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And then there were seven

Before we even knew we were officially expecting our fifth child, I knew that it was important to document every thing I possibly could. You think you will remember it all. How can something so profound and life changing such as the birth of your child and those first fleeting months ever possibly be forgotten? And truthfully you do remember so much, but you also remember so little.  The details slip through the cracks. They nestle down in the crevices and settle there. Now and again, when your children are older something will come flooding back triggered by a smell, or maybe a song. If you have a great memory maybe you will do just a bit better than I have.

My first baby was a bit of a blur and each baby after that a little more so. I distinctly hold onto tidbits of my pregnancy. When I try to recall everything though, there is a bit of fuzz that just hangs in like a fine settling of dust. When I try to call up specific memories I get a highlight reel, but I am not in the thick of it.

Photography is my trigger.

When I go through old baby portraits and images of my children, especially those celebrating milestones it really brings it all back in for me. When we found out we were expecting Ezra, I messaged one of my wonderful local photographer friends, Lindsey Bergstrom who is an incredible lifestyle photographer and a very special soul indeed and she agreed to photograph his birth. Despite what society may say, our fifth baby’s birth was just as special as our first. We celebrate each one of these little people on equal footing. They all matter so much. We do everything we can to show these sweet little ones of ours that birth order and coming from a large family have no bearing on the people we are sending into this world someday. That we celebrate them each and all. That we have enough love for every one of their sweet souls.

We chose this life and to have a big family. They will forever be a blessing and not a burden.

Ezra was born on November 16th, 2013. We welcomed him into this world  six days shy of his due date. I had been in early labor for a couple of days. I managed it for the most part but when I began having a hard time sleeping through the contractions I knew it was inevitable. Labor was progressing beautifully and I spent that time in and out of bed, loving on my children and rocking and swaying through my contractions. When I began feeling the nausea, I knew it was time to head to the hospital. We got there in good time because Ezra was ready to make his sweet debut into this world.

After fifteen minutes of pushing Ezra William was born at 7 lbs 15 ounces and he was just shy of 21 inches. He had fine strawberry blonde hair (just barely any though,) and big blue eyes.

They put him on my chest and he nursed right away.

And he stayed there skin to skin, close to my heart for over an hour. I got snuggle him and love all over him.

He came so fast that our birth photographer couldn’t make it in time, but she photographed our family within our first 24 hours together and the images still bring tears to my eyes. They will be cherished for a long time to come.

James 1:17

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

April 6, 2014 - 6:29 pm

Emilie - So peaceful and beautiful!

April 6, 2014 - 6:56 pm

margery bradshaw - Sarah, these are so beautiful. You were born to be a mom. You look just like your mom in a lot of these images. You have added more beautiful children to our family.Remember we love you all. Can’t wait to meet Ezra. Love you

April 6, 2014 - 7:13 pm

Tiffany - We just had our 5th child 3 months ago and I agree it’s just as amazing and precious and fantastic as any! What gets me the most is how excited you are for the baby to join the crew! The thing it’s not just you and your husband that are so in love with the new baby but it’s the 4 other children who are so excited and in love also! It’s an amazing dynamic to have a big family that is more fantastic than words could ever describe! Congratulations!

April 6, 2014 - 10:16 pm

Tanya Harward - Sarah, you are such a beautiful person … Inside and out! What beautiful images. Absolutely priceless. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

April 6, 2014 - 11:34 pm

Jessica Basilica-larkie - Love this Sarah! You are so lucky to have this, it is beautiful!! Love you and your family lady! I can’t wait to meet Erza! xo

April 7, 2014 - 1:31 am

Tanya Sains - So so beautiful! My favorite is when sofia got to hold him, you can see that instant “melt my heart Im in love” look on her face. Forever bonded- beautiful photos!

April 9, 2014 - 12:42 pm

Kimberly - I adore these! Thank you for sharing and congratulations!

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Fluency

“The ability to express oneself easily and articulately.”

There are days when the words pour out of me. They literally just come up from the very depths and bubble and simmer. There are times I may even fight the urge to spring free of my bonds and try to cap my need for this self expression. I fear I am unworthy. That I am jumbled. That I just don’t make sense. This most often happens in the middle of the night, when I have found the softest spot in bed and my eyelids are getting heavier by the second…. and there is suddenly this urgency. That push. The need to get up and write. To create something. To get it all out before it is gone.

