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Hey you! So glad you’re here. This is one of my favorite spaces. I’m Sara, a mama to six who is learning to see God’s thread in life’s middle minutes. I’m an adoption lover who is still dating my best friend and I'm writing here in the extra margins of life. I wrote books published by Zondervan— Every Bitter Thing is Sweet and my second, Unseen, in August 2017. And there are more to come. I love words and I love Him.
by sarahagertywritesMany are they who say of me, “There is no help for him in God.” But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory and the One who lifts up my head. I cried to the Lord with my voice, And He heard me from His holy hill. Psalm 3:2-4 . Photo: @juliekcannon | #novemberadoration
by sarahagertywritesMy son, do not despise the chastening of the Lord, nor detest His correction; For whom the Lord loves He corrects, Just as a father the son in whom he delights. Proverbs 3:11-12 . Photo: @juliekcannon | #novemberadoration
by sarahagertywritesMy relationship with adoption changes every year alongside my relationship with my children, whom we adopted. . “Mom, it bothers me when people say they love adoption. I don't love adoption," says one of mine. Adoption, for her, meant the devastating loss of something so fundamental. Family and safety and a biological mother's skin against hers, thus the loss of a sense of identity that brought with it questions like "why am I even here?" For a seven-year-old. . Much like our Christian culture that longs to skip to the end, to read the last page, we want to call children like mine restored and rescued ... overlooking that restoration can be both a one-time act *and* a lifetime of walking it out. We were made for the end of the story — thus, we crave it. But it is the everyday walk towards that end of the story that makes us. Shapes us. . As my kids grow and I watch their grief unfold, I find myself advocating for that which we often dismiss: the need to grieve. . So many have told us over the years as we witness the repercussions of our children's losses: "it’s just a