September 2013 - Sarah Mae
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Do I Have to Be Quiet to Be Precious in the Sight of the Lord?


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 I sang 1 Peter 3:3, 4 to my kiddos this morning and my 8-year old girl says, “Mom, do I really have to be quiet to be precious to God?” And I said, “No, the word used for quiet actually means “peaceful” or “tranquil” – it is about having a peace in your soul, a calmness, that you are steady in God.” She says, “Oh good, because I love having fun!”

Such a misunderstood scripture. Friends, if God made you “fun” then be fun! You do not have to be quiet, but keep your eyes on Jesus and have an anchor in your soul that you are His, and whatever comes your way, “It is well with my soul.

Love, SM

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For When Your Child Feels Out-Of-Control (And You Do To)


The movie was almost over when my sweet little girl fell asleep in my arms.

I looked at my other children and gave them the “shhh…” lips as I attempted to gently lift myself and carry my girl to her bed. As I tugged gently on the blankets and pillows surrounding me, her eyes opened. I picked her up and carried her up the steps heading toward her room.

“No mama, I’m not tired, I don’t want to go to bed.”

“Yes honey, it’s bedtime, I’m going to carry you to bed and lie down with you.”

And then,


The wriggling began.

The screaming, the crying, the desperation in her body for me to let her go…she started acted crazy.

Read how I calmed her down by heading over to (in)courage.

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Savoring September – Letting Go and Beginning Again


This is different from my other Savoring September posts, but this idea of letting go and beginning again is on my mind today…

There was finally wind.

His face shone as he looked at me and said, “Please? Please can we fly my kite?” I thought about how comfy I was in my chair with my book, but his face, that pleading in his eyes…”Okay,” I said. We grabbed the kite and headed out to the sidewalk. There was just enough wind, but I was still cautious; I wasn’t sure it would fly.

I stood on the sidewalk looking at the little, dinky kite. “Here goes nothin.'”

I didn’t want the kite to drag on the ground and break, so I kept holding onto it, telling my son I would get it started for him. He kept shouting, “Let it go, mom, let it go!”

But I held on.

Back, back, back, I went, holding on, waiting for enough wind…

“Let it go, mom, LET IT GO!”

I cringed, worried the thing would drag and break, but I opened my hands anyway and the kite pulled up, but not high…not high enough…and then…

“It’s flying!”

His little hands wrapped around the string my hands held just a minute ago. He was glowing; all smiles.

And I start screaming, “It’s flying! Look at it go!”

It lasted about 30 seconds before it came crashing down, but no matter, we got it back up and we kept running, kept letting go, and kept watching it fly.

We wore that kite out. Literally. It fell apart. But it was such fun while it lasted.

And to think, I almost didn’t let that kite go for fear it wouldn’t fly.

It’s kind of silly when I think about it.

But I’ve been doing the same thing in my life. Holding on when it’s time to let go.

And not just let go, but begin again. This is a season of fresh starts, new paths, and endings leading to new beginnings.

If you’re like me,  in a place where maybe you’ve been holding onto something, or the approval of someone, or the friendship that isn’t going to happen, maybe it’s time to let go and move on.

Yea, it hurts, but it’s a good hurt. A motivating kind of hurt.

So head up! It’s a lovely season to begin again.

Here’s to an Autumn fresh start!

Love, Sarah Mae

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Savoring September – Week Three (Candle Giveaway, Laptop Winner and On-Demand Access to Discipleship Webinar!)

The winners of the WoodWick candles are: Heather Kennedy, Leslie Williams, Marybeth Welch, and Mary Buhr! Congrats!


And finally, the weather has turned.

Which is great, because in my last post I proclaimed the glorious chilly mornings here in PA. Then I went outside and it was 90 DEGREES! For shame. But no longer. I have actually worn sweaters the last two days! Seriously, I’m giddy. GIDDY.

But there is one thing I’m not giddy about: how I use my time.

The days feel really long, but the months pass too quickly. I miss that feeling of being a kid and feeling the months, anticipating the days, not having any real responsibilities. I also miss the decor and fun of the months. The classrooms were decorated, the hallways, all the fun things we did to celebrate holidays or other special times. As a homeschool mom, I haven’t put as much time (really, hardly any) into decorating our home in a school-like way. Partly I haven’t made time, but mostly it makes me feel overwhelmed. I’m not good at decorating, and I struggle with finding the time to do it. But I don’t want my kids to miss out.

I want to savor the days, but I’m not even sure how to do this because they go by either too slowly (in a “I’ve-got-to-get-my-kids-to-bed-stat-or-I’m-going-to-lose-my-mind sort of way) or too fast. I just can’t hold onto these days, which are months, which are my life.

