had only carried in my heart and dreams. Recently, God has really been speaking to me about why I'm 'called' to Australia. What He is looking to release through me. He's spoken to me about the impact and influence I'm meant to have in the people, church, communities... ect. I hadn't shared any of this with anyone else, He got louder. My trusted friends and leaders began to speak the very words to me the Lord was saying in times where it was just He and I. I knew, I knew so deep in my heart that I will be released soon to do these things. Along with that my friends and leaders were agreeing that I would have the finances to go. My travels are shaping up to be absolutely amazing. It's like my life has been a road map.. and now I'm allowed to begin paving a new road and building new bridges. As a leader and trainer. To raise up worshippers to take hold of their own sound and go out to the nations and do the same. To go after the song of the Lord in every tribe and tongue! This is so, SO very exciting for me. Pray with me as I prepare for this huge move. So much love.

Healed People, Heal People.

Thank you family and friends for your support of my blog.
Thanks for continuing to read and keep up with my adventures, frustrations, joys and the general goings on... of my life.

As many of you know I have been pursuing a life of relentless.. well, pursuit. Pursuit of my true identity, my heart and my purpose.. what's destiny?.. right?

I'm a dreamer and I always have been. So does that have anything to do with my destiny or purpose in life? or is it a waste of time and heart?

Since I've begun this ridiculous (in a good way) journey in September of 2010 as I drove my car 8hrs away from home to a town I'd never heard of, not knowing where I was going to sleep that night and with only about $150 in my pocket.. I realized I might be "in too deep".

but.. I knew in my heart.. If I'm really after what I say I'm after I need to lose sight of my "shore". I WAS in too deep.. and it was just the place I needed to be to find my land.

After a year and a half of a school I found God. Real God.. Good God, Father God, Friend God, Provider God, Restorer, Redeemer, Just, Creator, The God who KNOWS me. I met Him in a more real way than I ever knew I could.

I'm sure most people have heard the phrase "Hurt people, hurt people" used to help justify why people do malicious things to others for no apparent reason. Heck I've used it to excuse others' painful words or actions toward me. I even found some sort of comfort in it. Til I heard the opposite, "Healed people, heal people" It was said in passing during a teaching by a guest speaker Ray Arnold in class one day. It totally rocked me.

I realized. I am a healed person. I've been healed more than just physically by the Love of this real God I know. I've been healed emotionally, relationally, I was healed deep in my heart and soul. I was made new. I took that phrase as a mandate. I will be a healed person, continually being healed continually seeking truth and love, and I will heal people.

I've begun this here at home in Vacaville, CA. and it's been amazing.. The only power hurt people have to hurt others is their pain.. When it's taken away and restored they have to relearn how to interact with their emotions, and what that means for their relationships. I love walking through this process with people, I've fallen in love with people all over again.

All that being said. One of my biggest dreams has been to travel to and live in Australia. I've had a deep passion and love for the nation and it's people for as long as I can remember. And NOW I have an opportunity to do just that! I get to go for a couple months and partner with a church called Nexus in Brisbane, QLD, Australia. I couldn't be more excited!

I'm in great need of prayer for this adventure as it's my first over seas trip. I'm also in need of financial breakthrough for this new veture! 2,000 by April 15 to purchase my ticket!

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Thank you so much for reading, loving and praying.

Be blessed!

When Standing Is All You Can DO.

When it's all you can do to stand.

Remember promise.

Sounds so easy.
It's fascinating.

When what you're feeling isn't truth. Stand.

My knees, heart, will and mind are exhausted. I choose to stand.

If not for myself, then for the principles I live for.

Even though I don't see, even if I never see again, I know.

Even though.. even though.. even though.

I know.

My phone bill will be paid, My car will get gas, My bank account will rise again, I will have money for food and a passport and a plane ticket and tuition to finish school.

I'm strong, I'm loved, I'm cared for and I'm super fun.

I'm scared.


But I know better.

Where I've Been, Where I Am. Where I'm Going.

Where I've been:

Life has been interesting and exciting from birth.

I've been down in the dumps, I've been happy, I've been through junk.
I've seen the provision and the goodness of the Lord in my life. I've doubted miracles, healings, signs and wonders, provision and even the validity of God (even as I watched and even prayed for it to happen). I've seen the Gold dust that appears during a worship service at a church in northern Ca. I've experienced freedom from tormenting thoughts and actions. I've felt the spirit of God seem to explode in me and the sound of a word. I've felt my spirit leap.

