He Made the Stars Also

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 I walked out into the starry night, sitting down in the middle of the wet grass, gazing up. 

How big it was...

Falling back into the grass, I continued to look up into the bright night. The summer breeze ran through the leafy trees, whispering in hushed tones. What were they saying to me?

Fireflies glowed all around me; they looked as if they were star dust, falling from the shining skies. 

Hands behind my head, mind in a trance, I gazed upward, quietly quoting Isaiah 55:8-11.

"For as high as the heavens are above the earth..." I repeated after the last line.

"Lord, Your ways are so much higher... and the God who made this," I scanned the massive skies and the glowing lights.

"The God that made this can surely do mighty things for me - for the people I pray for."

I went quiet, and then in a whisper, as if fearing it would break the moment, said,

"He made the stars, also." 

The crickets sang and filled the warm night air - I didn't want this to end. Music played through my mind. It was a moment that could only be explained in words that do not go... until whenever.

The night was so big... my God is so big. 

Starry skies, glowing fireflies - I keep cryin', I keep wonderin' - so far away, but oh, so close to my heart. An ocean lies before me, and I wonder, 'How do I get there?' . Nights are long, but I look up to the sky, and I see it all in my Heaven. I whisper, 'You're the one in my life', and I say a prayer. So far away, until whenever, and bright heavens that always glow.

I look up, and I remember,

"He made the stars also." 

You know my heart, will You wait? 

I look up, and my heart feels like it will cry, but the tears won't come. 

I look up, and I remember,

"For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so are My ways than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts."

So I remember, and so I look up, and I stand alone in darkness, surrounded by stars, and I smile, though my heart is sad, and I trust in my Lord - who made the stars, also.... 

*Sniff* *Sniff*

It's true...
I'm sick. :P I just woke up a little while ago from a three and a half hour "nap"!
I got up at seven this morning when mom woke me up, and felt horrid, so after breakfast, I told mom, "I'm gonna lay down for a little while."
Three and a half hours later, I woke up, saw that it was 12:00, didn't believe it, and came out to find mom cooking lunch.
Yipes! (When I feel bad, you. will. know. it. I never sleep that long unless I'm sick!"
But, nonetheless, here I am... and I can't wait to eat some of that chicken soup mom's fixing. I need it. :P
Blah! =.= Naturally, I HAVE to get sick before the Fourth when everybody's coming over... I'll have to find some hapless person to give it to. *evil laugh*

Anyway... I'm off to doctor my throat.
*attempts a "fighting!" but coughs instead*

Quite... goodbye!
- Hannah

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For Love of an Iris

When I see an iris, it is a quiet reminder.
A quiet remind to so many things.
To how a prayer journey began one May afternoon - to how things change, quietly, elusively, when we're not watching.
To the way a heart was moved to pray...
How it's still moved, and how it still cries quietly while looking at the vast skies.
To me, the iris is a sad flower, but a flower that shows hope in its deep veins - that, though it dies for a season, it always comes back. It means "paint brush flower" - it paints stories that we don't listen to... elusively, while we're not looking.

It is a love - a love for an iris.

As High as the Heavens

Last 30 Days of Sweet 16

It's true... My last thirty days of Sweet and Sour Sixteen has arrived.
I'm kinda sad. I'm sure I'll do a long post on my Birthday looking back over SSS... so I won't talk your ears off just yet. ^.^
But... you know... no more sixteen! It's a little sad... sixteen will never happen again. At church, we had some friends visit, and a fellow "sixteener" shared a high five with me that we were the same age, and then another friend, who's already seventeen, says, "Entering the seventeens, are we?" Yes. We are. Strangely enough.
Entering seventeen.
I'd better enjoy my last few days of Sweet and Sour Sixteen. Sometimes wonderful sixteen, other times, horrible sixteen.
A big growing year for me sixteen has been. Huge. I look back and think, "Yipes! What happened to me???" I'm so different in SO many ways! Eeek! I just wonder what seventeen will be... how will my seventeen be written? Then it will be my eighteen, my nineteen... and up it goes. For some strange reason, I've got a feeling that my 19 will be a big one... and I don't know why. It's like... something huge will happen on my 19. We'll see!

I'll enjoy my last 30 days!
FIGHTING!

- Hannah

Window of Time

"When there's a shadow, you reach for the sun; when there is love, then you look for the one. And for the promises, there is the sky, and for the heavens are those who can fly. If you really want to, only if you want to, will you find a way. If you really want to, you can seize the day - only if you want to will you fly away."

                                       - Enya: Only If

What is time? It keeps moving. My heart keeps burning, but the clock goes on as ever, 'tik-tik-tok'. 

Life is the best of books. I was reading through mine last night in the dark of my room, on my bed, tucked under warm blankets. I read it slowly with my mind, wondering what kind of stories will be told tomorrow. 

I took the above picture at the Family Bible Conference last week, and thought it was very appropriate for this post. Time is a window... and window is time. You can look back through it, and past the glass, you see time. You see how you've walked along the Time Road, and you see the paths you've taken. Sometimes the window is cloudy and frozen with ice on a Winter day, other times it's fogged with the heat soaring outside, but the coolness within - sometimes, the other way around. 

Time is a window. One that we can look through.

You see the people you've met, the people you know about, and how they've touched your life. Sometimes you get angry at what you see them doing inside, and wish you could beat some sense into their heads. Other times, you laugh along with them and just can't help it. 

Sometimes you wonder who Prince Charming is, and sometimes you wonder if your friends will be with you always. Then there's the question of "Where will I be a year from now? Who will be in my life, and who will have left?" 

Somewhere in Time is very correct. Somewhere. 

But where?

Where God placed you.

Should I be believing that I am only dreaming? 

Anywhere is.

God directs my steps - every one I take - there He is. My God is all knowing, and my God is all powerful, and He knows the plans He has for me! Every moment in my life has been drawn out by Him, and nothing takes Him by surprise! The choices I make, the things I do, are all in His plan. His all mighty plan. In His Book of Days. He writes my life day by day, page by page, moment by moment. 

I am His, and He is mine.

If I ascend to the Heavens, You are there. If I descend into the depths of the sea, behold, You are also there. 

My God and my King - to You I give praise, that I can stand in Your light and take all peace that You lead me. That real gold fears no fire, and that You have planned my very being from before the foundations of the earth. All praise be to You, Father, who knows every moment of my life, and every moment in my book - that You are the Author and Finisher of life - 

Thank you for being a God who is in control! That you are a God of order, and not of chaos! Not a God of random chance, and not a God that sits and worries over what will happen next! Thank You for being GOD! 

"Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And even so, not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered - so do not fear therefore, you are more valuable than many sparrows."

And to my friends - to those close, to those so far away... this is for you.

Don't give up - it's just the weight of the world, when your heart's heavy, I will lift it for you. Don't give up, because you aren't to be heard - if silence keeps you, I will break it for you. Everybody wants to be understood; I can hear you. Everybody wants to be loved - don't give up because you are loved!  Don't give up, it's just the hurt that you hide, when you're lost inside, I'll be there to find you. Don't give up because you want to burn bright. If darkness lines you, I will shine to guide you. Don't give up - because you are loved!

                                                                                    - Josh Groban: You Are Loved

Fighting!

- Hannah