Wednesday, March 7, 2012

My Girl

        She's my writing buddy, my evil twin, my fellow smurf-lover, my partner-in-crime, my fellow drawing maniac, my antagonizer, my older sister, my fellow prayer-warrior and Christ-Follower.
        She's my best friend.

She's been around for three years this March 26, and as of yet, we're still finding out new, hilarious things about each other, and it never gets tiring.
She's one of the most precious people in my life, and I love her very much.

She's 5'9 1/2"; I'm 5'5 1/2".
She's a blond; I'm a brunette.
She's witty; I'm a little slower.
She's a Dragon Catcher; I'm a Smurf Snatcher.
She mostly writes fantasy; I write fictional dramas.
She sings well; erm... I don't. ^_^
She can do impersonations; I can't.
She likes Elves; I like Men. (That sounds awkward... she's okay, I promise. >.<)
She LOVES books; I'm not that huge into them. (Honestly... it takes a good 10 minutes to pull her away from a bookshelf!)
She's nearly fearless, unless it's a spider; I'm disturbed by the Disney Alice in Wonderland.
She hates a lot of vegetables; I love them.
It's absolutely *impossible* to embarrass that girl; me, on the other hand? Just say something that I said or thought is sweet or cute, and I blush.
*grin* She knew what 'boom shakalaka' meant... I didn't. =D 

There's way too many difference between us to count, but we're *still* best friends. Our being sold out to Christ is the tie that binds, and everything else; writing, drawing, laughing, hot chocolate, insaneness, dreams, jokes, music, people... all of that follows.

Mirriam - you're the best. I love you, girl! (Even if you DO torture me with evil things... -.-) ^_^
All thanks to Him that we're in each other's lives...
WOW, it's so AMAZING!

- hannah


I figured I'd post some pictures from life recently - I haven't been doing that too much, so - here they are. ^_^


photo from Google Images - credit goes to photographer

        Spring is coming. The sun is a little warmer, the air a little more embracing.
There's still a cold edge to the breeze, but the sunlight kisses it, and it's pleasant.
         I'm looking forward to Spring, after the cold and dry. I'm looking forward to being able to take walks without layers of clothing and pulling coats tighter to keep the icy wind away. I'm looking forward to the green grass, and lying outside at night, staring up at the stars.
         I love to watch the stars. They're alive. I love the way the grass feels and the sound of the crickets, singing away in the dark.
        I love it all.

And I can't wait to share it with that special someone, whoever he is, and wherever he is. I don't know his name, and I don't know his face...
but I can't wait.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Did I Ever Tell You...

Teaser concept for Cafe

Monday, March 5, 2012

Sealed in Ink

        Think about it.
Everything you write is sealed forever in ink. There's no going back, once it bleeds into the paper.
         Journaling is one of the most important things to me - if I lost my journals, all 400 pages in all 3 books, it would be one of the worst devastating blows to me. This is my life. It's recorded in those books. It's written in ink for my girls to read. Some of my thoughts to go my parents, some to my friends, some to me - but nearly all of them go into the journal. I've got stuff in there from a long time ago I wish I hadn't written, and other stuff, I can't wait until my girl reads it - if she's anything like me, she'll think it's hilarious. But for now... for now I want to keep it to myself. I'll occasionally read some to my best friend, occasionally tell mom while we're hanging out in the house what I've been writing - but most of it stays in between pages. Those of you who know me will find this hard to believe, but it's true: I'm a lot like my dad when it comes to life; I'm very quiet and private. (He doesn't want me reading his journal, either! *he's adorable...*) I'm reserved when it comes to letting people know what's going on in my head. I'm quiet and observing - I just want to watch and see what goes on, making mental notes to write out later.
      I'd encourage you to keep a journal - there's only one of you. Write it down.

Unleashing the Angels

photo from GOOGLE IMAGES - credit to photographer

       My best friend couldn't have said it better. She wrote the below post and gave me permission to publish it here - because I don't know any other way to say it. Please take the time to read it; it really encouraged me. 
Thank you, Mirriam, for writing this - you're one of the best and most precious people in my life. It really made me to think about it - we *are* prayer warriors. 

       "Prayer. What do you think when you read that word? Do you see a giant cathedral? Do you see a little girl kneeling  by a bedside, or perhaps a father petitioning for the life of his son?
I see angels.
I see them standing by, poised in all their God-given glory, swords in hand, waiting. They do not move, they do nothing but stand and shine and watch as people hurt themselves and bad things happen. And then, from the other side of the world, they hear it. Someone is sitting up at three in the morning, their hands clasped and heart bleeding.
God, please be with that person. Please give them your strength, draw them to you. Please save them, God, I love them so much. They don’t even know I exist, but to me it feels like I’ve known them forever. They don’t know what they’re doing, God, please save them from themselves. Please, God, do something.
The angels are now at attention, awaiting their orders. They’ve heard the prayer; they have only to receive the command from their Maker. And then it comes.
The angles are freed; their wings spread wide, their swords flash like lightning. What has just happened?
That small, earnest voice, on the other side of the world, has unleashed God’s power. They have begged and prayed until tears ran down their face and their heart was on the verge of breaking, and God has heard. So the angels fly, they fly to the people in need of prayer and help, and something begins to happen.
A change. And that person, the pray-er on the other side of the world, watches. They can see, they can tell. Some days it might feel hopeless, like they’re praying for something to no avail and it doesn’t matter and hey, they’re only one person, what can they do?
God knows how they feel. And he loves the people being prayed for just as much as the person praying. God does not sit idly by in Heaven and watch what happens with indifference. It can feel that way to us sometimes – but if we could see past the physical and into the spiritual, we would be overwhelmed by the battle going on.
Those angels that were unleashed? They’re battling now. They’re battling the demons surrounding the subject of the far person’s prayer, and they are slaying them. Demons are no match for God’s holy power.
Sometimes, prayer can feel useless. We do everything in our power to reach out to someone, but they don’t seem to hear us. If we shout, they seem deaf. If we write, they don’t read. But if we pray?
There’s nothing they can do to stop God from unleashing the angels."
“The greatest thing anyone can do for God or man is pray.” 
S.D. Gordon