I've sat weeping in the presence of God.
I've danced before the Lord.

This is all VERY real.

Where I am:

I'm sitting; stirring inside.
I'm back in a place where I owe tuition (1,600), have a mission trip to attend(2,500), gas to buy... bills to pay.
and My business has slowed to nothing.
I'm back in a place where I desire most to be present to the moment. To look into the face of God not for provision or growth or status... but for relationship. To love Him and be loved by Him.
I get to see people set free from rejection, failures and all sorts of torment. I'm in a school
I'm in a place where there's been SO much growth in me.

I HAVE to trust.
I MUST be present.
I CAN'T let go.
looking at my present circumstance where it seems I have nothing to offer.. and giving up looks to be the only option... I have to laugh and remind myself I was here less than a year ago, and I MADE it! These circumstances are a promotion.

Where I Am Going:

Guys... I can't express how excited I am for this next move.
I have made a connection to my own heart that I never knew I could experience.
These things will only grow. I have a promise to see hundreds of people set free in a single day. To see crowds run to an alter to receive Jesus. I can't, I refuse to give up now.
I'm running more determined to win and conquer than ever. Nothing will stop me.

Please consider partnering with me prayerfully and financially as I embark on this ridiculous journey to see the world through the eyes of the Lord. To run a race where the opposition is thick but the Goodness of God shines through. Partner with me as I pierce the darkness with light and love.
I've seen the power of the furious, unrelenting love of Jesus.
and no one I ever come in contact with from here on out will ever miss that.

I WILL see the captives set free.
I WILL see Jesus get his full reward.

Snow Globe.

This is a short story loosely based on life.

first rough draft.. so

enjoy.


Snow Globe

She had been waiting, what seemed like decades to her young heart, for this day, greatly anticipating the promise she knew would come in just a few short minutes. She would finally get the snow globe, a family heirloom she had been coveting since she was the ripe old age of five. This year she was nine and had spent hours practicing safely carrying dishes and glasses proving to mom she was big enough to properly handle the sacred heritage. Thoughts of joy and excitement whipped through her mind, she had been envisioning the beautiful symbol of family sitting on her nightstand lit up, snow stirring the tinker of a simple lullaby gently whisking her to sleep.
Her heart leapt, mom was home. As her mom entered the house the snippy cold rushed in behind her, only to be shut out by the quiet slam of the front door. Her heart now racing, she watched as her mother retrieved the globe. She could hardly bare the excitement any longer. Mom then stepped back into the living room, where the young girl wait, handed her the snow globe that she had been longing so patiently for. Mom reminded the girl once more of the importance of the globe, how invaluable it was to the family, the significance of each part and exactly how far it had been passed down. She left her with the final request to never drop or disturb the precious gift. The girl was a little upset her mother could even hint to her being so irresponsible with something she clearly held so dear.
That night she couldn’t take her eyes off the gift. With a gentle wind and swift tilt the whole world inside the fragile glass window would come to life. She imagined the music filling that small town and the people inside being so taken with the beautiful melodies they would dance gracefully in the snow. As her father tucked her in he informed her of how proud he was of the character and integrity she had displayed in the years leading up to her gift. He kissed her on the head and let it play just once more.
The next morning she woke up with the same great excitement from the night before. She still couldn’t believe it. She sat up and reached over for the snow globe it began to tip as if in slow motion. Her world stopped, heart no longer beating as she watched the globe fall from the stand it sat so eloquently on. Seconds later the devastating sound of a shatter hit her in her very core. Warm tears began to well in her eyes. She peered over the edge of her bed, no longer able to hold in the pain of her failure. Mom ran into her room searching out the sound and checking on her daughter. She noticed the globe. Disappointment rose in her mother’s heart and translated to her face, tone and harsh words. She quickly turned and left the room overwhelmed with emotion.
The girl was left to stew in her own shame. Her thoughts ran alongside her regret. How could she have been so careless, how could she disappoint all the women in her family line? She lost the inheritance for herself and her future daughters. Just then her bedroom door creaked open. It was her father. He walked toward her with tears in his own eyes. This confused the young girl surely he knew what happened. To her surprise he walked over to her broken dreams as they lay there on the floor. The music no longer played, the snow strewn across the hardwood floor and fragile glass bulb shattered into a thousand pieces. As he bent over and scooped up the mess he looked up at his beloved daughter, his eyes explained to her that what broke his heart was not the mess but how much he knew it hurt his little girl. After the globe was cleaned up he sweetly wrapped her in his arms and told her the accident didn’t reflect her character or integrity. He knew who she was.
As he cradled his precious daughter they both noticed a knock at the door, it was mom. She slowly entered the room an apology in her eyes and forgiveness in her hands. It was a new snow globe. The little girls eyes filled with delight, her mind with confusion and wonder. Her mother presented her with the new globe, a new legacy. She held the globe and felt restored. It truly was a new day



