#welcometomylife

We interrupt your reguarly unscheduled blog post with a very important announcement.

I'm in half a mind to close this here blog down. Like, I'm being super-duper absolutely very truly serious. 

But anyways, I'm sure you're all itching not to hear about my adventures over this past month or so. So here goes.

Sheep, sheep, baa baa.

What the heck?

Schoolwork.

Maths

Schoolwork

What am I doing?

Nightmare. 

Can't sleep.

Nightmare again.

Pelvic twist.

And again

And again.

Food shopping

Nose wiping

Piano playing

Hips hurting

Back spasms

Knee aches

Shoulder cramps

What am I doing?

Sore feet

Can't sleep

Wake up every hour

Still can't sleep

Hot, cold, hot, cold

Stupid weather

Hang up the washing

Cook dinner

Hang up more washing

Maths

Music

Cook dinner again.

#welcometomylife 

#enjoy

on again

dearest you

do you realise that what you're doing

is no good?

the pain you feel can be fixed

starving yourself is not the answer

change is in the air

you can smell it, feel it

do you stay or do you go?

shame on you, shame on me

just believe me when i say

every error you make can be erased

you with your tired eyes

making up your crazy lies

life goes on after the end

it goes on, and on again

For every error, there is a Teacher

For every ache you feel, there is a Healer.

For every meal you skip, there is a Bread of Life.

For every step you take, there is a Light.

For every death you face, there is Life abundantly

For every lie you say, there is a Truth.

For every map you read, there is a Way.

For every tear you cry, there is a Comforter.

For every war you fight, there is a Prince of Peace.

For every sin you make has been erased.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God not sent his Son to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved." 

~ John 3:16-17 (KJV) 

Sometimes I wonder why...

... Why am I constantly flying back forth between WA and VIC? 

... Why am I doing all this to myself?

... Why do I doubt my ability to do anything, even when I know I can?

... Why am I loved?

... Why does God love a deceitful, horrible, sinful human being like me?

... Why am I even doing this?

... Why am I always hungry?

Show me how to love like You love me.

Don't touch me.

My name is Sarah. I'm a terrible blogger, I have a fear of people touching me, and no, I don't have a boyfriend. (In regards to a previous post) 

Dance like no-one's watching

It's gonna be alright

Hold your head up high

It'll make you shine a little brighter

Remember to love,

Remember to live,

And always to forgive.

Remember these words,

And that you're not a curse,

You're a blessing to this world.

I'm Not An American Blogger

source

These past few weeks, I've been thinking about what to do. And doing some searching...

One of the biggest things I've realised is the fact that I'm not an American blogger. (hence the title of this post) I don't own a fancy camera, I don't have clothes from all the major outlets. I don't design blogs, I don't have an Etsy shop, etc. The list goes on. You see, ever since I started this blog, I've wanted to be one of those bloggers. You know, the ones with heaps of followers, great pictures, 'perfect' life, cute children. The ones with, seemingly, everything.

I don't know what I'm really good at. You know how you have these people who are really good at one thing, (photography, blogging, music, etc.) well, I haven't found my one thing yet. I like music, and blogging, and drawing, and writing, and children, but I haven't something I really love. Something I want to devote my life to. Maybe that's my problem.

EW, forever is a long way away...

x Sarah

Naomi

Dear Naomi,

You're 15 now. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! One more year, and you get to do all sorts of cool stuff, like, move out of home, etc. :) (don't move out of home for another 5 years, you'll give Mum a heart attack...)

You're a bit annoying sometimes, but only I or the other two can say that. OK? OK, that's good you understand. Did you know that you're beautiful? Well, you are. And you are loved, not just by myself and the rest of the family, but by a God whose peace surpasses ALL understanding.