There is this thing called a legacy. Most days I want to leave one. I want to be substantial. I want to be tangible. Not so people accept me. Not because I have a claim to fame. Because I am a mother. I am a mother of five precious souls and they matter. I want them to look back some day and say “Wow! That was my mama, and she was something special and she really, really loved me.” I won’t be here always. But I will always be where it matters, in their very heart of hearts.

They are my very reflection most days.

I see just who they are becoming with each year of coming age. Their soft tender souls. Their ability to love for no reason. The kindness that just emanates from their very being. It makes their independence bearable. It helps soothe the fact that they won’t always need me.

And there is Jesus. There is always Jesus. Because when I am not there any longer he will be. He always is. That is comfort to my very mother’s soul.

Sometimes I begin writing for them, or to them. I have no clue where I am going with any given thought. I have no idea what I want or what I am hoping for. I just grab the wave and let it ride me.

I do always look for ways to impart little tidbits of advice and wisdom to them. Having so many children you would think maybe I would have all the answers. I just don’t. I have learned a few things along the way though. Maybe most people know these, but when my children have children this will be there.

One-

Let the messes lie where they are. Even if you need to sacrifice an hour or two of sleep to clean up later, let the littles play. One better than that… make messes with them.

All five in one frame.

Two-

Always listen. The moment you feel a tug, or a pull or a little voice call out to you… listen. And drink it in. Revel in those tiny voices. Appreciate the stories, the imagination, the whimsy.

A Good Day.

Three-

Hug for no reason. You don’t need an excuse to love on your children. Don’t wait for them to come to you. A day may come when they simply don’t come as easily as they do now.

Besties

Four-

Be silly. Who cares who is watching. Sing your heart out. Make crazy faces. Run around wild. There is enough serious in this world. Your children will learn that on their own.

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Five-

Watch them sleep. When they wake they are just a little bigger.

little bit of heaven.

Six-

Teach them how to pray. Then let them teach you. Nothing is too big or small. I am still working on this one myself.

Praise

Seven-

Keep your promises and if you can’t.. don’t make them. They will remember. They always remember. A broken promises can sometimes equate to a broken heart.

A little bit of perspective

Eight-

Take lots and lots of photos. They don’t have to be pretty pictures. They don’t have to be perfect pictures. They can be on the cell phone, on a big fancy camera. Just take them… and print them. When they are older they will want to see them. One up that and get in the frame with them. No matter how hard that may be sometimes. I guarantee they are going to think you are just as beautiful then as they do now.

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Nine-

Take heart. They are always watching. There are days when parenting is HARD. It is a gift, these children are a blessing, but it isn’t always going to be easy. Remember to breathe. Tomorrow is a new day with new opportunities. There will be time to sleep later. There will be days when the house is always clean. There will be days when you don’t have to pack diaper bags or schlep kids or play taxi or fight over who eats what vegetables. And guess what? You are going to miss that.

Now I am the last person that should probably be giving advice to parents. We all have our ways. We all have our reasons. These help me though. They give me peace. They fill my soul to the brim. They help quiet those doubts that creep in now and then after a trying day where I am just wondering if I am indeed a good mother.

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Ten-

Do something nice for yourself. It’s okay to buy that new pair of shoes or that dress. You deserve it. I know it’s hard to spend money on ourselves but it is important now and again. We need to love ourselves so our children can do the same.

Me and Sophia

I do know when my children are grown and have children of their own, these are things I will want them to hang onto. I don’t know where life will take us, or what that picture looks like and I am certainly not trying to rush that but this will find them when the time comes for that to be.

And even if I can not articulate properly. They will have something real to hang onto.

 

March 15, 2014 - 7:49 pm

alba - this article had made me cry. i am right now going through the hardest moment in my live. been all day in my room crying non stop. dont have the enery to talk to anyone. but after reading your this blog i will make the effort to get up and make better memories with my kids. thanks for this blog

March 15, 2014 - 8:03 pm

Brandie - I love your beautiful heart Sarah.

