The Colors of Prayer

The Story Behind the Poem If you've been around here long enough, you may have noticed that I love describing feelings with color (humility, a loved one, seasons). These colors describe the prayer of one in pain. A deep pain that sadly, too many people have felt. The loss of a child. My dear friends [...]

By | August 15th, 2016|From My Writer's Notebook, Poetry|2 Comments

The Colors of Papa

The Story Behind the Poem My Papa was a major figure in my life. Living most of my childhood 3 miles down the road from him and my Grandma was a treasure that my own children have not yet received for themselves. He attended many (most?) of my athletic and dramatic events and told The [...]

By | August 1st, 2016|From My Writer's Notebook, Poetry|5 Comments


The Story Behind the Poem If you've ever been involved in a small group, one that was committed to each other on a weekly basis, then you know that groups go in phases. We've been in a small group (our church calls them Life Groups) since October 2008 and my! have we experienced all these [...]

By | July 25th, 2016|From My Writer's Notebook, Poetry|2 Comments

The Colors of Humility

The Story Behind the Poem Have you ever been found out? It's an awful feeling. Heart in throat. Can't eat. Breathe. Get out of bed. There's a process that starts with shame and ends with grace. If you know that feeling, you'll understand this poem. The Colors of Humility by Sarah Steele August 2014 Humility [...]

By | July 18th, 2016|From My Writer's Notebook, Poetry|4 Comments

He Was There

The Story Behind the Poem My husband gave me an hour (a whole glorious hour!) when our first two children were 22 months and 2 months old. I biked down to a coffee shop and sat outside, just soaking up the quiet. Even with the bustle of the farmer's market around me, I was alone [...]

By | July 11th, 2016|From My Writer's Notebook, Poetry|0 Comments

Even the Best Intentions

The Story Behind the Story My daughter arrived in our family when my son was 20 months old. Just after that first week, I wanted to show my boy how much he still meant to me even though we had another family member. So I got a babysitter and took him out, hopeful for a beautiful [...]

By | July 4th, 2016|From My Writer's Notebook|0 Comments