I just made one of the most difficult decisions that I've had to make thus far in my life, and while I am proud that I chose to make the smart financial choice, I still wish that it could have turned out differently.
I have deferred for a semester and will not be returning back home until January.
It pains me to write this, especially because my time here was spent on the basis that I would be returning home after a year, but my finances had a different plan. Believe me, it wasn't my first option to stay, and if there was the slightest chance that I could have made it work and would be at North Park in the fall, I would have taken it. But I have to give myself the best possible preparations for school, and if that means I have to wait a few more months to secure the necessary funds, then so be it.
I know that I come from a town where this is pretty unheard of; where you go straight to college after high school and the thought that somebody might not have the money to pay for school and has to wait a little bit before starting is almost deemed as a failure on their part. And I could think of it that way. Or, I could think of it as a HUGE act of maturity on my part, that I'm not making rash financial decisions with possibly destructive repercussions simply because I want to come home. And don't you worry Chi-town, I WILL be coming for ya.
Monday 4 August 2014
Thursday 12 June 2014
One year.
One year.
One year ago today, I left Chicago to move to Edmonton.
Its been an interesting year, to say the least. Two years ago, I never would have thought that three days after graduation, I would be hopping on a plane to move to western Canada. Never. Its not really something that you plan on doing. Especially coming from Oak Park; you graduate, go off to college, and visit back home during every break. And growing up, thats what I thought I would be doing with my life post-OPRF. God had different plans for me.
If there's been one lesson that I've learned since coming here, its that so much of life is wasted by sugar-coating our situations to the world simply on the premise that we need to appear more put-together than those around us. Its this belief that prompts me to change the tone in which I talk about my circumstances: this move sucked.
I wish that I could say that it was hard, but I persevered and made it through and wouldn't change my experiences for anything. I wish that I could say that I made so many friends and always found joy because of their presence in my life. I wish I had stories of immersing myself in Canadian culture and loving my year up here to share. But I would be lying simply for the sake of lying if I said that.
Its a different culture up here; one that I have determined that I don't particularly fit in with. The christian feminist who desires to build her career doesn't bode too well in a society where so many women get married at 19 and work retail until they have kids and then become a stay-at-home mom. It almost felt as if I was accepted until people actually talked to me and found out who I was, then I suddenly was somehow less worthy of acceptance.
I've had a hard year. I struggled with leaving my friends, and only seeing their faces over Skype. I had to leave two situations which were harmful to my mental well-being, which also left me completely alone with no community. I missed my family at First Pres RF and Spotlight Oak Park every single day. I worked hard to handle the depression which has plagued me for the past 5 years of my life.
But I did it.
I didn't lose hope that I AM returning home. I never let myself believe that I would be stuck in Canada for the rest of my life. I somehow held onto hope that greater things were in store for me than the current sufferings that I was facing, and let that pull me through.
This by no means that I am now suddenly perfectly OK with my circumstances simply because its the end of a blog post and thats what you do. Not in the slightest. I cried my eyes out this morning because everything is seemingly more difficult for me and my family than for everyone else around me. I cry myself to sleep more times than I'm willing to admit. My life literally consists of going to work, coming home and skyping my friends back home, and sleeping.
I get filled with so much anger that its been a whole year and I'm still suck in Canada. I burst into tears when I see pictures from backstage during performances, or posts about how fun the broomball tournament was at Timber-lee this year. Everyday, I think about the fact that while I sleepwalk through my life, my friends are having the summer of their life.
I don't want you to think that I am wallowing in my misery or anything of that sort. I want to paint an accurate picture of how my life looks, rather than a sappy blog post that ends with everything magically becoming perfect.
There is, however, one aspect of my story that changes everything.
Christ.
You see, I don't have everything together. Clearly. If I did, I would be sitting in an air conditioned house in Chicago right now, avoiding that humidity that makes you want to shower forever. What changes my story is that, Christ DOES have everything together. He knows exactly why I'm here, the outfit I'll wear when I fly back home, the exact grade I'll get on my first midterm of college. He has full control over my life, and he WILL make all things work together for my good. Does thing mean that I suddenly don't miss my life back home? Not a chance. What it means is, he's running the show so I don't have to.
