Articles by Kelly Sauer

Kelly Sauer is a writer, wedding photographer, restless heart, wife, and mama to two. She makes fine art out of real life, revealing beauty where it wasn't. She shares her art and her real life at You can find her on Twitter as @kellysauer.


Taking Flight

Oswald Chambers often wrote of “abandon” in his collected writings, My Utmost for His Highest. Since I began reading his writing as a teenager, I have loved the concept, the unrestrained giving over of myself to God. There was something so freeing about it; I’ve always half-believed if I did that, I might really be…


Know that I Am

The day started beautifully. My husband was sleeping late after he’d returned at 7:00 a.m. from his second job. Breakfast was made, coffee was on, toddler fits were handled, and I was feeling pretty good. “Look at me,” I thought. “I can do this. I’m a mom, a wife. My husband has two jobs, and…


Band-Aids for Piper

“Mommy, Mommy, I got a boo-boo!” Piper, my toddler, had been playing next door with our neighbor and her sister’s kids, running around in sandals. When she arrived home, she greeted me with her wound announcement. Sure enough, she had a bleeding scratch on her foot, probably caused by a stick or something she had…



The article deadline was encroaching, and I didn’t have an article. My topic was “worship.” For someone who spent years engaging the word while working in music ministry with my dad, I was coming up short on ideas. This one was supposed to be an easy write. I began with a Sunday School definition of…


Released to Love

Deep in a dark forest that few dare enter lies a meadow flooded with light. Wildflowers grow there, enticing little white butterflies robed in glory not their own. In this meadow, there is a girl who is at once both youthful and aged. She is clothed in a white gown that shimmers and moves in…


Dear Mother Sarah

Dear Mother S.: When A. walked in and said, “Honey, we need to move,” did you think he was crazy? I don’t know how you could leave the home you knew and loved—your own people—to pack up and go with your husband God-knows-where. Of course, maybe you wanted to start fresh, go somewhere new, and…


Mirror Image

About a year ago I took up a self-portrait project in the mirror in an attempt to get a photo for my blog. I didn’t want a posed picture with a tight-lipped portrait smile. I wanted to capture some reality to offer my readers a glimpse of who I am. My self-portrait session began dismally….

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