Stormy Skies

Last night we had a HUGE thunderstorm! It was rather.... intimidating.
Lightening was striking so close, a thunder clap immediately followed and flashed red. It hailed, and poured, and the wind roared.
Thrilling, yet still scary, at the same time. I went to bed at 11:30 and left my window down so I could hear it all.

I have something random to say...
My Big Boy has absolutely GORGEOUS hair! It's so soft, and it stays perfectly wavy and clean. It's always beautiful. I went up there to the barn yesterday evening to feed, and while he was standing there, I brushed his mane out so smooth that the comb just ran right through it. Ah...bliss. I'm so happy just standing there with my Boy and brushing his hair, listening to all of the sounds of the barn. I loved it. Bliss.
I did the same to his tail, and he was just picture perfect. His winter coat is almost gone, and all that remains is silk black. There's strands of fiery red in his mane, too! He is so, so beautiful. My Big Boy...I can't believe that he'll already be a year old on the 29th!
My Max... I think he's going to be the best horse yet. He's so calm, but still has a proud streak, and a boastful tone. He's the baby of the family. Sometimes I call him "maknae", which means just that. I love my Boy. ^.^

Now that I've said that...
I'm changing the theme of my blog to "Dancing in the Rain" - I'm waiting for the blog title from my best friend, who will create it for me, like she did the "Deja Vu All Over Again" one. No, it won't be dreary and gray... I'm just really attached to the "dancing in the rain" thought right now. :) So - blog construction under way! I'll try to get along with it.
I'll be gone for a few days this coming week, so if I don't publish your comments, that's why. =)
It'll just be for a day or so - and I'll tell you all about it when I get back!

God is so good. I love His art.

Fighting!
- Hannah

p.s. The image above I gimped from three images that a friend gave me permission for - photo credit on the bottom, as well as on my "GIMPED Creations" page.

Beautiful Night

God gave me a gift last night. It was packaged so beautifully.
The day had been totally gorgeous. The sun was bright, the weather was perfect. The wind had been blowing gustily all day.
Last night, I slept deeply. My window was down, I could hear the wind pushing through the leafy trees.
Something startled me out of my sleep. Whether it was a dream, the wind, or some whisper in my ear, I don't know. My eyes came open, I lay still. There was nothing there. The room was dark, and the only noise was the wind. I rolled over, and the first thing I looked down on from my loft bed was the curtains. They were billowing into the room, and the digital numbers on the clock glowed red, 3:00 AM.
Something made me get up. It's like the wind was talking. I climbed out of bed, standing in the middle of the dark room. What was different? I stood, looked, wondering. Finally, my gaze fell on the end table by my chair under the bed - the vase of roses I had - one stem was out, and all of the petals were scattered across the floor. There was something amazing about this moment, and I don't know what. I looked back at the curtains. Still white, billowing into the room - it was almost out of a movie.
I looked out my door, and noticed that something else was wrong. The door to the closet beside my bedroom entrance was wide open...it has been shut when I went to bed. I walked over to it in the dark, closing it shut quietly. The night light from the bathroom shown into the den. The curtains in there were billowing over the furniture. Papers were scattered across the floor. The breeze filled the room. There was something amazing.
I walked quietly through the house, the floor creaking. Everything seemed fine...but it didn't feel like it. There was this welling feeling in my heart. The kind you get when a moment is out of a movie, out of a song, out of a book. I walked back into the den, collapsing on the couch and looking out the window. The curtains billowed around me as I sat there, looking up at the skies. The stars were so bright. The wind flowed into the room. I gazed up at them, talking quietly to myself.
"Tonight...such a, beautiful night. Happiness, sadness, tears - skies, stars, all in, my heaven."
I watched for a moment more, the twinkling gems so high in the sky, prayed silently, and with a final, quiet sigh, turned away.

"...Goodnight."

A tear ran down my face.

Thoughtful

Yes, I'm thoughtful...again. ^.^
I moved my couch out from under my bed, and put a rocking chair under it - I love it! It's so pretttty! My little heaven. I love it.
I've been spending a lot of time in my room lately. I love my room. I draw, I sing, I dance, I imagine. ...I dream.
It's like my own little house. I love to keep it clean, tidy, and organized.

