Sarah Trent
The weight of glory
These light afflictions—momentary, fleeting—are not what they seem. They press, yes. They burn. They make your knees buckle in the quiet...
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FOR HE ALONE IS WORTHY
My entire life, I wanted to be a wife and mother. As I grew older, I wanted to minister to others. The Lord has taken me through some deep waters, and opened avenues of ministry that I may not have chosen myself…but he trusted me with them anyway. He truly does give sweet things from dark places, and I pray I can touch your life for his glory🤍
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Sarah Trent
We would see Jesus
“Sir, we would see Jesus.” Their voices rose in John 12, a cry from hungry hearts. Not for spectacle. Not for signs. But for Him. Only...
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Before I was shattered, you were
Before I was shattered, You had already been torn, Your flesh bruised, Your blood spilled like a love song sung in crimson. Before the...
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Pain declared his name
Over and over, they came to Him— not with pride, but with desperation, not with strength, but with wounds that would not heal. The deaf...
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Your presence is a ministry
There is a quiet tragedy unfolding all around us—not in the headlines, not in the chaos of crisis—but in the hollow silence that follows....
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The part of heaven no one talks about
The streets, paved in gold—glimmering under the glory light of the Lamb. Gates not of iron or wood, but of pearl—singular, unbroken, and...
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It’s all coming undone
It’s all coming undone— not slowly, not gently, but with the violent unraveling of threads pulled too tight for too long. I clutch the...
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Conviction is a gift
Beware when conviction becomes a nuisance instead of a nudge. Conviction is a gift—a quiet tug at the soul, a sacred echo of God’s voice...
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Go down again
Go Down Again Naaman stood proud, cloaked in valor, wrapped in robes of rank and ribbons— But beneath the armor, beneath the victories,...
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Anointing or accessory
We’ve dressed the anointing of God like jewelry—something to wear on Sundays, to match our mood or our music, to accent our spiritual...
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Still no Jesus?
Mary wept. Martha watched the road. Hope, once blazing like morning sun, now flickered low, shrouded by the silence of a Savior who did...
Sarah Trent
Count the cost
The cost is great. But oh, dear one—count it. Measure the weight of your silence in eternity’s scales. If you do not pray, hell does not...
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Breaking bread with the broken
It is no easy thing to carry hurt in one hand and hope in the other— to believe in healing while you’re still bleeding, To look into the...
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People of protocol
She had been folded in half for eighteen years. Eighteen years of eyes fixed on dust instead of daylight. She did not run to Jesus. She...
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Jesus didn’t hide his wounds
He did not hide the wounds. The risen Christ—glorified, victorious, alive—stood among His disciples, and yet the wounds remained. The...
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The lies we tell
“I’m fine.” “We’re good.” “No problem.” The quiet lies we whisper into the silence— polished phrases we’ve learned to wear like armor....
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The end?
The End? When something precious fades, and the final page turns, we often sit in the silence, aching— grieving what’s slipped through...
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Too much?
Psalms 37:23 “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.” They must have thought He was too much....
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Anointing versus influence
Do not be deceived—influence is not the same as anointing. Jezebel held sway over a nation, Absalom stole the hearts of the people, Herod...
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A prayer for the heavy things
Lord, I wonder — who might I have been, if I had not been asked to carry these heavy things? Would I have climbed higher? Would I have...
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HEY Y’ALL!
I’m Sarah, farm wife, domestic engineer, taming my free range babies, and loving all things HOME.Homeschool, Homestead, Homemaking. I can’t wait to go HOME with Jesus one day, and see his face and meet my babies in heaven. My goal is pull you closer to Jesus, encourage your heart, and let you know that you’re not in this alone.Pour yourself a cup of coffee and pull up a seat next to me!
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