Take Flight

I took this picture the other day at a reenactment we went to - I LOVE it!
Go to www.hannah-leighphotography.blogspot.com to see more.

P.S. ... can I get some comments? Please? I haven't been getting but one or two. I'd really appreciate some comments. Just saying. :) 

The Time of Coats, Hot Chocolate, and Flying Leaves

Photo from Google Images - Seoul Tower, South Korea

 

Yes, it's that time of year... again. 
      Autumn has come so quickly this year! In the next few weeks, the leaves will be almost gone; and it's only October 1st.

Fall is my absolute favorite time of year. The time to pull out those stylish, wonderful coats, sip at hot chocolate like I did last night, sitting by the fire, listen to the wind blow outside. It's the time to watch those fiery leaves let go with a last sigh, drifting to the ground; to let the cold wind kiss your face and fill your heart. It's the time to snuggle down in your favorite hoodie and crack open that journal, write away.
     These are the days I want to walk down a sidewalk with Eric (my Prince Charming - don't ask. I just call him that! ^.^) and go to a quiet cafe; savor wrapping my arm around him and share a soft moment. Yes - I'm being romantic - I'm in the mood. ^.^

These Autumn days.

I love them.

It's the best time to enjoy the warmth of your house, the place God has given you to rest. I was laying in my bed last night, looking down on my room (because of my elevated position on the loft bed...) and was thinking, "My room is so great. I love having this little heaven of my own."

I'm convinced that God's favorite colors are green, blue and brown - but He likes a change; thus the seasons. Fiery reds, yellows and oranges, white blankets when the snows come. Yes, we can see what His favorite colors are.

And friends.

Tomorrow, friends come over after Life Chain Sunday. I get to share warmth with them and a cold Autumn day.

Yes, friends. Near the end of this month, I'll share an amazing time with my Best Friend in Georgia. Indeed.

Autumn: warmth, hoodies, socks, cracking fires, hot chocolate, bright leaves, biting winds, journals, and spilled ink.

Life is good.

Fighting!
- Hannah

P.S. Since tomorrow is Life Chain Sunday, I'm posting this video... they can't defend themselves - we'll do it for them.

National Coffee Day!!!

photo from Google Images

 

Yes, you read that right.
It's National Coffee Day! For all you coffee lovers - you'd better get out there and take a hand in this great deal.
The stores:

 

7-Eleven convenience stores: The deal lasts until 11 a.m., but many locations have free coffee, while supplies last. The deal at 7-Eleven gives customers a free medium coffee, cappuccino or latte between 7 a.m. and 11 a.m.

Krispy Kreme retail stores: Head to Krispy Kreme and get a free 12-ounce cup of House Blend Coffee. And get this -- no purchase necessary. The offer is good all day, while supplies last. 

Caribou Coffee stores:  The national coffee house chain offers a "buy one, get one free" deal all day. The offer is valid at participating stores, one per person.

Don't miss your chance! Sadly... though I'd love to... I won't be getting a free coffee 'cause there's none of those stores around here! *pout* I s'pose I'll just have to make my own... *sniff*
Oh well.

Alright, Loyal Coffee Drinkers! Get out there and get yourself a brewed cup of heaven! If it's as Fall-ish as it is up here right now, take a moment to watch it steam - that's gotta be one of the best parts. ^.^
And - FALL IS HERE! Tomorrow's the last day of September - ALREADY! *dead faint* The leaves are flying from the trees here; it's absolutely gorgeous. God creates such beautiful artwork for us to see - enjoy it! 

(And as a random PS - go look at the "favorite youtube videos" page - I added one that is hilarious...)

And to participate at least a smidgen in this - since I can't get a coffee - I'll post an excerpt from Cafe, my story that smells like coffee beans when you open the pages...

photo from Google Images

 

The alarm clock buzzed. Jung Su rolled over in the tangle of sheets, moaning as his hand blindly sought for the loud noise. Finally finding it, he silenced it with one brutal pounding. Still half awake, the noise of rain against the window drifted into his senses, and forcing himself to raise his head, he glanced at the glowing numbers – 7:30.

