This morning I received a call from my mom, who was at work, that when I was out of the house, my grandparents (dad’s side) called. They talked to my dad about their latest project that was going on at their farm in Minnesota.

Apparently (two) days ago, the Amish came, as hired hands for my grandpa, to take down the barn.

As my mom began telling me this, I began moping and feeling like a piece of me is torn away, after all, what is a farm without a barn?

Some of my favorite memories revolve around my grandparents farm and that barn was a special part of its life.

After hanging up with my mom, I called up my grandparents, for I was hit with a strike of wit while chatting previously. I called to ask how the ‘big project’ was going; how they pulled it down, if you could hear it when it fell over, etc…BUT, my main reason was to ask if they could save some scraps for us grandchildren. I can vouch for my cousins that it would be neat to take home, and cherish, a part of what we’d grown up around.

Every summer over the fourth of July, all of my dad’s side of the family, gets together for around a week and we all just reconnect and bond. At least our last family picture (this past summer) was with the barn in the background…maybe that was intentional….
The farm has a special place in my heart…it might just be one of my favorite atmospheres I’ve ever been exposed to.

This past Christmas:
I watch patiently as the birds fly around on the feeders, while icicles melt slowly in the sun with grace. Trees surround the peaceful farm day after day as the sun rises and sets. Feet of snow withhold the green grass from declaring its happiness and bounce. Blue skies reflect off the icy crystals blended with snow, creating a magical delicacy. An occasional breeze shakes magic off the great pine branches, while a lone swing sways in rhythm. An inch of glass separates me from the cold outdoors, but a candle provides the scent of pine; connecting the two worlds.
My mug of coffee, hand blended by my cousin, steams on the table by a stream of sunlight. I hear grandpa’s instrumental music fill the air, while my observing commences.
I’ve visited the farm many times in my life, so many in fact I cannot count. Every time I visit I make it an objective to have “Sarah time”. This is the place where I lose myself in the surrounding beauty, grace, and freedom. Time itself nearly disappears as if the farm is within a bubble of peace. My soul fills with poetry and blossoms with freedom from trials. How could such a place exist on Earth? Indeed, it is one of a kind. Fosston, Minnesota is where my escape is; the holder of the miracles. Miracles? Yes, miracles; surely even the light gets counted for, the magical snow, the lives that the farm-house holds when family visits–these are undoubtedly miracles of God. So, why would the Creator place me in such a beautiful circumstance? I have wondered.
Why would He bless me with such fervor? Just like the snowflake that falls on the ground in a storm, I am only one little life in all of creation.
Three days after Christmas, I had taken a walk for the main purpose of taking pictures to capture the magic that snow contained, but I received the added bonus of falling in love with God all over again. Just looking at the beauty that surrounded me, allowed me to focus on the awesome power of the Creator, and the many blessings that He has given me.

Psalm 16:2 “I said to the Lord, ‘You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.’ ”
Psalm 57:5 “Be exalted, O God, above the Heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth.”
Psalm 145:3 “Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; His greatness no one can fathom.”


Details of Love

So, I was chatting with a good friend of mine last night, when I began ranting about what it would be like to have lived in the time of Jesus.

I started thinking about it more today, in church.

I have realized I am in hysterical wonder…

  • How tall was Jesus?
  • What did His eyes look like?
  • Was His hair curly//straight//wavy?
  • Did He play any instruments?
  • What did His voice sound like?
  • What did His singing voice sound like?
  • Did He have a favorite fruit, season, color?

I could rant on and on, dream about meeting Him one day, and just think up in my own mind different things I would ask Jesus if I could hang out with Him in person, for one day.

When I get deeper and deeper into my imagination and thoughts, I get this feeling in my soul, I feel happy and awe struck, along with many other sensations. I believe that this is called, “being in love”. I never realized how amazing it was to be so drawn to Jesus that I could literally say that I am in love with Him. How amazing is this feeling, I hope this never goes away. It brings a smile to my face and joy in my step. I kinda feel like running a marathon or seeing if I could jump to catch a cloud.

Things that seem impossible, I feel like I could do. I just wanna shout from a high mountain, “I’M IN LOVE WITH JESUS CHRIST!!!”

Sundays have begun to touch me in different ways than before. God brings things to my attention that I hadn’t thought about in a while, or people to my mind that I should pray for, etc…

Well, I just felt like sharing the details that I wonder about, that belong to the one I love; my Savior; my Master; my Jesus.


  • Total Depravity
  • Unconditional Election
  • Limited Atonement
  • Irresistible Grace
  • Perseverance of the Saints

Total Depravity:

Sin has affected all parts of man; the heart, emotions, will, mind, and body are all affected by sin. We are naturally slaves to sin.
Romans 6:20 “When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness.”
Ephesians 2:3 “All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath.”

Unconditional Election:

God does not base His election on anything He sees in the individual. He chooses the elect according to the kind intention of His will (see verses below) without any consideration of merit within the individual.  Also, as some are elected into salvation, others are not (Rom. 9:15, 21).

Romans 9:11 & 12 “Yet, before the twins were born or had done anything good or bad–so that God’s purpose in election might stand; not by works but by Him who calls…”

Limited Atonement:

Jesus only bore the sins of the elect. Support for this position is drawn from such scriptures as Matt. 26:28 where Jesus died for ‘many’. John 17:9; Jesus states in His prayer that some will not be saved.

Irresistible Grace:

When God calls his elect into salvation, they cannot resist.  This call is by the Holy Spirit who works in the hearts and minds of the elect to bring them to repentance and regeneration whereby they willingly and freely come to God. Romans 9:16, “It does not, therefore, depend on man’s desire or effort, but on God’s mercy.”

