The Consolation Prize

The Consolation Prize

We often joke about consolation prizes. After all, they confirm what we, in our heart of hearts, knew all along: we are not the winner. We are second, third, fourth, or even last place in whatever contest we just participated in. We did not get the prize or...
Who Am I?

Who Am I?

Have you ever wrestled with the question, “Who am I?” I sure have. As someone who has crossed cultural boundaries, my national identity as an American is shaken to the core. In a slow and pervasive way, India has invaded my identity and shaped me so much that I will...
The Birth of Survival Sarah

The Birth of Survival Sarah

The dim lights allowed the projection to show up more clearly. I struggled to hold my head up to watch the gruesome video. I hate horror movies and never watch them, never will. But here I was, just out of a three-week stint in the hospital watching an educational...
Pieces and Parts

Pieces and Parts

As I meditate on the broken pottery theme, let’s consider the fragments. Normally, broken pieces are thrown away, worthy only of the garbage. We threw away a broken mirror recently. The big, sharp shards were dangerous, so we took care to place every piece in a tough,...
Self-Portrait 47.0

Self-Portrait 47.0

As mentioned in my last post, I’m understanding myself better. Maybe you might be wondering why you should try to read and understand Sarah understanding herself better! Well, “Christ’s love compels me”[i] to share my stories in hopes that they can help you live your...