And Sarah said, “God has made laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh over me.” (Gen 21:6)
When Sarah was about eleven years old, I was walking through our kitchen in Georgia when suddenly, I was soaking wet. An evil little young lady had drenched me with the hand sprayer from the kitchen sink … I was so proud! Knowing full well that she would pay, she counted the cost and determined that it was worth the risk. Finally, I had not only children to terrorize, but I had a nemesis and ally in one. One without fear.
“Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord. And you are her children, if you do good and do not fear anything that is frightening.” (1 Peter 3:6)
Sarah Renee’ has been “different” from the start. A month late, and after a difficult labor, the doctor scared us when he checked Lynn and got a concerned look on his face and stated there are two … (pause) … cheeks. (everybody is a comedian). Yes, , she backed into the world just like her father … butt first. A head full of black hair that stood straight out and a peculiar, frog-like sleeping position, we knew that she was going to be different. After being nearly drowned in her crib by an overflowing sink in the apartment up stairs we decided that she was destined for an amphibious life so I enlisted in the Navy.
From the beginning, she has loved people. Everywhere we went she made friends easily, but always found that one intimate relationship.
- Norfolk,VA – Savannah: Savannah was very important in fostering some of her more critical virtues … a love of football and more importantly a love for the Redskins.
- St Marys GA – SarahTucker (Yes … one word in our house. Sarah Lutz is not one word, but is more complete): Sarah Elizabeth was more than a friend … she was a sister and a cohort. There were very few days while we lived in St. Marys that the “Sarahs” were separated. Out of this relationship, God began to develop a love of worship. Through dance and music, these two began to feel God’s pleasure moving through them.
- Lexington, KY – Lynsay: On my desk in front of me sits a picture of my children from Sarah’s early adult years and it is appropriate that Lynsay is included. Sarah and Lynsay became women together (Sorry Lynz, but it is true). High school, missions trips, work, boys … they shared all of the joys and pains associated with making this huge jump.
(This week the wedding dress is on the other sister … exciting)
As a baby, Sarah had a special affection towards men. She really did not want to be held by women (except mommy). Although she always had some close friends that were guys, (Gus, Ben, Eric..), her real friendships were always her girls … until Michael. I have spent enough time writing on that subject previously and let’s just leave it at “he was the one and only” (and he was in that same family photo)
One would think that from my description of Sarah that life has been a piece of cake. Both of our May babies (Sarah and Sam) were afflicted with less than normal long function when little. (It took some time for Sarah’s amphibious gills to develop into fully functioning lungs). Sarah had a volume I and volume II of her dependent medical record. For years we cycled been in and out of the pediatric clinic, but on Christmas morning of 1996, I carried Sarah into the ER for what would turn out to be a two week hospital stay. God showed grace to us and allowed us to bring her home and decided that we it was time to replace that gill with a lung and her days of inferior lung function were over.
The teen years brought the beginnings of a more mature and independent young lady. At 15 she started working, learned to drive (including a stick shift), got her own cell phone, and started dating (much to my displeasure). 16 brought a license and more independence. Although I knew that this was the natural way of things and that this what Lynn and I had raised our children to do, it was hard to become less a part of that life. We watched as she bought her first car (and then her first bee-induced wreck).
We watched stress begin to take hold as she struggled on balancing relationships, college and a full time job. We ached as we saw her wearing out. When our little girl who had always been defined by joy was losing her identity, we knew that a Sabbath was in order. So it was agreed that she would head to the place of her birth and some quality time with my baby sister. God was faithful and in time was able to bring restoration and joy.
At Sarah’s wedding, I spoke of Sarah’s heritage and that she comes from a line of women with hearts that champion broken people. My baby girl has taken the baton from these ladies and is running the race with joy. A father may think that he wants his children to be successful, but success without joy is not success. Glance through Sarah’s photos and blog and you will see a woman who cherishes joy and desires above all else to share that joy with you. http://littlecains.blogspot.com/
Now … she is no longer a “young adult” … but full fledged 30 year old adult. Year 29 has brought a year of struggle and change. She moved back to KY to be near family while trying her hand a single parenting of three very active preschoolers as Michael took a long “vacation” to the mountain regions of Afghanistan. Anyone who thinks that the military wife is any less heroic than the one that is deployed is gravely mistaken. Sarah … following in the footsteps of her awesome Mom, not only taking over the Dad duties, but doing it while missing the one who God provided to complete her, support her. and love her. Add to that the stress involved with having her lover in harms way and you have a lady that defines heroism. I am proud beyond measure of this woman of God.
Happy Birthday Sweetie.