I was sitting in my chair earlier today, looking out the open window, hearing distant thunder, watching the curtains billow, and, well...thinking. (Imagine that....)
I'm happy for who I am. Sometimes I hate myself, and other times - I'm so happy for who God made me to be. My quirks, my insanities. My love of life. Here's one thing about me that a lot of people don't understand: when I love, I go all in. When I love someone, it's with all of me. That's why I'm usually a pretty hyper person. I'm always around people I love - even if I call them - and I'm that way because, well...I'm all in.
I love God. I'm all in.
I love my family. I'm all in.
I love life. I'm all in.
I love my friends. I'm all in.
I love praying. I'm all in.
I love Japan and Korea. I'm all in.
I love drawing. I'm all in.
I love storms. I'm all in.
I love dreams. I'm all in.

I'm all in on so many things. And I'm a happy girl. A lot of people misunderstand me because they don't quite get my huge heart. ...that's okay, I suppose. I get frustrated when they don't, and think later, "Why can't everyone just have a big heart like me!?" Well, if everyone were like me...the world would be a pretty boring place.
I'm happy because I'm me. I'm me no matter what anyone says. I'm the way God made me. My heart will always be huge - even if it does get cracks in it. I. Am. Me.
I'm silly, I'm ditsy, I'm hyper, I'm dramatic - I'm a 16 year old girl with huge dreams - HUGE dreams! Massive dreams that I think will come true! I'm an emotional train wreck at times - but hey! That's me! My name is Hannah Leigh - AND I AM ME!
I love life! I love God! I love my family! I love my best friend! I LOVE!
I'm me!

 Happiness, sadness, tears...

Skies, stars...

All in, my heaven.

Always Fighting,
-Han

The Author

Photo Credit: Off of Google Images - credits go to the photographer

 

Every day is a page in the Book of Life.
Every moment is another scene described. The ultimate story.
Everything is the very description of emotion that no movie could ever capture.
The perfect bliss, morbid essence of horror, the most disastrous tragedy...the most hurtful tears. ...The best drama ever written.
That's what life is. Every second, a letter. Every moment, a sentence. Every hour, a scene. Every day... a page.  Every life - a book.
Some pages are torn and wrinkled. Others are the most crisp, clean space ever imagined. Some are straight, but have ink blotches all over them. And still others are written with such vigor and emotion that they can barely be read for the stains and scribbles. Then there's the ones that are sincere, neat, straight. Those with little emotion are always present. Yet, those with happy excitement flourish as well.
Each day is a page - each life is a book.
The Author knows how to write - and at the end of the day, we can go back through the continuous book and read the chapter. It may make us cry - it may make us laugh...but we're not the Author. We respond to what He's written.
Drama, comedy, horror, suspense, romance... it's all there.

Each day is a page - each book is a life. 
How will yours unfold?

Always Fighting,
-Han

Comments Away!

Well, I decided to give turning my comments back on a try. (It gets kinda dull when I can't get feedback!) So - here we go again. Let's see how this works.
Please feel free to leave me a thought, and I'll get around to publishing it when I have time.
If you don't have a Google account, please don't publish as "anonymous", or if you do, put your name at the bottom so I'll know who you are.
Hope you guys have a great day! Can't wait to hear from you all!

