tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92193397577176779462012-01-28T21:14:25.673-08:00Change. Your. World.Sarah Byrumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07727917897752570446noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219339757717677946.post-3606220821276994352008-12-16T14:55:00.000-08:002008-12-16T15:51:12.826-08:00

With the closing of yet another year, I am reaching into my bag of memories - that collection of experiences God gave to me and began or continued working in me over this fleeting time period. Today I was reading through my journal, (not my diary, mind you) reflecting on what ran through my brain at the time of my entries, and I decided to post a few of them this holiday season for whoever to

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“Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here." - Marianne WilliamsonTransparency.Unfortunately it's a word that is rarely used in reference to human relationships.Somehow it's strange. Somehow it's uncomfortable. For some reason, hardly anyone practices it.Well...she's a bit different. She wears dark clothes and dark makeup, and her straightened hair falls over who knows what

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He looks me straight in the eyes and down into my heart.Somewhat like a lover.He knows everything I'm thinking, and feels my hurt before I even say a word.Somewhat like a best friend.He wraps His mercy around my cold shoulders and puts comfort, like a bandage, upon the part of my heart that is most wounded.Kind of like a physician.He steps down from His pedestal of light and sits with me in the

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Part of me wishes summer could last forever.There's something in the rays of sunshine baking warm bodies like cookies on a tray, something in the bare feet running down either gravel roads or sizzling sidewalks, something in the tingle of wiggling fingers dipped in an ice-cold, running creek. There's something in all of those things that's hard to duplicate.Maybe that's because I'm a summer girl.

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Someone recently asked me why I believe God exists. In fact, a lot of people have asked me that lately.I always cringe at these kinds of questions, wondering why I feel like I need to defend a Lion when I know He is perfectly able to defend Himself. It's not my job to protect my God; it's my job to point Him out.But how do I know that He's actually there?I can prove the validity for reasoning

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Nothing inspires me as inspiration itself. And that usually comes in the form of a certain generation.It was a busy, late afternoon in Washington, D.C at the Dulles airports. Hundreds of people rushed to catch their flights and shuttles. The group of people who had come from everywhere for the same reason I had sat together in a huddle in front, waiting for their ride. The van came, with the name

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I am remembering things these days.Yesterday one of my mother's and my dearest friends (also a mentor to me) told me a story about myself that I'd long forgotten. She's known me almost all of my life, and we tenderly recalled the days when I was a little girl and she a young mother.I had always loved children. I hadn't forgotten that, of course, because I still do. Something about their innocence

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It's been one year since my incredible time at the Jamestown Quadricentennial, put on by the ministry of Vision Forum.I’ve tried to recall a single memory that played such a significant part in my mind, but all of the happiness I felt comes running back to me, swirling my thoughts like a whirlwind.Happy fathers, blessed sons, joyful mothers, sweet daughters, little children, elderly grandparents

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For those of you who are not familiar with the ministry of Generation Joshua, please feel free to familiarize yourself with it here. Generation Joshua is a branch of HSLDA and an organization dedicated to creating political awareness in teenagers and teaching them about the faith of our nation's founders and the practical application of the constitution.This year my sister and I will be joining

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A few days ago I posted a writing entitled My Life Song, a piece that accurately displays what I am learning in my heart and life.But I've been thinking some more.While I still believe what I said about making Jesus my life song, I wish to clarify some points for my readers, and unite the beauties of heart and life.First, Jesus is our leader and our passion. Always. But some of us (myself

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Here I go, thinking again.I love talking about things that mean a lot to me; convictions, beliefs, ideas and goals of mine that tend to be prominent pillars of who I am. However, I am realizing that these things should not be my passion and what makes me Sarah.Because after all, although I am passionate about writing, the art of writing never saved me. It never gives me hope.And though I love to

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I am spending some quality time with a dear friend and spiritual mentor of mine right now.She's teaching me many things.The first is that although my life may be surrounded by people who do not necessarily live for the glory of the Lord, I must anyway. Otherwise, I will stand before God and be completely responsible for my sin. I won't be able to blame it on anyone else.If I dishonor an elder or

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When home is the fulfillment of our dreams.