And that and that alone is where I find my strength.
Chicago, I CAN'T WAIT to see you soon.
John 16:33
-Sarah
One year ago today, I left Chicago to move to Edmonton.
Its been an interesting year, to say the least. Two years ago, I never would have thought that three days after graduation, I would be hopping on a plane to move to western Canada. Never. Its not really something that you plan on doing. Especially coming from Oak Park; you graduate, go off to college, and visit back home during every break. And growing up, thats what I thought I would be doing with my life post-OPRF. God had different plans for me.
If there's been one lesson that I've learned since coming here, its that so much of life is wasted by sugar-coating our situations to the world simply on the premise that we need to appear more put-together than those around us. Its this belief that prompts me to change the tone in which I talk about my circumstances: this move sucked.
I wish that I could say that it was hard, but I persevered and made it through and wouldn't change my experiences for anything. I wish that I could say that I made so many friends and always found joy because of their presence in my life. I wish I had stories of immersing myself in Canadian culture and loving my year up here to share. But I would be lying simply for the sake of lying if I said that.
Its a different culture up here; one that I have determined that I don't particularly fit in with. The christian feminist who desires to build her career doesn't bode too well in a society where so many women get married at 19 and work retail until they have kids and then become a stay-at-home mom. It almost felt as if I was accepted until people actually talked to me and found out who I was, then I suddenly was somehow less worthy of acceptance.
I've had a hard year. I struggled with leaving my friends, and only seeing their faces over Skype. I had to leave two situations which were harmful to my mental well-being, which also left me completely alone with no community. I missed my family at First Pres RF and Spotlight Oak Park every single day. I worked hard to handle the depression which has plagued me for the past 5 years of my life.
But I did it.
I didn't lose hope that I AM returning home. I never let myself believe that I would be stuck in Canada for the rest of my life. I somehow held onto hope that greater things were in store for me than the current sufferings that I was facing, and let that pull me through.
This by no means that I am now suddenly perfectly OK with my circumstances simply because its the end of a blog post and thats what you do. Not in the slightest. I cried my eyes out this morning because everything is seemingly more difficult for me and my family than for everyone else around me. I cry myself to sleep more times than I'm willing to admit. My life literally consists of going to work, coming home and skyping my friends back home, and sleeping.
I get filled with so much anger that its been a whole year and I'm still suck in Canada. I burst into tears when I see pictures from backstage during performances, or posts about how fun the broomball tournament was at Timber-lee this year. Everyday, I think about the fact that while I sleepwalk through my life, my friends are having the summer of their life.
I don't want you to think that I am wallowing in my misery or anything of that sort. I want to paint an accurate picture of how my life looks, rather than a sappy blog post that ends with everything magically becoming perfect.
There is, however, one aspect of my story that changes everything.
Christ.
You see, I don't have everything together. Clearly. If I did, I would be sitting in an air conditioned house in Chicago right now, avoiding that humidity that makes you want to shower forever. What changes my story is that, Christ DOES have everything together. He knows exactly why I'm here, the outfit I'll wear when I fly back home, the exact grade I'll get on my first midterm of college. He has full control over my life, and he WILL make all things work together for my good. Does thing mean that I suddenly don't miss my life back home? Not a chance. What it means is, he's running the show so I don't have to.
And that and that alone is where I find my strength.
Chicago, I CAN'T WAIT to see you soon.
John 16:33
-Sarah
Tuesday 31 December 2013
End of year reflections and resolutions.
As the new year comes, I decided to do what I do every year around this time, and reflect on the past twelve months. What threw me for a loop this time was that I seemingly lost 6 months. I tried using the Facebook feature for '2013' in review, but after June, there was practically nothing.
The time that I've spent up here has been a learning experience. It has shaped me beyond what I was expecting. I had to learn the hard way that I cannot rely on people for my happiness, and God has to be my sustenance. I've worked a fairly intensive job and have gotten a taste of what the real world is like. I've had to abandon many of my immature and childlike ways of thinking, and grow up to make the decisions and live with those choices. But the thought that I've been going through the motions and have lost the joy that I once had is the most terrifying thing in the world.
