Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tiny Life
Have you ever wondered about life? Look how tiny these two are...
This is a nest that's built in the rafters of our barn; it's amazing to watch the mama take care of them. They're so cute. ^.^
Life has been amazing lately. I love my family. Everyone has ups and downs... but I love my family. They're pretty crazy... just like me. =D
We've been pretty busy, so I'm sorry about not publishing often - we've just got a lot going on. This week, mom and I are going on our outing to the mall - YES! I'm so excited! We're going to have a great time. I can't believe this month I'll be 17! DAH! 0.0 But... life is good.
God is amazing - He's always faithful. I've been thinking about Him a lot lately.
In the mornings, I've been fetching me a mug of hot coffee, and sitting in my rocking chair, back and forth, back and forth, looking at the floor, thinking, praying. I've got so many people I'm praying for... it almost hurts my head! (In a good way, of course...)
And I know that He is always faithful - so, who can I fear, exactly?
Praise His name! Don't let the day begin without it, and don't let it end without it!
Fighting!
- Hannah
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Fourth of July!!!
Happy Fourth of July!!!!
Yaaaayyy! Last night we had about thirty people here - chaotic bliss! - and we set off fireworks and had the best time ever!
The boys had their epic Army Men battle down in the pasture; they set up a fort, had paper houses, and used firecrackers, "jack rabbits", and missiles to explode everything... literally!
We had a big meal, and it was loud - lovely loud. Everybody was talking away, and it was - was.... GREAT! AH! *collapse*
I also had the best time doing a mini photoshoot with two of the boys at my church - the genra:
Charismatic.
Hopefully, I succeeded in that to an extent, with the help of my models! You can go to my photography blog and check out the results! I was going to do one with Caroline, but she forgot her appropriate attire - so, that didn't work. But it was still awesome!!! AH!
Thanks, you two, for posing for me, and thanks, Caroline, for hauling all of my stuff around! ^.^
Once it got dark, the show began - dad, Nathan and his friend were setting them off, so I meandered down there and was appointed flashlight holder for the ammo loaders. :)
It was fuuuuuunn!
Then, to wrap it up, we took some more cool pictures of our friend with his lightsaber - aaaaawwwwwesome pictures! EEK! (I went on a photo mania spree - can you tell?)
So - Happy Fourth of July, everybody! I hope you all had a wonderful time - I did, and God is so good! Praise Him for the ones you love!
FIGHTING!
- Hannah
P.S. Happy 7th Birthday to my horse Belle as of yesterday! Love you, Bellie!
The Lightsaber!
Him: "Explosives, explosives, explosives, explosives..."
Fireworks! (If we only had Gandalf... ^.^)
Death of the Army Men...
Saturday, July 2, 2011
He Made the Stars Also
Photo from Google Images
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....
Friday, July 1, 2011
*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
P.S. Lots of pictures added to my photography blog - please go check it out!
www.hannah-leighphotography.blogspot.com
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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
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
Monday, June 27, 2011
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
Saturday, June 25, 2011
*Collapses into a Happy Heap*
I'm back! I'm back! I'm BAAAAAAACK! *collapse*
It. Was. The. BEST. TIME. EVER!
God is SO good! I can't tell you how good! I can't! It won't come out! AH!
We got there at around lunch time, ate with some friends, and then headed off to film an Ultimate Frisbee game, take loads of pictures, and be the unofficial photographer for a Nerf battle that was taking place behind Rish Hall. It was... so much fun.
The VIPs soon won the game. And they even had music! One of the guys there was playing his electric guitar up on the balcony and had an amp hooked up to it. We hung around until about 5:00, and then went to eat dinner at the cafeteria. Actually, it was the game room that had been converted into a cafeteria for the time being, seeing as the other was under construction. :) After that, mom, Bekah, Nate and I went back to the hotel to freshen up before the evening lecture and dance. The lecture was AMAZING. He was talking about the armor of God, and we can't just pick and chose what we like - we ARE in a battle, and we must have our weapons. Very excellent indeed.
At 9:00... it was time for the dance. My friend Caroline and I went back to her dorm so she could get something to eat - we walked down the sidewalk, street lights gleaming above us and shining on the grass, giving it a surreal look, and finally made it up to the second floor. When the elevator door opened, we were greeted by four guys in trench coats. They were perfectly harmless, I can assure you. ^.^
She grabbed something to eat, I drank half of my frappucino, and we were off again, this time down to the "Dome". It's actually just a big gym. Once again the light on the big grassy field was awesome. We were having butterfly moments. ^.^
I'll have you know that I danced every single dance from 9:00 until 12:15, except for three. Postie's Jig was by FAR my absolute favorite, and WE. WERE. FLYING.