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Sarah's mind has been busy lately.That's nothing strange, only what Sarah has been thinking has been rather different than what she usually dwells on.My nearly thirteen-year-old little brother (Sarah's brother, of course) who isn't so little anymore, returned from a Californian business trip with my father just a week ago. He was there helping my father for ten days, an actually unusually long

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Ta-da! My personality is now quite official. I am an Attentive Creator. Scroll over each of the colors to see what they represent and my status on each of the points. This is the best personality test I've ever taken. I encourage each of my friends to try it out here.

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For those of you who have never seen the movie Bella, it's time to. And even for those who have and would love to see it again, you may now own it on DVD. In fact, I picked up my first copy off a shelf at Best Buy. You can buy it online here.If this movie touches or has touched you (view the trailer here) don't hesitate to share it with others. The message it proclaims is at the same time

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And he's only sixteen. But for Zach Hunter, the author of Be the Change, the director of the ministry organization Loose Change 2 Loosen Chains and the speaker to thousands of people worldwide on the issue of modern day slavery, this phenomenal way of living didn't come easy.In Do Hard Things written by the inspirational Harris brothers, they describe the intense obstables Zach had to overcome in

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Or do perfect people even exist?Nope.If you feel inclined to slam your fist through your computer screen, please refrain. My thoughts on whether or not perfect singles exist are not my own, although I am expressing them. They are widely known facts, fully practiced and tested by many people I know.First, you meet someone. He or she either grabs your attention first off, or they slowly pull you

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Hello and a big hearty adieu to all my fellow Ron Paul supporters! Here is CNN's very recent interview with our constitutional champion, and you'll be very happy to know that the lies are real: he is not dead, but rather quite alive! As Mark Twain has said, "News of my death has amused me greatly." You can read about his far-too-great success in Nevada that resulted in a hilarious cancelation of

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My family and I just returned from a wonderful home school conference in Seattle where we listened to such great speakers as Doug Phillips, the Erber family, and Donald Chittick. We had a blast enjoying the time with many of our friends, shopping together, singing together, planning together, and learning great things together. I will post photos and a full report from the trip soon.I write in my

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Today my family and I had the honor of entertaining Miss Akiane (pronounced AH-KEE-AH-NUH) Kramarik and her family in our home. In case you aren't familiar with the name, Akiane is a world-renowned thirteen-year-old artist. (You can visit her website here.)I was curious to find out what kind of a young lady Akiane had become (it has been many years since I last saw her) considering the fact that

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A beautiful and amusing (smile) friend of mine has been practicing a new game on her circle of bloggers. She chose the letter "b" for me (perhaps because of my last name?) so hence came my list of words.Belle - French for "beautiful."Baby's Breath - the flowers that most depict innocence, I think.Ballet - let me dance...:)Bathrobes - fluffy and white.Berries - I am an aficionado of the

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He's not just any little brother. For one thing, he's mine.For another thing, he is completely unusual. Every day I take into consideration that he's completely boy, that he's six-years-old, and that he's gone through an unusually long Idahoan winter - hence the extra hyperness. However, no matter how much I try to make myself think that he is typical, the more I decide that he's not. Monday

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There is a little ripple of consciousness beneath my chest, flowing, widening, bubbling up like a spring. It stems from my heart. It is a song.My song is simply a reflection of the beauty surrounding me. The winter days have finally taken wings and flown away, and spring has gently arrived, bathing me in its warm glow and celestial beauty. The trees and grass adorning my front yard have gladly

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Every now and then, something rocks my fairly stable world. It has to be something significant and completely relevant to me, otherwise it won't really "hit home". This past week, something has both shook my stable world and hit home in my heart.Our neighbors, Chuck and Sherri Leason and their two two teenagers, Tyler and McKenzie, have been some of the neatest people we've known ever since we

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My heart is going through an immense season of growth. I say this because I am convinced that just when it hurts the most (life, that is) it must mean I am simply growing in grace, and more like Jesus Christ. Whoever said it was fun?Christianity is not about feeling better with yourself and it's certainly not a fast ticket to heaven. Christianity is not a dreamy, painless cruise through life.

