Sarah Martin
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Sarah is currently addicted to anything artsty-crafty and loves getting her hands messy with craft paint. She is also the author of Stress Point: Thriving Through Your 20s In A Decade Of Drama.

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  1. I love this post. It began a train of thought in me that went a little like this: what if the central questions ceased to be Who am I? What defines me? Supposing I took courage in both hands and dared to ask, Who is He? What defines Him? Supposing my journey of discovery grew big enough to encompass discovering more of Him and who He says I am, finding out how He defines me.
    I long to take that journey but with all the energy, enthusiasm and excitement of those teenage years.
    Thank you for triggering my thoughts today.

  2. Sarah,
    Thank you for a wonderfully thought provoking post. At 52, I am still asking the question, to some degree, of who am I? I believe that on this side of Heaven we are continually searching…and if we search hard and long enough, our search always brings us back to Him! God and the love of his Son define me. I am learning, more and more, to dwell on His goodness rather than to focus on my lack. May my life continue to be more of Him and less of me…

  3. Sarah,

    “my soul’s desire: To live with Him all of my days — in the shadow of His temple, To behold His beauty and ponder His way in the company of His people. (Psalm 27:4 The Voice)” –AMEN and AMEN! That is my mantra for this year. I want to grow deeper in love, knowledge, and reveremce for Him.

    Blessings 🙂

  4. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had such visuals to give us little clues about who we really are. However, I’m eternally thankful that the Word clearly says who I am no matter my current state. This post took me way back. I imagined my Young Miss magazines in my old bedroom. Thanks for that. 🙂

  5. Sarah,
    I will be making 62, this week. I can remember trying on the lipstick when I was a teenager, and trying to match it with my outfit. Now I don’t put any makeup on anymore. I have Parkinson’s Disease, and my hands tremble too much. Eyeliners used to be part of my standard duo – gone!
    Foundation make-up, a must – gone. I went from lipsticks to lip gloss to petroleum jelly, so much easier. Frankly I don’t care anymore about my appearance, because I have God as my beloved, and He loves me just the way I am. Now that I’m retired, and disabled, I visit the children at a school and tell them funny stories (I used to be a teacher). And when I shake, I tell them I have the wiggles! It’s an all inclusive school, and they take me just like I am! Just like God does! I’ve found out that the more you know God, the more beautiful you become, because His light shines through you. I’m still looking for that cute face I used to have, and every time I pass the mirror, I say, “who is that old lady?” But the children love me, and God loves me. So I don’t care how I look! At 62, I get to wear red and purple, and sit in my wheelchair and feel blessed that I’m alive one more day to praise God!