March 15, 2014 - 11:20 pm

Charlotte wise - Wow.again.as always! X

March 16, 2014 - 1:51 am

sarah - Lovely site……been working all day on mine and it doesn’t look as slick as this ….fab post!

March 16, 2014 - 3:44 am

Hallie - Sarah,

This post really touched my heart…deeply.

Thanks, my friend.

March 16, 2014 - 5:09 am

Meagan - This touched my heart and left tears in my eyes. You are such an inspiration to so many! <3

March 17, 2014 - 5:39 pm

Amanda Worrall - These words and images are so so beautiful, Sarah. Thanks for sharing your heart.

March 31, 2014 - 4:06 am

Val - I have been following your work for a while Sarah. I always enjoy seeing your posts on Facebook and a few years ago I participated in your project 52, one week you chose a picture of my youngest Harlow as one of your faves, the subject was imperfect. I have 4 children. The words and photos you just shared had me in tears. So much motherly wisdom here. My oldest is daughter 13 and my youngest is 4. Looking at my oldest Aurora it seems like just yesterday she was little, always coming to me for hugs and cuddles. Time flies. Every moment counts. Thank you for this. Such a beautiful reminder to treasure every moment.

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Our February in Photos | P365 My Five Hens

The Story and Captions behind each image can be found in the flickr set. It is linked up on the left side of the blog. Starting tomorrow I will be blogging each image daily so I can include the tidbits and stories behind them. 🙂

March 2, 2014 - 4:43 am

Renee Barth - Ohh my goodness <3

March 2, 2014 - 5:15 am

becky - These are so beautiful! Your family is gorgeous!!

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Blank Pages

I like to think of myself as a writer. Not necessarily a good writer have you, but alas I love to write. In fact I am much more comfortable expressing myself through words on paper (or on the internet if it doesn’t make it down in a traditional sense.) I am an affectionate person to my very core. A big heart on legs. I however do find that I can be a bit socially awkward and even may get a bit embarrassed trying to properly express myself  to others face to face. I am a bit sensitive to put it lightly. I cry easily, but have the hardest time allowing myself that kind of emotion in front of others. Letters often suffice for this reason. They just have to.

I have written so many letters in my lifetime. Whether it was to be notes passed back and forth in class (when I probably should have been more attentive), or pages upon pages declaring and professing my love for my husband, or even letters to my children imparting little tidbits of wisdom of inspiration that I feel they need to know. I also have a morbid streak and am well aware of my mortality. I sometimes actually feel the need to get these words out there, some sort of record made in case I one day can not be here and the ones I love so dearly need reminding of just how special they are… especially to me.

I however am guilty of not writing letters to myself. I am the one behind the camera. I am the nurturer. I am the arms my children run into when they are hurt, or sick or happy. I am a mother, and a wife… but I am so much more.

I have a purpose.

God intends me for big things. I just believe that for all of us. I have a hard time sometimes accepting that for myself. I have a hard time accepting that I am completely worthy. I don’t know what these big things are yet. I can’t see that far ahead. I can only praise, and pray and plead with God that he show me some fine day and when that day comes that I am worthy of glorifying him and fulfilling this purpose. We all have our own walk. Our own special place and duty and calling. But I need to remember Jesus loves me so much that he gave his life for ME. Me as a daughter of God. My children and my husband as well, but for me. So tonight I am writing myself a letter. I am making it public so that it holds me accountable.

Dear…well… me.

Sarah.

(Already seems silly but I digress.)

This is a letter to impart some much needed advice to the future me but also the me right in this moment. There are some things I am struggling with and I need to address them. I need to get past them.  I need to expose the bad and in the same breath bring light to the good. I need to do this because I am so much more than my flaws. I am worth the effort, the praise and the reminder. I am responsible for forging the way for my children and teaching them their value and worth. I very well can’t do this if I don’t love myself the way I should.

Right now I find that I sometimes like to berate myself. I love to dwell on the imperfections. I love to worry and nit pick. I can’t do it all. I often will find myself thinking things like… well if I can find more time for this, or maybe if I was a bit more patient, or even if I could be just a bit more selfless.. or selfish. Sometimes I am guilty of thinking if maybe I was as talented as Jane (hypothetical Jane) or as successful as Sally (Yes, hypothetical Sally too lol!) I can better support my family, be a better business woman, be a bit more succesful myself. I don’t need to do it. I don’t need to do this. My kids are watching… I need to remember that I am human and imperfect and that is okay. I need to give it to GOD. I have a feeling in ten years this struggle will still be a pertinent one. If that is the case, let it go. Give it up. I simply was not meant to carry these burdens alone. Life is too short. Stress is dangerous.