Thwump.

His head hit the pillow again. Suddenly, after a moment, he shot up.

"7:30!?" he shouted in Korean, grabbing the clock from the floor to double check.

"Oh, no, no, no NO!"

He scrambled up off the mattress on the floor and tripped when the sheets wrapped around his legs. Kicking them off, he picked his jeans up from the corner and tugged them on, cursing at himself for sleeping in.

"Aish!" he mumbled, running to the bathroom and splashing water on his face. "Don't sleep in, Jung Su – that's what I told you, idiot!"

Grabbing a towel and burying his face in it, he finger combed his hair quickly, turning around to grab a shirt. Once he'd tugged it on, he turned back around and saw his reflection in the mirror. With a gasp, he grabbed the sink rim, staring at himself.

"Your hair," he hissed, mouth agape. "What the... aaaaish! What amma gonna do with you?!"

Looking around for a solution, he found his comb and tried brushing it down, but it stuck right back up. Growling, he ran to the corner of the room and dug through his bag of clothes, tossing them all over the floor. Finally, he found what he was after; a black and white stripped toboggan. Tugging it over his head, he pulled his jacket and shoes on, shoved a few bracelets on his wrist, and ran out the door. Seconds after it had slammed shut, it flew back open again, and he stumbled in. Grabbing up the wallet on the empty counter, he disappeared once more, the door slamming closed with a bang.

The misty drizzle had now transformed into a light rain, and the fog had abated into a less intense thickness. The ticking clock on the wall read 8:00, Erica noted as she glanced up at it, picking up a rag and walking to a nearby table. She wiped it off, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear as it fell into her face. Glancing out the window, she watched the people walk by, and couldn't help but put a hand over her mouth to stiffle a laugh when she saw Jung Su. He was standing on the other side of the street, impatiently wishing the light to turn green. Without waiting, he suddenly took off at a reckless jog across the road, narrowly missing a car and doing a fantastic hop skip to keep from getting hit. Erica practically burst into laughter, trying in vain to keep a straight face before he came charging in. She had to turn her head away for laughing so hard as he slowed his pace near the window, glanced in, and regained his composure, tugging his jacket straight and adjusting the toboggan. Taking a breath, he opened the door, and walked in casually.

"Oh, hello," he said with an air of faked surprise when he saw Erica. She managed to keep from laughing as she turned around to face him, playing along.

"Ah! Goodmorning, Jung Su," she smiled. He ducked his head in a brief bow as he came on in, taking off his jacket. Without a word, he slipped to the back and hung it up, replacing it with the apron. As he came back around the corner, tying the strings behind his back, he glanced over at her, obviously blushing.

"I'm... uh... sorry I was late," he said shyly, biting at his lower lip. Erica set some cups out, looking up at him. To his surprise, she laughed, shaking her head.

"It's fine, silly; don't worry about it."

Jung Su gave her a strange look, rubbing the toboggan on his head.

"Uhm... okay. Sure. It's just – I set the alarm wrong; it won't happen again."

Erica smiled, tossing him a rag, narrowly missing his head.

"Forget it! Clean off those tables, would you?"

Slowly, a smile spread across Jung Su's face. He then grinned, waving the rag.

"Yes ma'am!" he saluted, marching over to the tables. She smiled to herself as she turned her back, pouring off the last bit of coffee and starting a new pot.

Saturdays

Aish.
Today was very busy.
I woke up at 6:45, and right after breakfast, we had to unload three. truckloads. of. wood. I'm sooo sore!
On top of that, I dropped a piece of wood and it hit right above my little toe, and THROUGH the boots, gave me a huge bruise and swollen foot. Ouch. It hurts. :S
And I'm tired. And... *groan*

You get the idea!

I've updated my Sketches page and a new poem on HeartPoems. Please leave a comment. I'm not getting any comments. :P
I'd write more, but I'm exhausted. 
 Worn out physically and in my heeeaaaad.

- hannah

Updates

photo from google images

 

Hello! FYI, I've updated my HeartPoems page, and I've also enabled comments on my pages; so if you'd like, please leave comments on my different pages.
When I upload a poem, I'll be sure to tell you. :)

Remember to leave a comment!

