The article that follows was originally written as college entrance essay for Stanford University, where she is now a sophomore majoring in communications. We were deeply moved to learn of this young woman's enduring faith in the face of family tragedies. And we've asked Sarah to add a few lines to her essay for Journal readers, to explain some of the healing ideas that helped her trust in God's love for her and for her family during the ordeals she speaks of here.
With five kids, all kinds of pets, and many friends, our tramp has been through it all.
My feet still don't touch the ground when I dangle my legs off the side of my trampoline's familiar metal bar, and according to biology, they never will. But I don't mind, because they never have. Even though my trampoline has weathered and aged, it's still a source of security to me in a world where everything else has changed. Once a tight black platform with silver springs, royal blue mats and glistening metal bars, it's now a gray rag held up by several rusty springs.
