Sabrina Gauer

Faith, Life & The Journey

Oh Death – Where is Your Victory? (Pt. 2)

“Don’t be afraid of death, Winnie. Be afraid of the unlived life.” – Angus Tuck

I remember one summer, back in middle school, reading and rereading Tuck Everlasting.

The story was dark and beautiful, sad and romantic. The intricacies of a girl afraid to grow up, tangled up with a boy who magically never could.

Can I be honest about something? I’m not afraid of death.

But I am afraid of wasting this one life I’ve been given by God. 

Maybe it was Cancer that changed me. My dad’s passing changed me. Watching my mom walk through widowhood has changed me. Life is so short, so fragile, and gone in a blink. And I can’t accept mediocrity or mundane living. I refuse to hide from the harsh realities, and I accept how life makes me feel so deeply, whether good or bad. While we have plenty of opportunities to numb ourselves or pretend death doesn’t exist…

I just can’t. And I won’t.

Continue reading “Oh Death – Where is Your Victory? (Pt. 2)”

Practice What You Preach

“Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” – Matthew 6:33-34 (the Message)


Focus. Breathe. Repeat.

I know it’s currently trendy to have a “mantra”, but that’s about as close as I get to one right one. Lately, it’s as if I haven’t been able to turn off my brain with the amount of ideas I have swirling around in there.

And sleep? Forget about it. I can’t remember the last time I woke up truly rested. Continue reading “Practice What You Preach”

Two Years Later


“I will sing again someday. But for now, I will praise Him in the midst of this – with all my heart, even in the days ahead when I won’t physically have a voice. My life is in His hands, and even though the path ahead of me is dark, I am putting one foot in front of the other, with enough light to see what needs to be done today. One breath, one moment at a time.”

I wrote that a few days before surgery. I had no idea what was coming, or if I would even still be on this earth two years later!

On October 12, 2015, surgeons removed half of my tongue and reconstructed it with muscle from my forearm. I am healthy and physically healed today — but forever scarred. Continue reading “Two Years Later”

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