Today I am *so* thrilled to introduce you to my very own sister, Sarah Baar!




First of all, it must be said that she’s the real writer in the family.  As in, she’s written, like, six novels in thirty days each.

Yeah, she’s one of those.

But I still love her.

A lot.

Like, more than chocolate and ice cream.

(That’s a lot.)


I could go on and on about how wonderful she is, but today I think I’ll just let her writing speak for itself.

So without further ado, a guest post by my beloved seesta, Sarah Baar:




On the thirteenth anniversary of the September 11 attack, my friend Rob gave me a poem called Searchers, by D. Nurkse. Rob shared the inspiration behind the poem and at the same time stirred a profound spiritual moment for me.

The poem relates the stories of the search and rescue dogs who worked at the World Trade Center in the days following their collapse.

The dogs had one job: to identify remains. Bring peace to families. Find answers.

Except, their pursuit proved near-impossible.


Photo Credit: Beverly & Pack, Flickr Creative Commons

Day after day the dogs would utilize their expert training to look for a person. Sniff a personal item belonging to the victim and take off. But day after day, the dogs came up empty.

In the millions of pounds of rubble and debris, they couldn’t find what they were looking for. They became depressed and disinterested in the search.

Photo Credit: Loco Steve, Flickr Creative Commons


The solution: volunteers hid in the rubble, crouching down out of sight, and let the dogs find them. The dogs would sniff a personal item belonging to the volunteer, take off, and find what they were looking for.

A joyful discovery.

“Here you are! I found you! It was *you* I was looking for!”

And they would carry on.

Immediately, a swell of pride for those search and rescue dogs made me catch my breath.

My husband and I recently adopted a dog, and we would do anything for him (yes, we’re *those* puppy parents who call each other mom and dad for our dog).

We would hide for him just to cheer him up because he is near and dear to our hearts. Yet Rob reminded me what humility those volunteers must have experienced, climbing into tragedy to keep hope alive—for a group of dogs.

As I read the poem, and the meaning sunk in, I realized how deeply I felt the poem. For me, it became not just verse about humanity and pride and dignity, but a message of our desire for our heavenly home, and of a God who crouches down to reveal himself to us.

We search daily for something we cannot fully fathom. We can only imagine the kingdom God has prepared for us. But in the weight and wreckage of everyday life, we often become discouraged.

We lose hope.

Until God brings mercy, kneels behind a hunk of concrete, gives us a freebie.

“Here I am! You’ve found me! It was *me* you were looking for!”

It might be a flower growing through a crack in the concrete. An encouraging message from a friend on a bad day. A relaxing walk on the beach in the middle of a busy week. Moments in your life where you open your eyes and your heart and see just a small piece of the miracle of God.

A reason to carry on.

While we will never find what we’re looking for here on earth, God makes himself known.

Gives us a peek into his limitless love. A freebie.

A reason to hope.


biophoto Sarah Baar lives and writes in Holland, Michigan.


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9 thoughts on “when it’s hard to find hope in the rubble

  1. This is a beautiful message for today… and every day. This part was so powerful, “Until God brings mercy, kneels behind a hunk of concrete, gives us a freebie.“Here I am! You’ve found me! It was *me* you were looking for!” And the story about the dogs was such a great connection. It’s so fun to meet Kate’s sister here. Giftedness surely runs in the family. Loved this!

  2. It is on this day that I think of the two of you, sisters, and your mother, my sister, and realize how wonderful sisters are. What a joy it is to see you two, so close. Hang on to each other as only sisters can. I miss your mom.

    Now, I need to go find my little “seesta” and give her a big ole hug! I’ll bet she could use one.

  3. This is truly a message I needed to read today. The pictures of those wonderful dogs and the story of their needs really is inspiring. Thanks, Sarah and Kate for sharing with us.
    Caring through Christ, ~ linda

  4. this is so it. so true. so simple. one of those messages that you read and completely understand. In addition, I also found something else. I found that this is also about humanity, the wanting and need to help another living thing. Thanks for writing this.

  5. Thank you for reminding me of those freebies that God gives us. Those little reminders of God’s all-encompassing love for us. This reminds me of the promise that when we earnestly seek Him, He will make himself known to us. I loved the encouragement of your words. Thank you for sharing!

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