This week, as I’m thinking about time and nostalgia, I’m going to do two things (and I challenge you as well):

1.) I’m going to decorate my home according to our themes. I keep saying I’m going to do it, but I haven’t. This week, I’m going to!

2.) I’m going T.V. free this week, and I’m making my kiddos do the same.

When our family vacationed with the Wolfram family over Labor Day, we stayed in the mountains where we had no T.V. or Internet service. And you could feel the days. There was something lovely and simple about it (my husband even weaved baskets!), and while I can’t re-create those few days, I can see how it goes here without the crutch or pull of distracting the kids or tuning out.


So there you have it. Are you willing to take the challenge (or your own version of it) with me?

How are your days going? How do you make the months meaningful?

WoodWick Candle Giveaway!

Wouldn’t you know that after I raved about candles in my first Savoring September post I got an email from a kind woman offering that I try a candle other than Yankee! I told her I’d give it a go!

She sent me three WoodWick Autumn-smelling candles, and they have not disappointed! My favorite is the Fireside, which actually crackles! It’s supposed to make the sound of a crackling fire, but it sounds more like rain to me. In fact several times I would say to the kids, “Is it raining outside?” And then they’d remind me that it was just the candle! I actually love it; I love the sound of rain in my house!


The best part though? They work! They made my house smell good, which means they get a recommendation from me (and I’m super picky about candles). Well, I can’t get new candles and not offer you all some, what kind of a hostess would I be? So today WoodWick is giving away FOUR candles (there will be four winners)! WOOT!

To enter…

Please take a look at the WoodWick site and then come back and leave a comment with which candle you’d like to have! I know I’ll be checking out their Woodsy scented collection!

And just for fun, if you’d like to, you can follow them on Twitter here or Facebook here.

Good “luck”! 🙂 And happy Tuesday, friends!

Still savoring,

Sarah Mae

A big P.S…

The Staples Laptop Giveaway WINNER!

The winner of the Toshiba 15.6″ laptop from Staples is (by random drawing)… Candace Gamien!!!! WOOT! Congrats!

The Discipleship & Discipline Webinar

We had over 1000 moms join us on the Discipleship & Discipline Webinar, and friends, it was such fun (There may have been talk of spirit fingers!). Well now any of you who weren’t able to get the live course can now get it now on-demand! If you’d like to get access to the Webinar, just click HERE!


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Do It Again, Lord

9/11 Exhibit, Firetruck.
A 9/11 prayer from Max Lucado…

We’re still hoping we’ll wake up. We’re still hoping we’ll open a sleepy eye and think, “What a horrible dream.”

But we won’t, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes did gouge towers. Flames did consume our fortress. People did perish. It was no dream and, dear Father, we are sad.

There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no longer heal. A church has lost her priest, a classroom is minus a teacher. Cora ran a food pantry. Paige was a counselor and Dana, dearest Father, Dana was only three years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)

We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is buried as well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known better. But we didn’t.

And so we come to you. We don’t ask you for help; we beg you for it. We don’t request it; we implore it. We know what you can do. We’ve read the accounts. We’ve pondered the stories and now we plead, “Do it again, Lord. Do it again.”

Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do it again, Lord.

Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of death. We have children too, Lord. Do it again.

And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his fears? You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope. The doubts of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.

You changed Daniel from a captive into a king’s counselor. You took Peter the fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of you, David went from leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors today, Lord. We need apostles. We need leaders. Do it again, dear Lord.

Most of all, do again what you did at Calvary. What we saw here last Tuesday, you saw there that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness murdered. Mothers weeping. Evil dancing. Just as the smoke eclipsed our morning, so the darkness fell on your Son. Just as our towers were shattered, the very Tower of Eternity was pierced.

And by dusk, heaven’s sweetest song was silent, buried behind a rock.

But you did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After three days in a dark hole, you rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September Easter.

We thank you, dear Father, for these hours of unity. Christians are praying with Jews. Republicans are standing with Democrats. Skin colors have been covered by the ash of burning buildings. We thank you for these hours of unity.

And we thank you for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us to our knees and succeeded. He had no idea, however, that we would kneel before you. And he has no idea what you can do.

Let your mercy be upon our President, Vice President, and their families. Grant to those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have mercy upon the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us grace that we might forgive and faith that we might believe.

And look kindly upon your church. For two thousand years you’ve used her to heal a hurting world.

Do it again, Lord. Do it again.

Through Christ, Amen.

Max Lucado, 9/11 prayer

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