- hannah

P.S. It's RAINING!

The Reason

photo/quote from Google

" "The minute you feel like giving up, think of the reason for why you held on so long "

Autumn Night

 photo by Maximilian R

Autumn Night

The hands on the clock hit 1:00 AM, and you still sit alone.

Even though your eyes are tired, you refuse to close them, your mind stubbornly resists sleep. You pull the hood over your head, letting it fall back onto the headrest as you gaze upward, tired eyes half open. Idly, your fingers tap the arm of the chair, your mind wanders.

Close your eyes, listen to the wind outside; it whispers something, some sort of promise you want to know. With a sudden urge, you stand, break free, forget the darkness behind you. You take your coat, and as you step out into the night, the light you're looking for isn't there. As you walk down lonely streets, neon lights reflecting in pools of collected water, you feel the cold creeping down your spine, biting your exposed face. Where's the light? Night seems to be the safest time to wander... no one will see you, no one will recognize you. The safest, but the darkest; the coldest. A sharp wind blows the fringe of your auborn hair back as you stand alone on an abandoned street, dry leaves let go of their branches, falling to the ground with a last sigh. You feel a rain drop touch your cheek, and you look up to the expressionless sky, holding out your hand. One after another, they begin to fall, but you don't care. You feel numb. Slowly you walk, aimlessly, with no direction. Where were your friends? They are still blinking in that bright light. It hits you - what light? It's bright, very bright, but at the same time, it's dark.

This darkness is so cold, so lonely. You feel it touch your bones, your soul. Something inside of you gives, and that beaming smile that was once on your face can't cover the tears that build inside, the fear. You pass the sleeve of your coat over your weary eyes, brushing the warm tears away. Where is that light? Where's that light you want to find? Look around, my dear boy - it's written in your very bones. Turn around, realize why this has happened to you; the answer is in that Book back at your house. It's sitting there by your bed, under that magazine; go pick it up. You've read it so many times, but you don't understand it. You've prayed, but not with faith. Give it all over - let your pride die and bow.

The sound of crushing metal and the sickening thump under the car fill your ears; the sight of shattering glass, the damp, rainy night that it happened - realize why. The answer is there, in that Book.

You take in the freezing air; it burns your lungs. The light you want to find burns your heart.

A car passes by, the headlights glare into your eyes, blinding you for a split second. Something inside likes that darkness, the other screams in fear of the cold. You're standing alone, you need more than yourself; realize you can't do it. Give it all to Him.

The clock tiks on, and your heart keeps burning.

An Autumn night, 1:30 AM. 



Please check out the new tab, "Heart Poems", for updates when I publish them. ^.^ 

Game Night Fun

Last night we went to 'Family Game Night' at our church; we has a blast, to say the least, and took yet another photo of 'The Gang' - that's what we call ourselves. :)

Check out these pictures to see how we've changed!

June 2010

 Christmas 2010

 June 2011

June 2011

September 2011

We're all such good friends; I love each one of them SO much! 

To my dear, amazing friends of seven years - I love you guys! You're amazing, keep me laughing, and encourage me in sometimes annoying ways. ^.^ 

      We've been together for seven years - we've practically grown up together! (Okay, not literally - but in big ways!) 

Love your friends - never take them for granted. 

Hebrews 10:24-25

And let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more so as you see the day drawing near. 

Matthew 18:20

For where two are three are gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst. 

Fighting!

- Hannah

Poems from the Heart

 I've decided to start a series of poems, hopefully, that are meant to relate to many people's situations. This one is about writing a person who isn't saved; I know lots of people in this situation, who are trying to be a light, so that's one reason for this.

Now, when I say 'poetry' - I'll warn you - I'm not good at it! I've never really written it, so this is more of an "emotional thought chain". ^.^ Just deal with it. =D 

I hope you like it... even if it's not that great. :) If you have any subjects you'd like me to write about, leave a comment and give me the details - maybe I can do something for you!