Always Fighting,
-Han

If Today Was Your Last Day

Well...the world hasn't ended.
Most of you probably already know, but there's been this guy that spent all of his life's savings advertising the end of the world, May 21, 2011, and 6:00 PM. True, it's only 5:15 when I post this...but in all other parts of the world, the 6:00 PM time zone has come and gone. Of course, this isn't the only reason I think the world will not end. The Bible says clearly that NO man knows the time - not even the Son of Man. Further more, the world will not end with the church being "raptured" out.
No one knows the hour. It comes "As a thief in the night".
I was talking to dad about it earlier, and he simply said this,
"The world ends when you breathe your last." Very, very true. The world ends, but eternity does not. I was sitting outside this evening on the swing set, going back and forth, back and forth, going over my Bible verses, thinking, and talking to God. My world could very well end today. My world very well almost ended for sure that I know of a couple of days ago. We barely missed being in a head on collision with another truck that was pulling out. And when I say barely, I mean by inches. As I sat there swinging, I was going through a song I heard called "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback. It's a very good, true song. (Just DON'T listen to any others by that group - I haven't looked into it, but I've seen the title of a few of their songs - and they're NOT good! I think that's practically their only good one!) If today was my last day, I'd want it just like it was today. I'd spend it with my family and my dear friends. That's what I'd do. One of the lines is "would you live each moment like your last". Shouldn't we live everyday like our last? Not let the sun go down on our anger? Remember that our breath is so frail, that at any moment...it could indeed be our last?
This "end of the world" deal was just another foolish thought of man...but it sparked good head conversations within me. I thought about it a lot. If today was my last day, I'd spend it happy. I'd spend it with my family. I'd spend it with my friends. I'd spend it thinking, smiling, and praying. I never know when today will be my last. No one knows. But they should live like it. We don't know when God will call us to Him.
God is absolutely SO amazing. I've had the BEST few days! I was checking how long three weeks will be on my calendar - and they will FLY! I can't believe it's already the end of May... on the 29th, my Big Boy will be a year old! He's growing up! *faint* I'll schedule a post to go out for him... ^.^

If today was my last day...I'd spend it like this. (With the exception of having my friends with me...they weren't here today!)
Delve into your thoughts - how would you live your last day?

Always Fighting (and very hyper thanks to chocolate covered coffee beans...)
Han

Life is Good

Yes...Life is very good.
I've recently been enjoying it immensely.
We got our bees Saturday night, too! They're buzzing around and being...well...busy little bees. 0.--
It's very interesting to watch, if I do say so myself.

God is amazing. He's given me a family that, yeah, let's face it: can be very annoying sometimes - but I LOVE them, and I'm sure I can be pretty annoying too. (There's plenty of times where they'd like to kick me out the door - and the other way around! ^.^)  He's given me friends that pray with me and make me laugh until I die (again). He's given me my Best Friend that is totally top of the world - I could never, ever ever ever ever EVER ask for a better one!
He's blessed me with such a great place to live. It'll be hard for me to leave!

The other day I had what I call a "Once in a Summer" moment....
I shall now attempt to paint it for you using the brush of words....
It was raining. All day - rain. I love the rain. I was happy. It came from gray skies, sometimes in a mist, other times in a downpour that I could barely contain myself from running out into and dancing in. Lightening would cut the skies, and the Lord's army was next heard as they marched along. The thunder would rumble, rise to a mountainous peak, and then fade.
During such a downpour, I walked out onto the front porch. The clouds swirled, the sharp staccato of rain all around. It was beautiful. Warm. I sat on the rail of the porch, back against the wall, one leg dangling off and swinging quietly back and forth. The tree beside the porch drooped with the rain. I picked a wet leaf, held my hand out, let the rain cry on it. I took in a deep breath, smelling the refreshing scent of dampened plants. It was good.
As I looked back over the porch, I was thinking to myself how long ago it was that I first walked around on the thing. There was no cover, no fence, no landscaping - my eyes went to our pasture, the tall, strong barn standing there - no barn, no pasture. It was nothing. Just woods. Eleven years ago....just woods.
I never thought at 6 years old that I'd be sitting there that day, 16 years old, watching it rain. Knowing the people I know, having been to the places I've been, having all the things in my heart that I have.

...It was wonderful.
It was Once in a Summer...

Always Fighting,
-Han

New Vest!

And this is a new vest I acquired as of Friday! I loooove it! *faint*
And to my BFF - be jealous...be very jealous...
FIVE dollars at a clothing store in town! MUWHAHAHAAAA!!!

Laughs

Alright...
I'm in the mood for laughing, so I'm gonna make you guys laugh with me! These are some of my favorite funny videos/commercials....









And now we get into people!






(Don't know what the lyrics are in this song - might want to mute.)


Okay - this one is a Korean coke commercial that Nathan and I absolutely die over every time we see it...


This. One. Is. Hilarious...



I bet I did every one of those things as a baby...

Hope you enjoyed!

Pocky!

Yes, I got my little guy. He's SO cute!! AH! We got him Thursday - he is absolutely adorable.
I thought you guys might like to see pictures, so - here they are.
His name is Pocky, which is a Japanese candy, and he's only about two months old.

I also got a Betta fish! His name is Rain. The little guy keeps me company when I'm sitting at my desk. ^.^

Tootle pip!
-Han