When you really think about it, it makes seance. I work, I come home, I sleep. Throw Rizn and church in there and that's all I have. I don't have the same friends who always wanted to hang out with me. In fact, I really don't have too many friends up here. I'm really good at pretending that I have everything under control, but this is the point that the gloves come off.
I've never been one for New Years resolutions, simply because people make them for the sake of making them, and don't have the motivation to keep up with them for more than a week. This time, I have the motivation. I don't want to sit and just let my life pass me by. I refuse to have another year where I can't even remember anything substantial that I did for an entire month, because I was somewhere out of place. I'm not going to have another time looking back, and realizing that some if my favorite moments of the year were the times that I got to call and skype with the friends back home who mean the most to me.
So I'm breaking the pattern.
I'm coming back home.
Something that isn't valued up here as much as it is in Chicago is post Post-Secondary education. It's pretty acceptable to not go to college, or simply go to a trade school. It's kind of rare to leave Edmonton for school. In fact, most of the kids who attend college still live with their parents. I've known since freshman year that that mentality was not for me. Next year, I will be back in Chicago at North Park University, majoring in Education and Youth Ministry and minoring in Theatre. I have a lot of obstacles to pull through to make that work, and it's only going to get more complicated. But this is what I want. Surely not what the culture surrounding me wants, but I've had to gain the confidence to look at MY life, and decide what I want, rather than basing it off of others. This is a decision which I have struggled with for the past 3months. I've tried talking myself out of it, trying to make myself believe that I didn't need to go to college, anything that would keep me from actually solidifying my desires.
Which is why I've finally brought this out in the open. I have the push to go home. I want to go back more than anything. But what about the times when figuring out logistics gets impossible? Or when crunching the numbers doesn't turn out the way it should? Who's to say that I'll just sit back here as let another year of my life just go right past me?
I refuse to let that happen, and am putting my ambitions out so that I may be held accountable to them. I want the most motivation possible to drive me back to where I belong, and it's not a journey that I can take on my own. I'll need the most support possible to make my ambitions a reality, but that's something I'm okay with.
Chicago, I can't wait to see you soon.
The time that I've spent up here has been a learning experience. It has shaped me beyond what I was expecting. I had to learn the hard way that I cannot rely on people for my happiness, and God has to be my sustenance. I've worked a fairly intensive job and have gotten a taste of what the real world is like. I've had to abandon many of my immature and childlike ways of thinking, and grow up to make the decisions and live with those choices. But the thought that I've been going through the motions and have lost the joy that I once had is the most terrifying thing in the world.
When you really think about it, it makes seance. I work, I come home, I sleep. Throw Rizn and church in there and that's all I have. I don't have the same friends who always wanted to hang out with me. In fact, I really don't have too many friends up here. I'm really good at pretending that I have everything under control, but this is the point that the gloves come off.
I've never been one for New Years resolutions, simply because people make them for the sake of making them, and don't have the motivation to keep up with them for more than a week. This time, I have the motivation. I don't want to sit and just let my life pass me by. I refuse to have another year where I can't even remember anything substantial that I did for an entire month, because I was somewhere out of place. I'm not going to have another time looking back, and realizing that some if my favorite moments of the year were the times that I got to call and skype with the friends back home who mean the most to me.
So I'm breaking the pattern.
I'm coming back home.
Something that isn't valued up here as much as it is in Chicago is post Post-Secondary education. It's pretty acceptable to not go to college, or simply go to a trade school. It's kind of rare to leave Edmonton for school. In fact, most of the kids who attend college still live with their parents. I've known since freshman year that that mentality was not for me. Next year, I will be back in Chicago at North Park University, majoring in Education and Youth Ministry and minoring in Theatre. I have a lot of obstacles to pull through to make that work, and it's only going to get more complicated. But this is what I want. Surely not what the culture surrounding me wants, but I've had to gain the confidence to look at MY life, and decide what I want, rather than basing it off of others. This is a decision which I have struggled with for the past 3months. I've tried talking myself out of it, trying to make myself believe that I didn't need to go to college, anything that would keep me from actually solidifying my desires.