Thanks for reading.

Sarah.

The Second Year Experience.

I've been in school for three months.
I'm still..... figuring out what 'living in faith' looks and feels like.
The kind of faith that says and knows, with every fiber of your being, that God will provide. Sometimes I have it... most the time I don't.
This year, I don't have a steady job.
The bills are still there. I have 1700 left of tuition and my upcoming Mission Trip to pay for.
It's becoming exhausting and exhilarating.
but, somehow.. I've made it this far.

I'm, in huge transition right now. I'm experiencing a move of God like I've never encountered before. In my personal times of prayer and intercession and in corporate times of worship. I've stepped into the beginnings of one of my biggest dreams coming true.

Starting this second year of school has been one of the hardest things I've done in a long time. It's a daily decision to not just stand.. but to move forward and keep taking ground. I get to do what I love and be who I am and find out what that looks like. More than that, I'm standing, fighting and running on behalf of my family and the people I have yet to meet, the people who need me to tell my story of redemption and strength to encourage them to pursue actually knowing a God who IS love in the purest and fullest sense of the word. To know worth.

Even now I could burst with happiness about how amazing I've found God to be in just these three months. There have been days where I've just cried in gratitude, days where I've laughed and couldn't stop smiling in thankfulness... what the heck have I become?

Every morning I take a deep breath.
Not one day is the same.
I love the unexplainable wonders of God.
I love the signs that point to His true nature.
I love the way He flows through me and I can feel Him moving.
What. A. Gift.

I've been given a chance to see with new eyes.
and tomorrow I'll be given a new chance to refresh my goggles.

I guess this is what second year has been so far.
Learning.


I'm in the school of the Holy Spirit.
I've set course for a cliff... and I'm sprinting faster than my own feet can carry me.
I don't know what's gonna happen when I jump... but, I've jumped before.

Somehow... I've made it this far.

I always seem to have the most inspiration when I'm driving.
I get these awesome one-liners, great ideas for topics to write on and I'm oh, so articulate... when I realize it...I completely forget the thought. Such is life..?

I began this new journey in August of 2010.
All I knew was that;
I had $150 in my pocket,
I had a dream,
a vision for my life,
a promise that came with a call,
an acceptance letter to Deeper (the school I've been attending since Sept2010),
and that I was driving to Vacaville, ca September 5. A city I've never been.. without a place to live, the cost of tuition or knowledge of how I would acquire either.

This past year wasn't much different. I never really knew where groceries, gas, tuition payments were coming from.
But, I was totally taken care of.
completely.
It was scary.
It was freeing.

I learned a level of trust I never knew I could experience.
I gained a new level of confidence.

I'm quickly approaching the start of second year.
this time with a place to live.
I've got about $2 to my name.
A quarter tank of gas and no idea how I'm going to pay tuition this next year.
Or for anything really.

Even after all the breakthrough I've experienced this year in trust in the Lord's willingness to provide for me. I still had to fight to hold the ground I've taken in the midst of what seems like a silly move.
I know there's a promise.
I know I walk in tremendous favor.
More importantly, I know Jehovah Jireh - God our Provider.

I have really big plans.
Even bigger dreams.
and LOTS of hope.

needless to say.. I'm excited for "the midnight hour"
there's no way I've fought this long and this hard to give up now.
I'm no where near done with this wildly fantastic adventure.

Life is to be lived.

I'm living mine the way I like.

prayer support is always incredibly appreciated.


thanks.