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My friend, Leah, did me a rather interesting favor when she visited me - one I wasn't in the least bit expecting. She grabbed her wonderful camera out of its case and took photos left and right! However, as she is a wonderful photographer I will NOT complain. You can look at her blog here. She has many of her beautiful photos on there now and a link to my birthday photos. Have fun, and don't mind

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I am not one of those easily amused young people who think that turning eighteen is the greatest thing that ever occurred to them. Eighteen, to me, is far to adultish to even dwell upon. Half of me wants to grow up real fast - and be the person of my future immediantly. The other half of me dreads the pages of my life story I have not yet seen - and longs to stay right where I am - innocent,

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The beauty of my surroundings has been compelling me for some time to share its delights. Finally, I have yielded. Every morning when I wake up, my eyes witness the epitome of the ecstasy of winter. My heart sings. the landscape of winter sweet benaiahrachel, bethany & joel under a winter sky on top of our 35' roof

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In case some of you are wondering why it is that you haven't heard from me in awhile - I'd like to let you know that I'm in Seattle with my father on business. Although Seattle is really never my choice of destinations, my father is always my choice for a companion, and I of course, happily agreed to accompany him. I'm still here, but we'll be flying out today.When I got here, I told the Lord in

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This old house has lost its heart, the very thing that makes a home a home.With each step my heart sinks. This very home that I so looked forward to living in eight short years ago, has become an empty nest of the past - holding more memories than I can ever hope to remember. The green shutters and the wide front porch are as inviting as ever under this cold canopy of overcast clouds and slim

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We, the Byrum family, are well-known by our close associates for a crazy lifestyle. That is, one that is only organized by little leaps here, and rarely by bounds. We are the family known for their late nights, super busy schedules, and the family known for loving company. For as long as I can remember, my parents have been the most people friendly people I know. Sometimes this gets us into

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In Christopher Klicka's latest book, Homeschool Heroes, Mr. Klicka dramatically retells the passionate story of the heroes thirty years ago - the heroes rarely mentioned, who sat in their basements, their Bibles opened, a globe on the table: teaching their children the Word of God. Contrary to what society said was "normal", despite the threats of arrests, these brave heroes labeled "home

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Mama the Great. Mama the Supermom. Mama the Heroine. Mama the Incredible...and on and on and on. I could have chosen any of them to use as a title for this posting. However, to do so would be to dishonor, for though I think my mother is all of these things and more, yet she is so human that she would cringe at my calling her those things. She is wonderful, however, and no one can deny that. I

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What beautiful days I am walking through now! Autumn has always been a favorite season for my family and me, a chance to wind down from the busy-ness of summer and embrace the calmness of the season before the holidays.You all are entitled to knowing that our house has at last closed, and we are the proud owners. We begin the ground floor remodeling/reconstruction this next week, to my brothers'

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Sometimes dream homes take a little bit longer to create than the turn key commercials make you think. I actually see them all the time. So do you. Commercials advertising construction companies' services by actually false advertising. How? They tell you, "Here it is- the home of your dreams, in the perfect neigborhood. Just turn the key and presto, you're there."I quite disagree. First of all,

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Here I am again. It's another day, another hour, another moment and opportunity to share with the world everything that God asks me to share. To tell of His greatness, proclaim His kingdom, and allow the world to see His image...in me.This is not my first blog, as those of you who closely follow my tracks know, however; this will henceforth be my most personal. If you wish to learn of my personal

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