Which is why I've finally brought this out in the open. I have the push to go home. I want to go back more than anything. But what about the times when figuring out logistics gets impossible? Or when crunching the numbers doesn't turn out the way it should? Who's to say that I'll just sit back here as let another year of my life just go right past me?
I refuse to let that happen, and am putting my ambitions out so that I may be held accountable to them. I want the most motivation possible to drive me back to where I belong, and it's not a journey that I can take on my own. I'll need the most support possible to make my ambitions a reality, but that's something I'm okay with.
Chicago, I can't wait to see you soon.
Monday 8 July 2013
JK...Canada.
So much has gone here! JK...This is Canada we're talking about.
I've been searching pretty heavily for a job, and have even gotten an offer already! Just keep on praying that I find the job that will pay what I need it to:)
Last weekend, we went to our cousin's lakehouse for the day, and it was super fun. They're pretty much the only people in Canada that we know, so simply having someone to talk to that we weren't seeing through a computer screen was SO great! They own a boat rental, so we got to go out and use their boats and tubes and kayaks and stuff, so we were always entertained.
Yesterday, Molly, Mom and I went back to Church on 99 and I really liked it. Its a super hipster church, the worship is unbelievable, and I never feel like its too 'old' or out of place.
This week and next are going to be extremely difficult weeks for me and Molly. Ready, Set, Go is this week, and for me and Molly, who haven't missed a year of RSG/VBS since we started going to First Pres, not being there this week is really hard. God does such amazing things during that week, through both the participants and leaders. I don't do well with missing out on events, so the fact that I dont even have a chance of being there is tearing me up. Another thing that has really been heavy on my heart is Jekyll. I've gone for the past 4 years, and missing out on my last year there is rough. Needless to say, me and Molly aren't really handling it too well. As much as I would love to say that I'm getting aquainted with the country and its working out for me to be here...its not. Edmonton pretty much shuts down during the summer, so finding people to get to know is rougher than I thought. I also haven't had much to do since I got here, which means that my day revolves around using my laptop and watching tv until my parents go to bed, when me and Molly eat Nutella ice cream. Just take a moment to let that sink in. Summer after senior year, and my life consists of finding the comfiest spot on the couch that I can still sit in when my laptop is charging. Our house is also a lot smaller than our old one, which surprisingly rises stress levels within the family. To say that its been rough would be an understatement.
As always, keep us in your prayers, and hopefully, we'll be seeing you soon:)
I've been searching pretty heavily for a job, and have even gotten an offer already! Just keep on praying that I find the job that will pay what I need it to:)
Last weekend, we went to our cousin's lakehouse for the day, and it was super fun. They're pretty much the only people in Canada that we know, so simply having someone to talk to that we weren't seeing through a computer screen was SO great! They own a boat rental, so we got to go out and use their boats and tubes and kayaks and stuff, so we were always entertained.
Yesterday, Molly, Mom and I went back to Church on 99 and I really liked it. Its a super hipster church, the worship is unbelievable, and I never feel like its too 'old' or out of place.
This week and next are going to be extremely difficult weeks for me and Molly. Ready, Set, Go is this week, and for me and Molly, who haven't missed a year of RSG/VBS since we started going to First Pres, not being there this week is really hard. God does such amazing things during that week, through both the participants and leaders. I don't do well with missing out on events, so the fact that I dont even have a chance of being there is tearing me up. Another thing that has really been heavy on my heart is Jekyll. I've gone for the past 4 years, and missing out on my last year there is rough. Needless to say, me and Molly aren't really handling it too well. As much as I would love to say that I'm getting aquainted with the country and its working out for me to be here...its not. Edmonton pretty much shuts down during the summer, so finding people to get to know is rougher than I thought. I also haven't had much to do since I got here, which means that my day revolves around using my laptop and watching tv until my parents go to bed, when me and Molly eat Nutella ice cream. Just take a moment to let that sink in. Summer after senior year, and my life consists of finding the comfiest spot on the couch that I can still sit in when my laptop is charging. Our house is also a lot smaller than our old one, which surprisingly rises stress levels within the family. To say that its been rough would be an understatement.
As always, keep us in your prayers, and hopefully, we'll be seeing you soon:)
Tuesday 25 June 2013
Stuff/Laptops/ Burned Easy Mac
WE HAVE OUR STUFF!!!!!