I am blocking my blessings.

I am not doing anyone any favors, but I am not doing myself justice and I am not bringing glory to God wasting precious time on negativity. I am Sarah. I do not need to be Jane or Sally. I am enough.

There are two hands and one mind for a reason. Hold onto the ones you love and appreciate them for who they are. Stop putting unrealistic demands on everyone else. My moral standards aren’t everyone else’s. If someone does something hurtful it isn’t my fault. I am adequate. I also need to forgive those that hurt me  and move on. Not everyone is meant to be my friend. Not everyone is going to like me. It hurts. Acknowledge that, pray for the other person and embrace those that do. On that same note be better so that it encourages others to hopefully be better around you. Let God work in others through you. It is possible. Don’t let the enemy tell me any different. Don’t forget to pray for your enemies. They need it too. They deserve it because God loves them just as much as he loves me.

Most importantly know that I am unique and precious.  Hold on beloved. Stay strong. Be steady. Cherish this time as this moment will not last and these seconds won’t ever be repeated. Time is the one thing money just can not buy. Spend it wisely.

And because I don’t know how to really sign a letter from myself to myself I will just leave it on this note.

A good friend gave me a bible scripture that stuck with me and I like to refer back to any time I feel anxious or a bit sad or I just need a reassuring nudge that God is up there and he hears me.

Jeremiah 29:11

New International Version (NIV)

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Count your blessings always.

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Everyone Has a Story

Like many others, ours stretches on and on, and changes and morphs and grows. We grow. I think of where we were 10 years ago, 5 years ago, even a year ago… and I am in awe of how far God has taken us. Wes and I continue to marvel at the fact that we are in our thirties, living in Colorado and that we have this beautiful brood of five little ones. We met in high school and started dating nearly right away. It has now been just about 15 years, 11 of those happily married come this September. But life hasn’t always been easy.  We know what it is to sacrifice, to struggle and stress. We also know how to love something fierce. We know hope. We know God’s amazing grace and his faithful timing.

I had one of those mothers growing up that had to be the mother and the father. I don’t resent that though. I am actually incredibly proud of her. She thrived. She brought home the bacon….and cooked it. She wore many hats. She still wears many hats. Even so we struggled. So is life though. We never wanted for anything. I actually wish I would have known more of her struggle because I may have appreciated her that much more. I know she raised me and raised me well. I am a compassionate person. Full of love for others and a spirit of forgiveness. I get that from her.

My mother was the one responsible for my meeting my husband. We lived in the same small town in Connecticut, but we didn’t know one another. My husband was a cashier at a grocery store and I happened through his line quite a few times. Being a teenage girl the minute we left the store I would gush to the closest person to me about the “cute” boy in the check out line. My Mom got sick of my gushing. Walking out of the grocery store after happening through his line yet again she turned around and proclaimed my love for him across the grocery store. That was all she wrote. A week later I was his girlfriend.

We got engaged six months later on my 17th birthday. As a love struck teenager I knew what I wanted. Now being a mother of girls I can imagine how horrified my mother probably was. Our puppy love was something much, much more though and a year later we had our first place, a child on the way and we were well on our way to getting married. That didn’t happen without struggle or sacrifice but it was worth it and I would do it all over again and not change a single thing.

I gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby girl at 18 years old. We celebrated my 19th birthday a week later and I was reborn all over again. Wes worked second shift in an aerospace factory and I left my retail position to stay home with our new daughter. We lived in low income housing. We had a hand me down 1988 Volkswagen Jetta that barely ran and didn’t open from the inside that we managed to trade up for an older 1993 Honda Accord. We were deliriously happy. We knew we wanted so much more out of life though. We knew we would do anything to give our daughter the world. Motherhood suited me. We saved up and moved out of the projects and into a cute little townhouse on a cul de sac.

I was sure we were going to have about 10 kids. No… really.

