Sarah Dixon Young

Tables in the Wilderness

This week, the Lord asked me to do something that I did not want to do...

Reaching Out

Sitting beside the deathbed, I noticed that the last efforts of the woman were to reach put her hand. Was she reaching for water? prayer beads? a photograph? Her reach was unwearying.

Correct Formula for Volume

It was a typical Tuesday. I was doing math with my fifth grader...

Here Hovering

It's 3:30am on Sunday, and I am awake. The phone has buzzed several times, and I know it is darkness calling.

Spelling Lessons

I am a notoriously bad speller....

Back to the Ark

Since we were going to be driving across the country anyway, my children, my adventurous mom, and I decided to visit The Ark Encounter in Kentucky...

Because He Trusted

I went to the cemetery alone because I thought it would be a difficult visit....

Hang On

Though I love the icy North Dakota prairies I call home, my first home was the tropical Atlantic coast of south Florida...

The Fine Wine

She had imbibed sweet emptiness that did nothing for her real thirst. I wished she could taste the goodness of God...