Our urban camping adventure is over! Sitting on a comfy couch has never felt so good. We got all of our stuff today, but we definitely didnt plan out the logistics, because me and Molly's stuff just got piled in our rooms so...SLEEPOVER IN THE LIVING ROOM! #partay, and to put this in perspective, me and Molly used to share a room but we got into too many physical fights and had to switch, if that gives you an accurate vision of how this night will play out.
What is so nice is having the little things in the house that are so underappreciated but life savers (I would like to see you try to make toast without a toaster. I dare you.) I was also reunited with my nutella and easy mac, even though I managed to burn my easy mac within minutes of opening the box. Turns out, water in that little cup is an essential. Either way, that little cooking excitement earned me the official worst cook in the worlds badge (sorry gramma), and i wear it with pride.
Something thats also been great is finally having my own laptop! A little late of a graduation present, but its working just fine:) The webcam on here is also functioning quite nicely, so feel free to add me on skype:) my user name is sarahbabsbabs and I miiiiight acept you. maybe.
I've also been intensifying my job search recently. I've had two separate interviews, but I'm not quite sure if either of them will turn out. I'm just putting it in god's hands that he knows where he wants me to work (but if he allows any personal orders, that app to urban outfitters going through would really be swell).
As usual, prayers for strength, encouragement, and stability would be perfect.
In his name,
Sarah
Our urban camping adventure is over! Sitting on a comfy couch has never felt so good. We got all of our stuff today, but we definitely didnt plan out the logistics, because me and Molly's stuff just got piled in our rooms so...SLEEPOVER IN THE LIVING ROOM! #partay, and to put this in perspective, me and Molly used to share a room but we got into too many physical fights and had to switch, if that gives you an accurate vision of how this night will play out.
What is so nice is having the little things in the house that are so underappreciated but life savers (I would like to see you try to make toast without a toaster. I dare you.) I was also reunited with my nutella and easy mac, even though I managed to burn my easy mac within minutes of opening the box. Turns out, water in that little cup is an essential. Either way, that little cooking excitement earned me the official worst cook in the worlds badge (sorry gramma), and i wear it with pride.
Something thats also been great is finally having my own laptop! A little late of a graduation present, but its working just fine:) The webcam on here is also functioning quite nicely, so feel free to add me on skype:) my user name is sarahbabsbabs and I miiiiight acept you. maybe.
I've also been intensifying my job search recently. I've had two separate interviews, but I'm not quite sure if either of them will turn out. I'm just putting it in god's hands that he knows where he wants me to work (but if he allows any personal orders, that app to urban outfitters going through would really be swell).
As usual, prayers for strength, encouragement, and stability would be perfect.
In his name,
Sarah
Friday 21 June 2013
Eighth Day Encouragement
I've been here for 8 days now. Instead of doing the typical teenager action and simply complaining, I'm going to share the verses, quotes, and partial song lyrics which I have been clinging to since I came here.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of thsoe who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." - Romans 8:28
"Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destryed, we have a building from god, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands." - 2nd Corinthians 5:1
"See what this godly sorrow has produced in you: what earnestness, what eagerness to clear yourselves, what indignation, what alarm, what longing, what concern, what readiness to see justice done." - 2 Corinthians 7:11
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid, for the lord your god will be with you wherever you go." - Joshua 1:9
"As a prisoner for the lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the callling you have recieved. Be completely humble and gently; be patient, bearing with one another in love." - Ephesians 4:1
"Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given to me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should." - Ephesians 6:19
"Let me see redemption win, let me know the struggle ends, that you can mend a heart that's frail and torn." - Tenth Avenue North
"God doesn't call the equipped; He equips the called." - Anonymous
"I have faith in my god to know that if he says 'No' to one thing, he's saying 'Yes' to something greater." - Nick Vujicis
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of thsoe who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." - Romans 8:28
"Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destryed, we have a building from god, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands." - 2nd Corinthians 5:1
"See what this godly sorrow has produced in you: what earnestness, what eagerness to clear yourselves, what indignation, what alarm, what longing, what concern, what readiness to see justice done." - 2 Corinthians 7:11
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid, for the lord your god will be with you wherever you go." - Joshua 1:9
"As a prisoner for the lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the callling you have recieved. Be completely humble and gently; be patient, bearing with one another in love." - Ephesians 4:1
"Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given to me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should." - Ephesians 6:19
"Let me see redemption win, let me know the struggle ends, that you can mend a heart that's frail and torn." - Tenth Avenue North
"God doesn't call the equipped; He equips the called." - Anonymous
"I have faith in my god to know that if he says 'No' to one thing, he's saying 'Yes' to something greater." - Nick Vujicis
Sunday 16 June 2013
Five Days In.