Fighting!

photo from Google Images

"A Letter"

I sit at my desk, holding loosely a pen

I gaze out at the rain, wondering when

I'll be able to tell you just how I feel.

I search the Bible, looking for words -

something I can say, write down, that will make sense.

Why is it so hard? Why won't they come?

Some people think this is silly – but I'm not having fun.

Rain blurs outside sounds and lights;

I wonder what you're doing –

why are you so blinded by the world's plights?

And here I am, searching for something to say,

but it doesn't come easy – a letter to you.

You're so lost, you keep turning away;

What can I write that will make it through?

A letter is all I have to give – a letter and prayers.

It's all I can do, though I feel like I'm doing nothing.

A letter, one that I don't even know will make it to your hands;

Time passes by, still words slip past me like sand.

My stoic writer, why do you cry?

Even when you don't, I see it in those deep, vivid eyes.

You smile while they're looking – while they're not, you turn away;

There's a burden on your heart, even if you ignore what I say.

You mean the world to me, and even I don't understand;

what is all this? Why is this happening, this great, interwoven plan?

Sometimes you're so close I can touch you, but still so far away -

other times you're great distances, but I feel like I can hear what you say.

Stop standing tall – kneel down and bow

The Lord of all made you – cast down your pride.

The world may love you, but in the end it only brings pain -

I'm here to pray for you with tears,

that you'll lose this lifestyle so that you may gain.

If I didn't love you, I'd never risk being hated by you for what I say -

Listen to me: this is my heart – for you I pray.

Hand over your stubbornness, get rid of this hate -

He will wash you, rid all dirt from your life slate.

A letter is all I can do – a letter for you.

I pick up my pen, and before God I pray:

"Give me wisdom, use me for what You want to say-

You are the potter, I am the clay."

You're deep eyes search for something – some sort of truth;

it's before your face, but you resist, wanting proof.

For years you struggled to be at the top,

but now you're there, you're wondering if you should stop.

Your obstinate heart screams no, but deep inside,

you know what you should do, the path you should go.

Life is slipping past you, and you're on your way to destroying it -

stop, listen, hear what He says – the Law is in your very bones; you try to deny,

but every night alone, you keep crying, deep inside.

You stand tall on stage, put on a stoic face.

The lights glare down at you – you used to blink in their brightness;

but now you only stare, used to its blindness.

Sweat beads down your skin, and with a strong voice,

you try to let out what you feel – but you know there's something deeper,

something you don't quite understand...

so here I sit, pen in hand.

Maybe I can tell you, maybe I can express

the hurt that I feel when I watch you under so much worldly stress.

If only you knew His peace, if only you would surrender all;

if only you would cast away your pride, bow down and fall.

To you I write, to you this letter – to you my heart.

Forget that deafening roar for only a moment while I tell you,

Listen to what He has to say.

The tears I've cried for you, I can't count them all.

I look out my window as the seasons change; Summer is fading to Fall.

With all of my heart I will write, I will pray, I will cry -

With everything inside of me, through Him I will try.

Look up to the blue sky, you know He's there;

He's watching you; you can't escape, from Him there's nowhere.

The city lights are shining bright, the cold winds begin to blow.

This letter, this one letter, I whisper a prayer, and let it go.

It's in His hands now, and I hope it comes to yours;

This letter for you.

A letter is all I can give, a letter to you.

You're missing, but you're always a heartbeat from me.

I don't know where you are; I keep watching, I keep hoping -

If I could be close beside you, I'd tell you about Him,

If I could reach out and touch you, I'd show you His light.

You claim Him, but you don't live Him, and so many times I've cried;

My beautiful person – may you surrender all and stand by His side.

So I pick up my pen, gaze out the window, stare at the blank page,

and I begin to write fervently, praying that you'll be released from the world's cage.

This letter is all I have, this letter to you.

Gray clouds loom outside, a cold wind blows;

Does this sound familiar?

You stand on a hill of dancing reeds alone.

This letter, this letter for you – I write it with my heart, praying that it will come through.

This letter... this letter to you.

Hilarious!

Bloopers from one of my favorite shows....
Michael Landon had always been one of my favorites!