Sarah, thank you for writing this and thank you for resharing it. In April 2015 I was about six months pregnant with twins. I remember reading this essay and it profoundly shaped how I mothered those babies. It still does today. Thank you for your work and your words, they have been such gifts to me 💛
That was so beautiful Sarah, thank you. You can print this every year and that would make this girl happy. Those gentle words of reassurance that we are not alone. Not ever. Bless you for your gracious words, you are such a gift for us all. I wish you peace this day
I always dread Good Friday...I despise and get massively overwhelmed thinking about or watching (truly can't) the crucifixion. I woke up this morning with that feeling of dread that I'm supposed to think about what we did to Jesus - what he allowed us to do. Thank you for this perspective as we enter this Easter weekend. I know we have to accept the cross to truly celebrate the resurrection - even though I prefer to just breeze past today and move onto Sunday! As always, I so appreciate you and am grateful for your heart and the words you share. Thank you Sarah!
I'm reading this the Tuesday after Good Friday and I'm stuck on "I’ve heard that most of our theology is autobiography. I think that’s mostly true. I think we will often unwittingly project what we learned about authority onto God"
It helps make sense of how I was parented, how even though I'm over 40, I am still parented. I have no kids so I can't compare how I was parented to how I parent my biological kids but I can compare it to how I parent my niblings, and how my siblings parent their kids. Why my siblings and I are often in conflict with my parents on some issues. It is so eye-opening, so freeing and I haven't unraveled my thoughts enough to articulate them cohesively in this comment. It just makes so much sense to me and helps me better understand my parents.
Thank you so much for this revelation and insight, Sarah. I know I'll be musing over this for long, and will probably be able to articulate myself better after some musing but for now, thank you.
And it’s still true today…thank you. Lessons learned along the way so long ago. And then getting to grandparent the same way. It hurts my heart to see kids not listened to, not honored to be who they were born to be. Sigh…
Thank you Sarah for this beautiful reminder that whatever is going on around us, and its feels like ALOT all the time, we're not alone. The image of God whispering I got you, brings comfort. Bless you.
I wish I could remember when I learned that the life we all live now is scripture, continuing the written text. Your story of nurturing your infant touches me so deeply on this good friday. I was raised long ago and babies were left to cry so not to spoil the. I cry for all wounded in that teaching. The cross is a strange birthing place, a healing place of pain, and yet a troubling disturbing place. Perhaps the gospel writers never experienced the whole making love you offered your child? Perhaps they wrote within their context of sacrifice and blood offerings, which they did. What would happen to all of us , if we risked, teaching mothering love as gospel and celebrated vulnerability!!!! Our voices have been too quiet to speak against the male dominated teachings and hierarchy of church led by celibate mentor some. How can anyone know intimacy and relationship without being close to half the people in the world, women. Your post I celebrate. The entire Christian community needs to read it. The love of Jesus was killed on a cross because of fear of his open hearted compassionate love. I am at the end of my days and I rejoice that you will be used to birth newness. It is much to late for too many, comes and nones. It causes me great sorrow to proclaim he is risen when so many are dead to the beauty of jesus. Thanks is,a poor offering to you. Holy thanks. Easter newness. Keep on keeping on. I celebrate your way and work. I pastored rural churches for 24 years and the culture won. The darkness will never overcome the light of love.
Sarah, thank you for writing this and thank you for resharing it. In April 2015 I was about six months pregnant with twins. I remember reading this essay and it profoundly shaped how I mothered those babies. It still does today. Thank you for your work and your words, they have been such gifts to me 💛
That was so beautiful Sarah, thank you. You can print this every year and that would make this girl happy. Those gentle words of reassurance that we are not alone. Not ever. Bless you for your gracious words, you are such a gift for us all. I wish you peace this day
I always dread Good Friday...I despise and get massively overwhelmed thinking about or watching (truly can't) the crucifixion. I woke up this morning with that feeling of dread that I'm supposed to think about what we did to Jesus - what he allowed us to do. Thank you for this perspective as we enter this Easter weekend. I know we have to accept the cross to truly celebrate the resurrection - even though I prefer to just breeze past today and move onto Sunday! As always, I so appreciate you and am grateful for your heart and the words you share. Thank you Sarah!
Through tears I take in that image of God whispering I got you🙏
Thank you for an image of Good Friday, an image of love like no other. More than ever our suffering world needs, I’M HERE YOU’RE NOT ALONE.
I'm reading this the Tuesday after Good Friday and I'm stuck on "I’ve heard that most of our theology is autobiography. I think that’s mostly true. I think we will often unwittingly project what we learned about authority onto God"
It helps make sense of how I was parented, how even though I'm over 40, I am still parented. I have no kids so I can't compare how I was parented to how I parent my biological kids but I can compare it to how I parent my niblings, and how my siblings parent their kids. Why my siblings and I are often in conflict with my parents on some issues. It is so eye-opening, so freeing and I haven't unraveled my thoughts enough to articulate them cohesively in this comment. It just makes so much sense to me and helps me better understand my parents.
Thank you so much for this revelation and insight, Sarah. I know I'll be musing over this for long, and will probably be able to articulate myself better after some musing but for now, thank you.
And it’s still true today…thank you. Lessons learned along the way so long ago. And then getting to grandparent the same way. It hurts my heart to see kids not listened to, not honored to be who they were born to be. Sigh…
Lordy. I needed this. Thank you Sarah. I’m so grateful for your words.
Thank you Sarah. 💕 this message met me right where I am. Deeply grateful for you!!
Thank you, Sarah. The love of a mom for her baby is so strong and I loved bring everything to my babies. Equating that with God is so powerful.
So beautiful🙏
I read this this morning at 5:30am while ugly-crying into my oatmeal— it was a much-needed cathartic release! Thank you for this.
So lovely. So true.
I needed that image today. Thank you. I will borrow your words as my mantra for the next while, maybe forever.
Thank you Sarah for this beautiful reminder that whatever is going on around us, and its feels like ALOT all the time, we're not alone. The image of God whispering I got you, brings comfort. Bless you.
I wish I could remember when I learned that the life we all live now is scripture, continuing the written text. Your story of nurturing your infant touches me so deeply on this good friday. I was raised long ago and babies were left to cry so not to spoil the. I cry for all wounded in that teaching. The cross is a strange birthing place, a healing place of pain, and yet a troubling disturbing place. Perhaps the gospel writers never experienced the whole making love you offered your child? Perhaps they wrote within their context of sacrifice and blood offerings, which they did. What would happen to all of us , if we risked, teaching mothering love as gospel and celebrated vulnerability!!!! Our voices have been too quiet to speak against the male dominated teachings and hierarchy of church led by celibate mentor some. How can anyone know intimacy and relationship without being close to half the people in the world, women. Your post I celebrate. The entire Christian community needs to read it. The love of Jesus was killed on a cross because of fear of his open hearted compassionate love. I am at the end of my days and I rejoice that you will be used to birth newness. It is much to late for too many, comes and nones. It causes me great sorrow to proclaim he is risen when so many are dead to the beauty of jesus. Thanks is,a poor offering to you. Holy thanks. Easter newness. Keep on keeping on. I celebrate your way and work. I pastored rural churches for 24 years and the culture won. The darkness will never overcome the light of love.