Today held some interesting situations that only could ever occur in the Babuk family. We are in the process of finding a church, so we attended two different ones today. The first was Church On 99, a church my mom descibes as "Hip and Happening and Young and stuff." The sermon was actually really good; he connected the advice that Jesus gave to John the Baptist to apply to fathering and parenting skills. But the church definitely had some twists. There was no parking nearby, so we got a golf cart ride with complementary gum:) They also had some kickin' worship music that just made you wanna have a dance party with Jesus in the pews (I mean, of course the bass dropped a few times, but thats fine by me:) There were SO MANY HIPSTERS. And also, today was their annual Father's Day Car Show, so what better way to celebrate than by the pastor riding a Harley straight up to the pulpit?!?
Needless to say...Molly and I loved it but dad was pulling a McKayla Maroney.
The second church we went to gave me and molly a chance to be unimpressed, but definitely was good for comparing reasons. We went to First Presbyterian Of Edmonton, where the population of the church is primarily 60+ and conducts the service in very old fashioned ways. Not bad for the people who go there, just not exactly the best fit for two teenage girls. The highlight of my day hands down was seeing Molly react to Dad introducing her to the assortment of people there who are much older than her. Lets just say that she made it pretty obvious that she didn't exactly want to be there:)
Being here in Edmonton is starting to grow on me slightly, but is still a rough transition. The weather here is much colder than I'm used to during the summer, which makes the transition harder, especially knowing that the weather back home is so lovely and sunny. What has been the hardest is allowing God to take full control of the situation that I am in. I have a hard time letting go of control of situations in my life, especially ones which give much stress and turmoil to my life. God is definitely giving me a lesson here on turning over my life to him, but even the knowledge of that doesn't make my life here any easier. Being away from my friends with not much to do here has really taken a toll on me. I have really struggled to find a solid, core group of friends in high school, so leaving the group that I found was more difficult for me than I think I could correctly put into words. I just have to trust that God knows what he is doing, and that he has placed me here for a reason.
My life verse has been my source of hope these past few days, and the promise that I have been clinging to so dearly.
"I consider that my present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed within us."-Romans 8:18
In his name,
Sarah
Needless to say...Molly and I loved it but dad was pulling a McKayla Maroney.
The second church we went to gave me and molly a chance to be unimpressed, but definitely was good for comparing reasons. We went to First Presbyterian Of Edmonton, where the population of the church is primarily 60+ and conducts the service in very old fashioned ways. Not bad for the people who go there, just not exactly the best fit for two teenage girls. The highlight of my day hands down was seeing Molly react to Dad introducing her to the assortment of people there who are much older than her. Lets just say that she made it pretty obvious that she didn't exactly want to be there:)
Being here in Edmonton is starting to grow on me slightly, but is still a rough transition. The weather here is much colder than I'm used to during the summer, which makes the transition harder, especially knowing that the weather back home is so lovely and sunny. What has been the hardest is allowing God to take full control of the situation that I am in. I have a hard time letting go of control of situations in my life, especially ones which give much stress and turmoil to my life. God is definitely giving me a lesson here on turning over my life to him, but even the knowledge of that doesn't make my life here any easier. Being away from my friends with not much to do here has really taken a toll on me. I have really struggled to find a solid, core group of friends in high school, so leaving the group that I found was more difficult for me than I think I could correctly put into words. I just have to trust that God knows what he is doing, and that he has placed me here for a reason.
My life verse has been my source of hope these past few days, and the promise that I have been clinging to so dearly.
"I consider that my present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed within us."-Romans 8:18
In his name,
Sarah
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