Wes continued to work hard. He would take on 50 or 60 hours a week sometimes. I became pregnant with our son Wesley just shy of my 21st birthday. Around that time our daughter Lillian was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis. Our world was flipped inside out. Our new normal was a slew of doctors appointments, out patient procedures and worry. Worry, Worry and more Worry. My heart broke into a ton of tiny pieces. We decided it was enough. We couldn’t handle anymore. We were done having children. We discussed and agreed on this but my heart was broken on every level. It didn’t feel right.  We were so blessed to have our two children but as a small child I often dreamed of a big family myself. Still I just knew that we couldn’t fit another baby into the picture, into our plan.

Shortly after that we discovered we were pregnant with our son Noah. God had other plans apparently.

We moved into our third apartment in  four years. Each apartment seemed to be a small improvement over the last. We refused to settle. Wes continued to break his back working an insane amount of hours. We were doing it though. We were making it on our own. We chose an apartment about 35 minutes away from Wes’s job because it was fairly large and somewhat affordable. We had one vehicle that Wes had at work everyday for hours and hours. We lived on the third floor and since Wes couldn’t be home much it was completely my responsibility to get Lily to and from the bus stop, up and down the three flights of stairs rain or shine (or snow) with a toddler boy and an infant and a sweet four year old girl with swollen joints. It was just me home with three little ones five and under. I loved most of it though. Those little people kept me going. They are my world. We didn’t get out too much. I spent most afternoons at the small apartment complex playground swallowed by parking lot after parking lot. We read stories, we baked, we sang songs and took on art projects. We counted the minutes till daddy was home because he was way more fun than mama most days. We didn’t have a lot, but Wes had a job, we had each other. I was grateful. We lived off of hand me downs and whatever groceries we could afford. We were thankful to have  a roof over our heads and feed our children. I remember going to the dollar store and feeling like I hit some kind of jackpot because I could buy enough to put under the Christmas tree that year with the $40.00 budget we had. I even once made Lillian a Halloween costume completely from items in the dollar store. Wes steadily started getting raises. Things were finally looking up. We knew we were going to be okay. We got pregnant with Sophia. Then the economy nose dived.

Wes’s job let everyone know they were cutting all overtime hours. We had been thriving on those paychecks for years. Even with that we were often living paycheck to paycheck. I was terrified. Here we were pregnant with our fourth child and we now had to get by with close to half of our normal income. Then we got a letter from the landlord two days before Thanksgiving. We had been late on our rent three times that year. They weren’t renewing our lease. We had to find a new place in a couple of months. Lily’s arthritis was flaring again. I was pregnant. My parents were going through a messy divorce. We had no money. Our electric was on the brink of being shut off and I was desperate. We did manage to line up a place to move to but it was over 200.00 more in rent a month than we were paying. I didn’t know how this was going to work. A week before my due date I went into labor.

We brought a beautiful baby girl into this world. Wes met up with the new landlords to try to secure the apartment while I was still in the hospital with her.

We moved a week after giving birth to Sophia. Wes couldn’t afford any kind of unpaid leave so I packed up our entire home while he worked, just days after giving birth. I also helped lug boxes down the three flights of stairs and move them in and out of our apartment into our new home. Despite our bleak outlook I was looking forward to a fresh start. We explained our situation to the new landlords and scraped together the entire amount we needed to move in, including first months rent. We knew we were living on fumes. I cried myself to sleep for a month.

We hit rock bottom. Wes’s job furloughed Wes. It was welfare or figure something out. Wes took a second job landscaping for my aunt’s husband’s company. It still wasn’t enough. I broke down. I prayed. I got on my knees. I cried and begged and pleaded. We had $100.00 to our name. I knew I had to do something.

I invested that $100.00 into my business. I did this and prayed. I gave it to God right then.

I bought a modest website and commissioned some wonderful friends to help me get up and running. I had a modest following on Facebook and online for my photography and was happy being a hobbyist but I knew we had to do something. I started to create my Photoshop actions. I figured if I could just make enough money to supplement groceries of fill up our car I would be doing something.

God answered. He showed up.

