Four years ago I spent Christmas morning in the emergency room with my parents.
Presents and stockings, a hearty breakfast and time of rest with family usually characterize Christmas morning.
But a few days before Christmas I began to have a sharp pain in my lower back. And then I woke up on Christmas in an extraordinary amount of pain. As the oldest child that hardly ever complained, my parents knew it was serious. They drove me to the E.R. and we waited to hear what was going on. The doctor immediately said it was a pilonidal cyst. None of us had ever heard of that before, so we didn’t know what was to follow. That initial procedure in the E.R. was excruciatingly painful.
Sarah loves Jesus and her family and is passionate about addressing the urgent spiritual and physical needs around the world. She is the wife of Spencer and mama of Katherine and Claire, and they live in Nashville, TN. She runs a photography business with her husband and writes in order to offer encouragement and invite others to choose grace, joy, and gratitude in the adventure and the mundane. She loves traveling and reading; she will choose unsweet tea over sweet and bootcut jeans over skinny; and she is all sorts of awkward with small talk but thrives with deep conversations.