Perseverance of the Saints:

You cannot lose your salvation. Because the Father has elected, the Son has redeemed, and the Holy Spirit has applied salvation, those thus saved are eternally secure.
John 10:28 “I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand.”


Although I am a five point Calvinist, I do not agree with the traditional belief of God determining who is going to be saved, before they were even born. Ephesians 1:4&5 “For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love He predestined us to be adopted as His songs through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will.”

I believe that these verses are talking about God planning for Jesus Christ, before the creation of the world, just in case we chose to sin. God gave us choice, that is why He did not stop Adam and Eve, because He gave us free will.

This carries on to God knowing our future, already having our lives planned out. I believe that God has boundaries that He sets for us, that we cannot jump over, but He does not know every detail of our future. He has called some people (as seen in the Bible) to have certain details in their lives, but He knows our hearts//minds so, He can make things happen.

There is not a set date when the second coming will be fulfilled. We effect that time. We determine when Christ comes again, by how fervent we are with getting the Gospel out to unbelievers.

Now, I don’t want to get comments disagreeing with me about this, because I do not wish to have a theological deep discussion over my blog. If you have an issue with my beliefs, I ask you to message me in an email or my Facebook where we can discuss privately for our eyes only.
I am still young and changing my views, I am just posting my current beliefs for the sake of your eyes seeing my point of view. If you believe something different, I would love to hear your side of this topic, like I said earlier, in a message. 🙂

Undertaking Sustenance

What is it about food that captures our attention?

The beauty of a Paczki (FAT TUESDAY!), the enticing smell of a hot meal cooking in the oven on a cold winters day, the glorious sight of the colorful Mexican dishes, just a sip of International Delight’s: Hershey’s Chocolate Caramel creamer…that’s right…just the creamer…not any coffee included. 🙂 that’s how I roll 😀

FOOD-it makes us happy!!!!

As I type, the scent of my bestie’s meatloaf and concocted red skin potatoes, roasting in the oven, are filling the house with its marvelous presence. We had the random urge to cook supper tonight, and so we went to Wal-Mart, bought some ingredients, and based on my friend’s (hill419) cooking en devours blog (see on right side of page), we decided to tell a bit about our experience.

Chelsea Ann’s Meatloaf:

MEAT! (duh) onions, crackers, ketchup, mustard, Worcestershire sauce, honey barbeque sauce, eggs, garlic, onion soup mix, garlic pepper, garlic powder, onion powder…and probably some things that we’ve forgotten about…but no worries, nothing like a shoe or whatnot. 😉

Chelsea’s Red Skin Potatoes:

Red potatoes, hand-picked rosemary from Sarah’s plant in the living room, freshly minced garlic, olive oil, garlic pepper, and freshly cracked sea salt.

Sarah’s attempt at a sugar cookie:

So, we already went to the store, and forgot to buy flour…soooooooo I (Sarah) had to improvise and use wheat flour….whole wheat flour…so, my excuse: “WE ARE GOING GREEN! GO ORGANIC!”…like my parents will believe that O_o.

I’m always munching on everything…chocolate chips, spoonfuls of peanut butter and nutella, crackers at 3 a.m. and cans of peaches at midnight…oh and don’t forget the cappuccino wafer sticks.  I could continue but I won’t.

Chelsea && Sarah’s Fruit Pizza:
Sarah’s attempt at a sugar cookie (a massive one); that’d be the crust.
Cream Cheese mixed with strawberry glaze.
Peaches, Plums, Raspberries, Blackberries, Strawberries, Grapes, and Kiwi.

Isn’t your mouth just watering?? And don’t feel bad if it’s not…you’re just uncouth.  If you don’t know what that word means…you’re ludicrous….if you don’t know what THAT word means…then go back to middle school, you’re just not cool enough 😛


Muse [myooz]: verb. To think or meditate in silence, as on some subject.

cogitate, ruminate, think; dream. ponder, contemplate, deliberate.

Sarah muses more often than much anything else.

I find myself zoning in and out so often that I feel like I’m in another world half of the time. It’s quite obsessive. Sometimes, while I’m zoned out I still answer people, without realizing I did so. I have found myself zoning back in to my friend saying, “OK, thanks!” I reply, “For what?” You get my drift…

It’s sometimes annoying, because I have no clue what I’ve said when I’m musing…I have no clue how long it’s been since I was in that state, or whether I looked like a zombie or continued with my routine.

Today, I needed to work on my school work, but instead I found myself laying with my head on the book and dreaming of Hawaii. Why Hawaii? Well, because some of my family is there for business, and they sent me a postcard for my collection. 🙂
My aunt wrote of her adventures from the previous day. Some of that adventure included surfing…oh surfing…how I long to grasp that concept of being one with the wave. It’s on my bucket list to someday surf, and if you have to stick with the USA, what better a place than the oceanic island of Hawaii?

Top 5 Best Women Surfers:

5. Keala Kennelly-born in 1978, Kauai, Hawaii
4. Maila Jones-born in 1977, Loma Linda, California
3. Megan Abubo-born in 1978, Connecticut
2. Serena Brooke-born in 1976, Queensland, Australia
1. Layne Beachley-born in 1972, Sydney, Australia
I know that when I do try to surf, I will be one laughing sight. But, that won’t stop me from fulfilling something that I believe will be an adventure of a lifetime, an invigorating experience, and a breath-taking, risky rush.

I can just muse for hours over what it will be like on the beaches of Hawaii.
*Smell: the sweetness of fresh fruit, growing on the trees and the salty oceanic air.
*Sound: the waves, melodiously swishing back and forth, back and forth.
*Touch: the sand between my toes and the breeze against my sun-kissed arms.
*Sight: the sun peering through the clear Pacific waters and the palm trees wavering in the wind.
*Taste: adventure

So, what are your dreams?

What’s holding you back from planning your way to pursue them?