Randomness!

 I love this "Writing Rules" photo above - it makes sense, but it also makes you laugh. ^.^ (Except to #8 - there's always a moral to the story; whether the writer/reader realizes it or not!)
Here's a couple of other quotes I like:

 Yes, good writing is supposed to cause you to feel the cold rain falling on you! To sense the humidity in the air during Summer, the cold, crisp breeze of Fall. Writing is an amazing thing.

And now for something random: my brother and I were watching a bunch of Star Trek bloopers, so these two are for the Spock fans... like myself. ^.^ Poor Spock! *runs to hug him* I've always loved the chap. ^.^

Remember to love Christ with all of your heart, and to lean on HIS understanding. 


Fighting!
- Han 

Stormy Skies

photo from Google Images - credit goes to photographer

I woke up this morning to the sound of violent rain pounding the house. It's been storming all day; it's great. I had my window open last night so I could hear it, and it came, and came, and came, and came. Several times it woke me up!

Life's good lately. I can't believe it's almost the end of the year! I was reading my "I Say Goodbye (2010)" post, and was thinking, "Wow - this year has flown by!"
But it's not over yet - and there's still some exciting stuff ahead planned. MEEP! Hopefully, I'll be seeing my best friend in October - we are going to have the BEEEESSSTT time ever!!! *happy dance* It'll be great... absolutely top of the world.

Enjoy the rest of your year, whatever you do. 2011 is the only one of it's kind - and we're in it! Time disappears like the sand falling through the boy's hand in that picture - it's there one moment, and the next, it's gone. Feel the warmth while you can - love life while you can.

Fighting!
- hannah

Psalm 19:14: let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. 

Rainy Days

Photo from Google - Credit goes to Photographer

It's 6:31 in the morning; the house is still quiet, and it's raining outside. Everything around me is still dark, except the glow of the computer screen.
      I woke up at 5:10 to the sound of happy music, and forced myself to get up, though my covers were trying to keep me down. I apologized to them for the premature breakup, and then got out of bed, heading directly for the coffee pot. Since no one else was up, I went ahead and turned it on, going out onto the back deck. Rain! It fell from black skies into the night. The beautiful sound of rain. I love the rain.

     Today we're having some friends over, so we have to get everything done before they come; but I'm looking forward to it. We'll have a wonderful time.

I also want to say Happy Birthday to a special someone: my mom. Yesterday was her birthday, and I totally forgot to schedule a post to come out!
     Anyway - Happy Birthday to a lovely lady. Mom, you've done a lot - I'm sorry I'm such a pain so often. You're amazing, and I admire how you put up with stuff. I love you bunches! Always be happy - life's too short to frown. Happy Birthdaaaaayy! (((hugs!)))

     Give your moms a cheer and hug today - they deserve it!

Fighting!
- Hannah

Ladies and Gents!

Officially announcing the beginning of a story - a story that will spill from my mind.
I've always wanted to write a book - a good book. A book that I can use to point people to the awesomeness of our Father, and how He controls every single thing in our lives.
     That's what I'm hoping Cafe will do. (Book title will probably change...)
In the end, through this complicated plot, I want people to see that... to see how He controls the little things.

    Cafes, Korea, Autumn, and a host of characters are right down my isle - so this is what I'm writing about. And I'm writing to show what I believe.

Five different people, four in particular, have had lives that are shadowed and messed up, and in due time, they all in one way or another meet Erica, a girl with her own sad past, who is trying to trust her Savior, but is finding it hard to trust Him. When unexplained events suddenly thrust them into a gripping situation, they have to put all reliance on Him - even though some don't want to admit it; but their view is quickly changed when a member is wounded badly... when one is dying.

Please pray that this book can flower to be a beautiful, creative tale that will show His Providence, the drama of six lives, and the way it all comes together in the end.

Hopefully one day, you can read a published work!
I'm currently on Chapter Five, Page 42, Word Count: 21,676

Fighting!
- Hannah

Excerpt:

         As Erica walked home that night, breath visible in the glow of streetlights and dry leaves crunching under foot, she wondered about the boy that had so mysteriously changed his attitude. He'd drifted in and out before, but had never said so much as a 'thank you' to her. Now he was offering to carry back her groceries? Erica stopped briefly on the sidewalk, gazing up at starry skies; the moon was ghostly pale, shining through the baring trees. She wished her father were here to see this. Three and a half years ago was when it happened. They'd both been so happy together, but all that changed.

