In praise of : Sarah Bessey

Listen to me lift my voice.

In praise of early mornings (oh, so early) because I wake up to a quiet house and I slowly work my way upstairs with Maggie in my arms. Of quietly shutting bedroom doors in a futile effort to keep tinies sleeping in and, oh, sing for that first cup of tea. In praise of babies rolling on the rug, scootching and stretching, and growing before our eyes. In praise of children who wake up warm, stumbling down the hall, looking for me.

In praise of a morning off from church in favour of, well, a rest: a rest from running around and going and showing up on time. In praise of quietly reading Scripture at the kitchen table with crumbs under my feet and of listening to my children sing their songs to Jesus when they think I’m not listening. In praise of ten thousand reasons and forevermore. In praise of taking a breath to stand outside and say hello to God.

In praise of loose leaf tea and the perfect mug. Of cold water and fresh food. Of hot showers and white sheets. In praise of deep breaths and slow kisses, of long hold-on-to-me hugs, of children draped on my lap begging for slow back scratches with my fingernails while watching television. In praise of Barbies on the floor and Legos under the bed, of full laundry baskets and towels on hooks, of books laid open and dog-eared decorating magazines.

In praise of sandwiches and oranges, of take-out pizza. In praise of still feeling the relief of pressing send on the email with the latest round of edits on my book, oh, that felt good.

In praise of a husband, working so hard for such long hours, who is finally home for a whole day. Of having two hours to go out alone by myself for the first time in forever. In praise of actually going inside to sit a coffeeshop with a book in my purse, I remember when I used to be the woman who did this, I never do this anymore, now I’m here sipping a flat white in a vintage coffee mug, reading a book in the daylight.

In praise of driving alone with the windows down, the dark stone clouds rising up to reveal the light at last. Of used bookstores and store credit and just one more book: and another.

In praise of a quiet house with tinies playing outside and a baby taking her naps as God and her mother intended, of street hockey and texts from friends, of refusing to do a single thing that could be construed as productive. In praise of knitting a few rounds on a never-ending emerald green sweater while watching two whole episodes of Gilmore Girls, of how my son calls that show “The Fast-Talker Girl Show.”

In praise of wide open windows and green trees, of rain soaked ground and early bedtimes for everyone, of full bookshelves and white jammies with the little feet for the baby, of smudged glasses sliding down a boy’s nose and ringlets and a pixie who can’t stop plotting and a baby who takes us all in. In praise of it all, life as it slows for one day at least, of finding the exhale.

In praise of a Sabbath, hallelujah, offer your thanks.

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What I'm Into :: Summer 2015
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  • Lauren

    This makes me feel as though things are alright in my life just as they are. To enjoy what is in the moment is wonderful bliss. Happy Sabbath. 🙂

  • Andrea

    In praise of sensuous language–in the very highest sense of the word–thank you, and thank the God who created our delight.

  • Jenivere

    Amen. Let it be so.

  • LOVE this Sarah!! Beautiful. I so appreciate you, your voice. You are so real. Thank you.

  • catalinakel

    For all of it. The mosquito bites still itchy. The cool water showers twice a day. Two teenagers who are now nearly able bodied adults. For fans and air conditioning here in the desert. And women who write like I think. thank you.

  • Beautiful Sarah….pursuing sabbath, slowing down enough to see the beauty and the divine in the everyday. I hope I can learn to find this in time. Thank you.

  • Nicola

    So beautiful – and has inspired me to write my own prayer of praise, thank you!

  • Nisha Varghese

    Gratitude looks good on you Sarah

  • Thank you for your writing, Sarah. Every time you post, I’m thankful I get to read.

  • Simply beautiful…..thank you for pointing me to Jesus and all his many blessings..

  • Yes! Sing hallelujah for a day spent doing little more than chasing my 11 month old around the room as she tries to discover what parts of her world she can bang into each other to make interesting sounds.

    (The answer, by the way, is all of them. All the parts of the world.)

  • Thank you Sarah. Such simple, lovely reminders. Amen.

  • J.E.C.

    Thank you Sarah. This is a tad personal, but here goes. I’m contemplating whether or not to have children, and I stumbled across a blog post from a well known blog where the author (a mother with children) acknowledged that she “looses her life” because she has children and a family, and that she’s okay with that because that is part of what it means to follow Christ. She writes that she never has time to go to a coffee shop and read a book or do anything like that, but that that’s okay because she’s learning the discipline of dying to herself. I have worked for years to unlearn that mentality. It’s a mentality that I found soul-less for my own life, and it’s a mentality that would leave me dry and resentful should I ever choose to have kids. I have no doubt that it’s a hard thing to find time for one’s self when children are in the picture, especially when they are so young and utterly dependent. But I’m thankful that there are women of faith allow themselves the dignity of being a human being who needs time and space to marvel, wonder, and restore one’s own soul with quiet, cups of tea or coffee, reading, and stumbling into nature’s beauty. Thank you. I can’t live without those things, and it’s encouraging for me to see a women with children (even one very young child) to reach for those things and embrace them, rather then decline them in the name of spiritual self sacrifice. Thank you. Than you.

    • I have read/heard that same idea, J.E.C. and I never think it’s very healthy or sustainable. I think it does end up breeding resentment somehow. So even though they’re few and far between at times, I think it’s good to do the things that make us feel like a person. Thanks for thinking so critically, too.

  • Jory Micah

    Beautiful Post Darling! 🙂

  • Jessica Haberman Patay

    Sarah, this is so poetic and beautiful! Your gratitude is rich and palpable.

  • Tara Porter-Livesay

    Loved this, in praise of friends that teach me.

  • Your son and my dad share the same feelings about our girls Gilmore.

  • Sandy Palmer Perry

    In praise of prayers answered, of a teenager learning to stand on their own two feet while her mother quietly misses the little girl, of provision offered out of nowhere, and the honesty shared that didn’t make the world end. 🙂

  • Janae Meyer

    Beautifully worded!

  • glory hallelujah 🙂

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