I opened my shop and people started to purchase my Photoshop actions. First it was five people, then ten… then thirty and then one hundred. My PayPal balance continued to climb. At the end of the week we had made a fairly decent amount of money and our money woes were subsided. We were able to pay off many bills and put some money away to live on. I threw myself into my business. It just grew and it grew. I knew then God was working in me. He was working a miracle. A miracle we needed.

That was almost five years ago.

My business is still thriving. I work incredibly hard and am always growing but God gets all the glory. He called and I listened but more importantly I called and HE listened.

When we felt that we were supposed to be in Colorado… we picked up everything and went. I still believe there is a purpose we are here of all places. Many don’t realize that we moved here sight unseen, solely on faith and hope and God’s mercy. We put it all in his hands. We saved and saved. We packed up our car, kissed our loved ones good bye and journeyed to Colorado for a brand new beginning. We knew this was a way to spend more time with our children. I had been paying a good bulk of the bills for a couple of years. I knew it was time to trust the Lord and test my wings. It was time to jump out of the nest and fly.

So I flew.

So she flew.

Here we are now. My husband is a stay at home dad. I am an established professional photographer. We aren’t rolling in the money, but we live a happy modest and comfortable lifestyle. Wes will be returning to work for the first time in over two years but we are so grateful for all God has given us. He gets ALL the credit. I still stress. Many times I have to give it all to God. I have learned there is so much more than money. I have also made it my life’s work to pay it forward at every turn I can in any way I can. I know what it is like to have close to nothing. I know the struggle and the sacrifice. I use that to make me stronger. To work harder. To stay driven. When people ask me how I do it all the answer is… I don’t. But everything that I commit to I give a million percent.

We went from being on the brink of welfare… to being financially independent and mostly debt free when we moved to Colorado. God is Amazing.

I have also learned my children are my inheritance. They are my investment. They are our treasure. We don’t need a lot in life. We are perfectly happy with all we have. When I learned to hand it over. When I learned to stop trying to do it all by myself. When I learned that things are well.. things but people matter, our life changed in a BIG way.

And here we are, so grateful. So fortunate. So happy. We just had our fifth child, a beautiful son.

We hope for just one more child someday if that is God’s will for our family.

And our story marches on.

When God Calls, ANSWER.

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February 15, 2014 - 7:01 pm

Emily - What an amazing story. I have to say that you inspire me…. I want at least one more child, we have three. My oldest, twins will be 13 this year. I will be 39. We are finally settled, my business is thriving but I have this need. I’m trying to figure out where this baby will fit. I know it will… But it’s a little scary to start all over. Thank you Sarah. Continuing to inspire me in every way.

February 15, 2014 - 7:21 pm

Stephanie Waddey - This is such a beautiful testament! Tears! Joy & prayers for many more blessings to come for your family!

February 15, 2014 - 7:35 pm

Kayla G - I’m so glad you’ve shared your beautiful story Sarah, not only is your story beautiful but your heart is,too. I’m thankful our paths crossed online and that I can follow along a fellow believers story, AND see pictures of Colorado, I’m SO going to miss it here. Bottom line though- God is so good!!

February 15, 2014 - 8:02 pm

Sarah - Love your heart my friend.

February 15, 2014 - 8:04 pm

Ginger Unzueta - I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you share your story. You are a special lady and I know your faith, and your example with touch others. I have loved our friendship over the years and am grateful to be sisters in Christ. You are so right, life is not always bright and cheerful, but with Christ leading us, there is always a Light ..that never ever stops shining. Love to you and yours.

February 15, 2014 - 8:10 pm

Trish from Life as Their Mom - I remember when you opened your store for your actions and being so glad that I could support another mom trying to help her family with her talents. Knowing now that I was able to help (even just a little) when I could when y’all were going through such a hard time makes me so glad. And as someone who has been struggling with staying home while her family’s finances flounder, your story is such an inspiration and joy to read.

February 15, 2014 - 8:18 pm

Ava Barrett - Beautiful story!! You are such an inspiration to so many of us. Glad God has answered your prayers. You deserve every bit of your success. May you and your family continue to grow and experience the benefits of your hard work.

February 15, 2014 - 8:40 pm

Sonja Hammad - Such a tumultuous yet beautiful story. And completely inspiring. You have so many talents, Sarah — not just your photography and vision, but your words. They are a gift. I hope Lillian is doing better.

