Sarah Anne I Am

Link: Enough So I found a blog written by someone I don’t know, but seem to have much in common with. And I share this because it encouraged me, as I lie awake in bed fighting the urge to go clean my bathroom, which feels more important than sleep tonight. I am staying in bed, because I am in sore need of a full night of sleep, and because I don’t want to fall into the trap of believing that a clean house is more important than these 1am cuddles with my baby, while he still is a baby. Mothers, do not be discouraged. Take heart. Soak in the sweet, quiet moments with your children, even it is simply holding them while they cry over something you cannot fix. Rejoice in them. Praise God for them. Choose to ignore your dirty dishes, dirty laundry, dirty hair…love the moments you have with your beautiful gift from God. I say this as much to remind myself as to encourage you.

  One year ago today, I put on a white dress and walked barefoot down an aisle between rows of smiling friends and family, and married the love of my life. It sounds a bit cliche, but he really is.   Arthur is my best friend, my greatest love- second only to the God of creation- and the man of my dreams. He is the best man that I know. I could go on for pages about the incredible husband I have been blessed with, and the many things that I adore and admire about him. But there is a better way for me to honor him and our first year of marriage, and that is to give credit where credit is truly due: the Father Who loves us.   There are many moments and dates in our relationship that I remember so well, but by far the most significant of those is the day we were married. Arthur’s dad, the humble and wise Bud Diener, married us. The ceremony was perfect, in that it was entirely Christ-focused. Because really, that’s what we want our marriage to be, and we wanted our wedding to set the

Sometimes I look at other girls and wonder how they get such perfect curls in their hair. Then I remember that they get up early and curl it. I just get up late, squint at the mirror, and say “Please be curly, please be curly!” Well, THERE’S your problem.

Confession: Sometimes Facebook reveals to me that friends of mine are also friends with each other. Sometimes this causes me to mentally jump up and down shouting “MARRY EACH OTHER!” Thank goodness I don’t do this in real life. Seriously, though…THEY COULD BE SO GREAT TOGETHER.