Tagged Kelly Sauer



A few nights ago, my husband and I were privileged to minister in the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. One evening during worship, I became aware of a startling and sobering truth. I can’t remember what songs we were singing, but my eyes were closed and my hands raised when I had the strange notion…


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…

The Comforter

The Comforter

Four summers ago, I made a memory I wish I could forget. It’s the kind of memory that makes me cringe every time I recall it. I try to push it out of my brain as quickly as I can. When I do think on it, I am filled with regret. I worked at a…


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…


Unexpected Friendships: Women Mentoring Women

Unexpected friendships can bridge age gaps, offering layers of complexity and richness of flavor that isn’t often present in friendships with those of us who are the same age. Different from peer-to-peer relationships, these friendships foster community and transparency in a most unexpected way. We recently chatted via email with Ungrind regular contributor Marian Green…


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…


Staying Put

In the first nine years of our marriage, Andy and I lived in seven different homes: four apartments, two townhouses, and a teeny-tiny condo with paper-thin walls. We rented, purchased, and sold. We primed, painted, and touched up. We packed, unpacked, and repacked. The transient life, I decided after nearly a decade on the move,…


My Ugly Blind Spot

I hate it when I realize I’m ugly. Not physically, but on the inside. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Scripture is certainly clear on the ugliness of the sin nature. But it’s easy enough to fool myself into thinking I’ve somehow slipped by—that I am just a truly nice person. Then I’m reminded otherwise….


Words to Lose Weight By

Are you aware of the words you say to yourself? You may not say the words out loud, but your mind is communicating both positive and negative thoughts morning, noon, and night. Research shows that a person thinks anywhere from about 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day. Are thousands of your thoughts fueling your success…

Losing It

Losing It!

I’m blurry eyed and sleep deprived. There’s barely time to eat, shower, or get dressed. I wonder if my body will ever be the same again. I just had a baby. Actually, make that two. Twins. My life will never be the same. And neither will my body. I look in the mirror with a…


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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