Sara Froiland


I think today I finally understood it.  God is our father, our dad, our pops.  Sometimes people’s human dads aren’t that great.  I am blessed to have an outstanding father, but not everyone is so lucky.  But you know what good dads do?  They raise you, they protect you, and they point you in the right direction.

Not every human dad sticks around to raise their children.  Mine did.  My dad used to pick me up every Friday from school and take me to lunch.  When I was in high school, my dad drove 2.5 hours to one of my track meets and let me drive back with him.  He’s always been willing to help me and overruled the things that were meant to punish me or hurt me.
God does that too.  He raises us.  He is always ready to spend time with us.  He makes things and puts things in place that will bring us enjoyment or happiness.

Growing up, it is really hard to understand rules.  A lot of rules appear to be really stupid.  At my high school we couldn’t wear slippers because gangs in Mojave wore slippers.  I did not grow up in Mojave.  I don’t even understand why slippers would be gang affiliated anyway.  It was dumb, but not worth fighting.  Most of the rules my father set for me were pretty good rules.  I think any of the stupid ones, if I broke them, I didn’t get in trouble because obviously I came to no harm.  Rules like telling me not to touch something because it was hot are obviously there for my protection.

All of God’s rules are good rules.  He tells us to be honest with one another because lies, even if we don’t notice it at first, cause destruction, lack of trust, and destroy relationships.  He tells us to wait until marriage for sex, because sex is meant to be shared with just one partner in order to bring a family into the world.  Things don’t always go wrong if these rules are broken, but premarital sex can cause emotional damage, stds, and bring unplanned children into the world without two parents who are prepared to raise said children.  God’s rules are for protection, not to make life a little bit less enjoyable.  He doesn’t want us to burn our hands on a hot pan.  He loves us.

My dad raised me a Christian.  He sent me to Christian school.  He’s glad I go to a Bible college.  Some people may not see it this way, but growing up in a Christian home has kept me safe and headed in the right direction.  My dad helps me to see what way to go, and points me in the right direction when I veer off course.

God does that too.  He sent me to Bible college, even though I’m not going to be a pastor or work in a church.  When I’ve tried to leave, He’s kept me here, because it’s where I am meant to be.  I discovered myself here, and found where my passions are.  I know what direction I need to go because God faced me in the right direction five years ago.  I’m glad He helps me with my decisions.  It makes life a little bit safer.  I like knowing I’m safe.

I have a pretty great dad.  But my God is the best Dad.  Not everyone is blessed like I am with my father, but everyone can receive the blessing of my Father.  I’m just really glad God is my God and is protecting me like my Father.  I think I get it now.


For the Love of God; John 3:16

Most people know me as a writer.  Which is true, I write and I do spoken word and that’s my thing.  However, one thing I haven’t quite been able to write is my story.  I want to be able to incorporate my story into my poetry.  I’m challenging myself in my writing to have it be more than just what I do, but that I shine through it as an example of who God is.

Today in church, Steve spoke about not understanding God’s love for him.  He said that for a long time he accepted God’s love for everyone else, but couldn’t see how God could love him.  I used to say those exact words about myself, and that’s a huge part of my testimony.

When I was in high school my mom had cancer.  I don’t really remember if we had a relationship before that, so I can’t blame cancer for destroying our relationship, but I know not having my parents for those years is a big part of who I am today.  I dealt with a lot of depression through the ages of 14 and 15 (and beyond), and I was cutting myself among other things.  Halfway through my sophomore year I went to a convention with the youth group from my brother’s church.  I wasn’t considering myself a Christian, but I was pretty sure there was a God.  I didn’t believe that God could love me.  I thought that I was so messed up that I shouldn’t even exist at all.  I hated the person that I was, but I didn’t have the strength to change.  

On the second night of the three day convention, a speaker came out and talked about God and His love.  He said that there were people in the room who didn’t feel worthy of God’s love, people who felt like giving up.  He promised that God was waiting with His arms open.  I felt like he was speaking right to me, and it broke me.  I instantly gave my life to God, knowing I would end up at Life Pacific College, but nothing else.  

The thing is, I haven’t thought about that instance in detail in so long.  It’s almost as if I’ve forgotten where I came from.  Steve had seven points on God’s love, some of which being that His love is unconditional, sacrificial, and beneficial.  Steve’s message was for me.  But his message was for everyone else as well, because God’s love is for everyone.  

For the love of God, God loves you; don’t forget where you came from.