      Erica was tossed out of her thoughts when from the corner of her eye she saw a rapid movement. She jumped, spinning around and staring at the empty sidewalk, the dry leaves drifting across the cement. The yellow glow of a streetlight sillhouetted grabbing branches on the dead trees. What had she seen? Maybe it was just the things she was thinking about. She tried to shrug it off, but the beat of her heart began to fill her ears, louder and louder. A car drove by the deserted road, causing her to step back. Looking around, she saw nothing. Clutching the coat around her, she began to walk again quickly, wishing for the warmth and security of her apartment. The hair on the back of her neck began to prickle as she went, pace growing faster. Why was she scared? There was no one after her... she constantly kept looking behind. Nothing. Just an empty street, only a random car driving by. A random car... her heart leaped when she realized that car had just come by. It's nothing, leave it alone. She tried comforting herself with the thought. But what if it was something? Before she knew it, she was running to the safety of her home. The cold air burned her lungs, but she had to get there. Why am I running!? Her mind screamed. She wouldn't stop. She couldn't. She wanted to be home.

Last Day of August!!!

Enjoy your last days of Summer, friends! God is so good - remember Him!

Fighting!

Close of Summer

Can you believe it? Summer is almost over... already! It's seems like it's flown so far, so good, so... fast.

My Summer has been great. Completely top of the world. In almost every way. So many new things, people... everything.

Beautiful music, beautiful days, beautiful people.
God is so good to me. He's always there. Things in my Summer...

Take a deep breath, let me explain:

Late evenings, rising moons, solar heat, summer rains, brewing storms, letters of spilled heart, music that makes me cry, dreams... the best dreams, tears, love, heart, warm breeze, birthdays, anniversaries, days on the calendar, thoughts, rivers, packages in the mail, soft grass, dark rooms, warm covers, words in my mind filling paper, beautiful days...
              Baby, please don't fade away - I want you to stay.

Goodbye to a beautiful Once in a Summer... I miss you, top of the world.

Fighting!
- hannah

I want to see you, I'm waiting for you by that beautiful sea - 

Happiness, sadness, tears - skies, stars, all in my heaven.

"For I know the plans I have for you..."

                      Jeremiah 29:11

Skoolooks

My friend Caroline and I decided to match our outfits Sunday for a "school girl" look - here's what we came up with! And as to the "Skoolooks" - turn the 's' and 'k' around at the end, and it says the same thing backwards. ^.^

Enjoy the photos! (And thanks to my bro for taking them!)

LG

Life's Good lately. ^.^
My mom is great. Just thought I'd mention. She really is. She can be veeeeery annoying sometimes; but hey, we all can! Love you, mom!

Ah. Yeah. I love this above picture, by the way - I took it outside our church Friday night; isn't it neat??? This alley shall appear in my story, without fail!
Oh - and my mom bought me this double ring yesterday at Rue21:

AH! I love it! It's my first double ring - which I'm very fond of - so, I was thrilled!

I'm sorry I don't have time for a long post right now; I'll try to later!

Fighting!
- Hannah

Today

Photo from Google Images

Today, somewhere, it's someone's birthday.
Have you ever thought about it? Everyday is someone's birthday. Someone was born today. Maybe we know them, maybe we live with them, maybe we only know about them, or maybe we've never seen or heard of them at all - but it's their birthday. On the 18 of August, it's someone's birthday. Today's someone's anniversary. Somewhere.

Everyday someone is born, someone turns a year older. To them, I say
Happy Birthday.  I hope that you'll see His light.

Summer Days

Photo from Google Images

 

The Summer days are quickly fading; daylight is faster leaving, deep green takes over, signaling the beginning of death in the trees.
      The gray clouds are covering the sky right now, making everything look even deeper than it normally does. The wind has been blowing by, flowing through the woods. Things have cooled down.
      This morning I parted the white curtains on my window, pulling the glass down and letting the breeze whisper in. I stood there, feeling a little sad. Summer was dying, and Autumn would soon begin. Not that I don't like Autumn - it's my favorite time of all; but the death of this Once in a Summer was cold. It will never come again. Good things happened - but they're gone now. The change of seasons is emotional, whether we realize it or not. Not only does everything around us change, but we change.
      I was walking up to the barn yesterday, and stopped in the middle of the driveway, breathing deeply that smell of Summer. It blew past me in the cool breeze, and I stopped. Summer. If anything would be Summer, this was it. It's all amazing, and it's all changing, always in motion.
     Voices in my head that I can't get rid of, and it's changing. The voices of people, the voices of Summer, of seasons. It's all changing. Somehow.
      Why is it so beautiful? So wonderful? So... sad, in lots of ways. So far away, but still so close. I sit at the open window and wonder, watch the road, feel the cool air. The pen slips from between loose fingers, falling onto open book, filled with feelings. Taking a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. Here I am.
    

We can take it slow, let's take it slow




Isaiah 41:10