And the result... my feet are killing me, my back is sore, I'm exhausted... but I'd do it all again.
After the dance was over, the "Gang" got together outside, and we had one of those moments where everything is right. Everything is good, and it can't get better. Where you feel so close to absolutely everyone, and where you can feel God with you. Where music is blasting in your head, and you must say, "Tonight IS a beautiful night!" Where you have to grasp your friend's hand and tell them that you love them, and make sure they know that the reason their friendship is strong, is because God is there. Because Jesus died for us. Because we are brothers and sisters in Him!!!! Because we can trust each other - because we can love each other with the friendliest of loves, and you get this feeling in your heart that says, "It's gonna be okay... everything's going to be alright."
Once back in our hotel room, after driving down the neon lit roads, and wanting to cry for joy, the first thing I did was walk into the bathroom, lock the door, get on my knees, and thank God for such a beautiful night. For all of the friends that I have. For those who weren't there that night.
And now, I can tell you as I fact... I did collapse into a very, very happy heap.
FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Hannah
And here's some videos for you guys...
It. Was. The. BEST. TIME. EVER!
God is SO good! I can't tell you how good! I can't! It won't come out! AH!
We got there at around lunch time, ate with some friends, and then headed off to film an Ultimate Frisbee game, take loads of pictures, and be the unofficial photographer for a Nerf battle that was taking place behind Rish Hall. It was... so much fun.
The VIPs soon won the game. And they even had music! One of the guys there was playing his electric guitar up on the balcony and had an amp hooked up to it. We hung around until about 5:00, and then went to eat dinner at the cafeteria. Actually, it was the game room that had been converted into a cafeteria for the time being, seeing as the other was under construction. :) After that, mom, Bekah, Nate and I went back to the hotel to freshen up before the evening lecture and dance. The lecture was AMAZING. He was talking about the armor of God, and we can't just pick and chose what we like - we ARE in a battle, and we must have our weapons. Very excellent indeed.
At 9:00... it was time for the dance. My friend Caroline and I went back to her dorm so she could get something to eat - we walked down the sidewalk, street lights gleaming above us and shining on the grass, giving it a surreal look, and finally made it up to the second floor. When the elevator door opened, we were greeted by four guys in trench coats. They were perfectly harmless, I can assure you. ^.^
She grabbed something to eat, I drank half of my frappucino, and we were off again, this time down to the "Dome". It's actually just a big gym. Once again the light on the big grassy field was awesome. We were having butterfly moments. ^.^
I'll have you know that I danced every single dance from 9:00 until 12:15, except for three. Postie's Jig was by FAR my absolute favorite, and WE. WERE. FLYING.
And the result... my feet are killing me, my back is sore, I'm exhausted... but I'd do it all again.
After the dance was over, the "Gang" got together outside, and we had one of those moments where everything is right. Everything is good, and it can't get better. Where you feel so close to absolutely everyone, and where you can feel God with you. Where music is blasting in your head, and you must say, "Tonight IS a beautiful night!" Where you have to grasp your friend's hand and tell them that you love them, and make sure they know that the reason their friendship is strong, is because God is there. Because Jesus died for us. Because we are brothers and sisters in Him!!!! Because we can trust each other - because we can love each other with the friendliest of loves, and you get this feeling in your heart that says, "It's gonna be okay... everything's going to be alright."
Once back in our hotel room, after driving down the neon lit roads, and wanting to cry for joy, the first thing I did was walk into the bathroom, lock the door, get on my knees, and thank God for such a beautiful night. For all of the friends that I have. For those who weren't there that night.
And now, I can tell you as I fact... I did collapse into a very, very happy heap.
FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Hannah
Praying after the Battle
VIPs! CHARGE!
The Sound Man!
Nathan and his buddy returning from a Zombie attack
Watching the video
The weapons
Ultimate Frisbee!!!
And here's some videos for you guys...
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Of Storms
It was storming last night and this morning - I love it. I was sitting out on the deck watching it rain, and took some more photos. A huge storm came last night, and I got to watch it come over the mountain - literally. Awesome.
It was amazing. Huge gusts of wind began to rip across the valley, and then it was blowing the sheet we had hanging up out there - a photo moment if there ever was one.
Visit my GIMPED photos if you'd like to see a couple of more that I took.
Fighting!
- Hannah
It was amazing. Huge gusts of wind began to rip across the valley, and then it was blowing the sheet we had hanging up out there - a photo moment if there ever was one.
Visit my GIMPED photos if you'd like to see a couple of more that I took.
Fighting!
- Hannah
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