It’s official…I’m a blogger. I think I’m ok with this. I see this blog as a way for me to convey my thoughts, feelings, and just talk a little about my life as a newlywed, PK, and…aspiring world changer. 🙂 I also hope to practice my writing skills a little bit! 

A little bit about me, for those of you who don’t know:
I’m 22 years old and have been married for 2 years…yes, I got married very young. I am a “P.K.” (Preacher’s Kid) and *get ready for your socks to be blown off* am really proud of and ok with it. Growing up, the moments when I didn’t like being a PK were few and far between. I don’t know how my parents did it, but my sister and I both turned out ok. Actually, not just ok…we’re pretty much freaking amazing. 😉 I love Jesus and I love my life. If I could change anything about it, I’m not sure I would, because every experience I’ve had has molded me into who I am.
I’ve been married to a ridiculously amazing man for 2 1/2 years (dang!) and truly love my life. I see Blake as God’s gift to me. We grow closer to each other every day, and I can honestly say that I am more in love with him now than I was on my wedding day (which I didn’t think was possible!!). We’ve been through the fire together – like, you have no idea – but have come out stronger and closer than I thought possible.
If there is one phrase that could sum up my life, it is: “There is no one more faithful than Jesus.” Tears come to my eyes every time I think of His faithfulness in my life. I see His handprint everywhere, and I could never express how thankful I am to my God. No one could ever convince me that God doesn’t govern the affairs of men, as I see this in my own life every day.
I had every opportunity growing up to rest on my parents and keep God at arms length. He could have easily stayed just “my parents’ God,” except that at an early age, He competely and utterly captured my heart. I am forever thankful to my parents for showing me Jesus, and then letting me make my own choice about Him. I think most PK’s just aren’t shown the real Jesus. They only know “church,” which, in my opinion, is ridiculous. We have made the church “the church”; God never intended it to be confined inside 4 walls. PK’s are put inside the fishbowl that is “the church,” and then expected to be little miss or mister perfect. I’ve delt with “fishbowl syndrome,” but while growing up in a fishbowl, I was encountering Jesus, too, and that’s what made all the difference. 

Anyway, I guess I turned my self-description into a soapbox, but that’s probably going to happen a lot. Thanks for listening to my ramblings…

Still Hoping,
Sarah