February 15, 2014 - 8:42 pm

Sabra - This made me teary, Sarah. I remember you from my digiscrap days, and buying your first set of actions, but of course I never knew the story behind that time in your life.

Your words remind me of the psalms.

“Bless the LORD, O my soul, And all that is within me, bless His holy name.”

February 15, 2014 - 8:58 pm

Shelley schuette - That is such a beautiful story! Brought tears to my eyes! You have an extrordinary way of connecting to people!

February 15, 2014 - 8:58 pm

Melissa - Gorgeous story of faith and your love for family and God. Many blessings to you, Mrs. Talented Sarah Cornish. You are TOTALLY rocking this. 🙂 <3

February 15, 2014 - 9:04 pm

Karen Stewart - Tears filled my eyes as I read. It touched so close to home for me as you know from what I have shared with you. You are such a beautiful person with a beautiful family. I remember watching a live chat with you a few years ago and thinking to myself….Wow she is so down to earth & humble, even with how well she is doing with her business, I like this girl lol You are real and have a good heart and it shows.

February 15, 2014 - 11:02 pm

Jamie - Beautiful, and REAL story. You are blessed!!! I love following you, and being a believer myself, I look forward to seeing you grow and flourish with God as your guide. <3

February 17, 2014 - 4:58 am

Sarah Mazza - Sarah…you beautiful, humble, pure hearted soul. You know I’ve loved you from the day we met and it’s because of you that I took my own flying leap and started living out what I know I was called to do. I’m so glad God put you in my life and you’re just the best. I love you, girly. That is all.

February 18, 2014 - 3:29 pm

jennifer kim - You truly are an inspiration to all mom’s out there. I found you rather recently and I’m so touched by your story. My husband has been traveling to West coast for work (we live in DC) so we only see him every other weekend. I have 3 little ones . . . my oldest turning 4 in a month and youngest just joined our family Dec 2014! I just wanted to say God bless and thank you so much for sharing your story!

February 20, 2014 - 3:29 am

Shari S - Such a beautiful and inspiring testament to God’s unfailing love and grace! I knew that you and your family had made some tough decisions to get to where you are now, but I had no idea how difficult life had been for you all. Thank you for sharing your story, inspiring others and speaking up for God’s incredible purpose in our lives! Blessings.

February 20, 2014 - 3:30 am

Dana T. - You are seriously one of my favoritest people. Thank you. So much. You are blessed, but you are also a blessing. 😉

February 20, 2014 - 3:30 am

Kim Cunningham - Big ol lump in my throat. This is so inspiring. I love how you worked so hard, but give glory to God for blessing that work. Humility and grace.

February 20, 2014 - 3:38 am

Nicole Heflin - So incredibly inspiring. Sarah, you have been one of my biggest inspirations from the day I picked my camera up. Learning this..about you…ahhh. My love for you and your work multiplied!

February 20, 2014 - 4:36 am

Ashley Spaulding - What a journey you all have taken…and I love that you wouldn’t change one bit of it. It’s all shaped you into the wife, mom, friend, photographer, and woman you are today…and that woman is simply amazing.

February 20, 2014 - 4:41 am

Candice Zugich - What am amazing story Sarah ;)I know your story all to well thank you for this ;))

February 20, 2014 - 11:42 am

Heidi - So beautiful Sarah! You are such an inspiration to so many because you come from that place of love, trust, and honesty within. You are just getting started 🙂 and you know I love you! xo

February 20, 2014 - 2:07 pm

Myriam - it’s a beautiful text and an incredible story, full of hope! thank you so much to tell us.

February 21, 2014 - 5:15 am

Lorena Holleman - I absolutely loved reading your beautiful story!! I was introduced to your work through Liz Reiber, and now I’m a big fan of yours and your photos are inspiring as well as your thoughts behind the photos. You are brilliantly talented and shine brightly with the love of God! I’m also very inspired by you and your love for your family. Every time I read something you write it shows me a different perspective and way of looking at things! God bless you!

May 3, 2014 - 4:20 am

amy tuggle - Sarah- I enjoyed reading this. I love your heart, and that you trusted God the entire way! I’m a mother of 6 and sometimes things are really hard. It’s nice to hear from others who have struggled. I just love you more every day, I think 🙂

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