Capacity

Friend: “Have you celebrated getting in to Bethel yet!?”
Hannah: “Actually no celebrating – basically just worrying and then repenting for worrying *3 laugh emojis, followed by a wide eyed emoji*

in-de-pend-ent
adjective
1. free from outside control; not depending on another’s authority (that’ll preach)
2. not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence
3. Hannah Riggin

I am independent to the core; through upbringing and wiring, I am determined to be responsible and to accomplish as much as possible without letting anyone ever see me sweat. Maybe you’re like this too – always covering your bases, never wanting to inconvenience anyone.

I don’t notice the extent of my independence until incidents like the one that happened at Sam’s Club a few weeks ago:
It is my responsibility to pick up all of the food for these weekly community cookouts that our church helps to facilitate. We plan to feed about 150 people every Thursday.

Feeding 150 people for the first week of our summer cookouts at Sam’s Club looks something like this:
3 boxes of hamburgers
2 boxes of hotdogs
Pans for grilling
4 monster sized cans of baked beans
3 boxes of 42 pack chips
Oh, don’t forget the lemonade
And also the massive quantity ketchups and mustards
Oops! We need plates and cups and napkins and cutlery

…the list goes on. For anyone that’s ever been to Sam’s, you know that the size of the items in your cart are significantly greater than they would be if you made a quick run to Walmart.
My cart was spilling over, and as I made my way to the front of the store I realized I had forgotten one super significant item – the buns.
The slippery, “I’m gonna need 16 of each of you”, “Don’t you dare squish me with the other items in your cart” buns.
I made it about 3 steps and the buns would slide off of my grocery mound. That’s right — ALL the way through the parking lot, to the back of the parking lot of course (did I mention half of Winston was there?). Take three steps, drop some buns, pick them up, lose some dignity. Repeat.

I needed help, and I wasn’t willing to ask. Contrary to my belief, it is a bit difficult for 1 person to singlehandedly feed 150 other people.

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It isn’t a surprise that I find myself in very similar situations planning to move across the country for ministry school.

The truth is, I want to say that I’ve got it, that I don’t need help. I want the option of spending a half hour in Sam’s Club parking lot and just not telling anyone about it. I want to hide the effort, the cost, the need, and the worry. Some call it pride, some call it consideration, and honestly, it’s probably a little of both.

I think we all reach moments in our lives when our capacity has reached its limit. In those  moments, no matter how much we’d like to step it up and carry a little more, we simply can’t.

“Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; do not hold back; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes.”
Isaiah 54:2

The Lord gave me this scripture while I was applying for Bethel, telling me that in my season, my capacity had been reached. He wanted to give me more, but there was no space for anything new in my life the way that it was – things had to change, and I didn’t know it at the time, but the curtains of my habitations were being stretched out (literally).

It’s funny because that verse seems to contradict everything that I mentioned above. I’m realizing something, though: There is a huge difference between our own, independent, “I will do this” capacity and the one we obtain in surrender.
When I refuse to ask for help – whether it be because of pride or out of fear that God coming through is only a story people tell themselves to get through hard times, and not a stark reality, I greatly limit how much I can receive.

It would be like if a family member offered to clean your messy kitchen for you. You listened, said thank you, and then proceeded to clean the entire thing yourself before they got around to doing it.
It’s fine – the kitchen is still clean, but stepping in to handle it kept the family member from getting to contribute.

I am not in ANY way saying that our ability to get in the way is greater than God’s ability to help us – his arm is never too short. But for me, in this season, I do feel him inviting me to let him in. I hear him saying “I really want to bless you – will you let go of your fear of not being taken care of and let me outdo anything you could have accomplished in your own effort?” And in “funny later, but not at the time” moments I hear him saying “Han, you literally can’t do this one on your own – even if you wanted to.”

May each of us be granted the bravery we need to believe that we are loved and cared for. May each of us be granted the courage to know that the provision of tomorrow isn’t dependent on our performance or our own capacity, but in perfect Love that never waivers or changes its mind.

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I am sharing this journey via blog on the world wide web for a few reasons:
1. I have every intention of blogging more regularly throughout this journey, because I’m coming to find that story is powerful and one of the tools God uses most to encounter other people. Let’s call this the prelude to all of the blogging entries to come.

2. PRAYER. Y’all, this ISFJ, green-blue on the DISC test girl HATES CHANGE and LOVES SECURITY. I hate change even when it’s awesome, just because it’s different than what I’m used to. There is nothing familiar in this guaranteed to be spectacular season change. (There are many other areas to be covered in prayer, I am sure, it’s just the quirkiest, yet also realest thing I’m facing right now).

3. SUPPORT. This is the hardest for me for a million reasons – my “no that’s okay I’ve got it” independence, and the fact that as humans, we love to point to something and say “this measurable proof shows that this is worth investing in” .. but those voices fade in the face of last-minute transitions and no-other-choice.
Tuition for the school year is $4,550. In addition to this cost, I have to cover living expenses and continue to cover all of my adult bills. I will be working part-time throughout the school year to supplement, of course, but it is very scary going from full-time job money to part-time, the cost of living staying the same but the income being cut in half. Because the school is not accredited, student loans are not an option.
Talk about a faith walk — one of those moments where the rubber hits the road, and the theology that is much easier to quote is actually put to the test.
If you would like to give toward this adventure, donations can be made via Paypal
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THANK YOU so much for reading, praying, and supporting!

