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1. Tell me a little about yourself.

I just turned 39, so this is my last year in my 30’s! My husband and I have been married for 18 years, and we have 3 sons. We’re in the teenage years with our kids now, and I’m learning how fun and challenging these years are–both for the kids and the parents! Throughout my life, I cling to my faith in Jesus. I truly believe He is the author and finisher of my faith.

2. When did you start blogging and why?

In 2008 we had a family crisis. My sister-in-law started a blog to communicate with friends and family during that time. It was my first experience with blogging, and I liked what she was doing. I realized if I started a blog, I could keep in touch with my extended family across the country. My kids were much younger, and they said the funniest things all day long. Those were my favorite things to write about. If I didn’t put it in my blog, I never would have remembered all the things they did and said. Writing in that blog is also therapeutic for me. Some people feel better after they “talk it out.” I feel better after I write it out! 

3. What are some of your favorite sites on the ‘net?

Does Netflix count? 🙂 I keep up with family and friends through Facebook and blogs. I like Jen Hatmaker’s blog, especially when it’s hilarious. During football season our entire family participates in a family fantasy football league through yahoo. Amazon is a major favorite of mine!

4. What does a typical day look like for you?

I set aside my nursing career to raise our kids. Now that they’re in school, I really enjoy having time during the day to get everything done. My husband’s job has strange hours, and it’s a blessing for me to be at home. It feels like I’m always doing laundry and buying groceries. Teenage boys eat a lot of food! You’ll see me at the library at least once a week, and when the kids get home I drive them all over town. 

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5. What advice do you have for someone who wants to blog or share her/his story?

Start writing for yourself. My writing is simply the story of my life. If you write what you know, you have a voice. Your unique voice will reach people where they are. If you’re like me, you’ll feel better after you’ve written it out! 

6. What story are you most proud of?

I didn’t set out to be a mom of all boys. But since that’s what I am, I’ve embraced it and written all about it. Now my boys are growing into young men, but they are still my pride and joy. That is the story I’m most proud of.

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7. How can people follow you?

Read what I write on Her View From Home! 

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Sarah Luke

Born and raised in Chicagoland, Sarah now calls Nebraska home. She’s been married for 19 years to Derek, her college sweetheart. They have three sons—one in high school, one in middle school, and one in elementary school. She worked as a registered nurse before staying at home full time with the boys. Maybe someday she will go back to nursing, but for now she loves keeping up with her family and enjoying the moments set before her. Swimming and reading are her favorite hobbies, along with boating and camping. She’s quick to point out that she camps in a camper, and leaves the tent camping to Derek and their boys!

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