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Han goes to Bethel

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(thank you, Shainey Coleman, for this dreamy Boone mountain pic)

 

Unexpected, unanticipated, not even on the radar.

Living in Redding (California) and attending BSSM (Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry) was one of those “wouldn’t that be awesome” kind of dreams. You know, just like the “wouldn’t it be great to live on this remote beach instead of just vacation here” kind of dreams.. not the ones you take seriously, but the ones you pull off the shelf, admire for awhile, and then forget about in the day-in, day-out.

I’ve heard about life in Redding for years now – best friends have been to school there, transformed by the culture forever.
I was able to visit in January of this year in the middle of #rigginandtaycrosstheusa (the cross country trip that I took with Kelly Taylor and also Instagrammed like a champ). A friend showed Kelly and I around Redding and we ended up at a worship night facilitated by his community.

There are moments in our lives when we encounter people who are walking in a freedom that we haven’t yet known.
It happened that night. There was a breathing room, a living hope, a deep rooted joy in every face that I saw – a freedom that I, at the very least, had lost sight of or forgotten about altogether..

You know how one white shirt, when by itself, looks as white as white can be? It’s only when the shirt is compared to another brand new linen that its dinginess is revealed.
It happened that night. Comparison in a healthy, “remember what is possible!” kind of way.

Long story short, through little heart tugs and conversation with a friend, I decided to apply — SUPER last minute, assuming that if I was accepted, it would have to be God (because who in their right mind applies to school for the Fall at the end of June?) Honestly, more of me believed that I would not be accepted, but that I could finally put the “What would happen if I tried?” question to rest in my mind.

Well guys, I got in.

I’m learning in this season that the heart tugs – the purest, deepest, fingers-crossed hopes of our hearts should often be listened to, instead of buried in fear of them never coming to pass.

I have so many of those dreams – dreams of running after-school programs for inner-city kids and watching those children beat the odds, break the curse, and pursue their dreams – of having a freaking incredible marriage and raising a family full of compassionate hearts – of giving people TOOLS to navigate this life and to listen to their hearts; not getting swallowed by life, but overcoming by the blood of the Lamb, the word of their testimony, and maybe a little Talenti gelato – of knowing the heart and the intentions of God deep and wide, and proclaiming those truths to a world full of weary hearts that are only hoping He’s good.

…but I know that it starts with me. It starts with me getting the tools and the healing – it starts with me encountering before becoming the encounter. It starts with me deeply knowing the heart and intentions of God so that in every season, I can stand with others and say “No matter how it looks, He is still faithful.”

I’m not discounting my seasons or my story leading up this point. I’m not saying that I don’t already know some of what I’ve mentioned, or that I’m not already pursuing some of those heart dreams – but there are times when we are called deeper, when we are called to more, and I believe that for me, this is one of those times.

I thought that I would live and die in Winston-Salem.
I love this city – the way that it’s not too big, and not too small. The way that it carries inspiration in the air and breathes wind into the sails of creatives. I have unspeakable gratitude for every gift of friendship that I have with SO many people. I don’t feel worthy of 1/10th of the love that has been poured into me through the friends that I have. I belong to the best church in the world full of beautiful, loving, gifted people. I have nothing but thankfulness in my heart when I look at all that has been built and all that was in store for me when I moved here 3 1/2 years ago. I will forever call this home and plan on returning during the school breaks and beyond — but for a season, I am laying down and giving all that I’ve got to this invitation of BSSM.

 

I am sharing this via blog on the world wide web for a few reasons:
1. I have every intention of blogging more regularly throughout this journey, because I’m coming to find that story is powerful and one of the tools God uses most to encounter other people. Let’s call this the prelude to all of the blogging entries to come.

2. PRAYER. Y’all, this ISFJ, green-blue on the DISC test girl HATES CHANGE and LOVES SECURITY. I hate change even when it’s awesome, just because it’s different than what I’m used to. There is nothing familiar in this guaranteed to be spectacular season change. (There are many other areas to be covered in prayer, I am sure, it’s just the quirkiest, yet also realest thing I’m facing right now).

3. SUPPORT. This is the hardest for me for a million reasons – my “no that’s okay I’ve got it” independence, and the fact that as humans, we love to point to something and say “this measurable proof shows that this is worth investing in” .. but those voices fade in the face of last-minute transitions and no-other-choice.
Tuition for the school year is $4,550. In addition to this cost, I have to cover living expenses and continue to cover all of my adult bills. I will be working part-time throughout the school year to supplement, of course, but it is very scary going from full-time job money to part-time, the cost of living staying the same but the income being cut in half. Because the school is not accredited, student loans are not an option.
Talk about a faith walk — one of those moments where the rubber hits the road, and the theology that is much easier to quote is actually put to the test.
If you would like to give toward this adventure, donations can be made via Paypal
1. http://www.paypal.me/hannahriggin

THANK YOU so much for reading, praying, and supporting! I look forward to sharing tons of moments with all of you: whether they be the life-changing jaw dropping ones, or the “this-is-funny-now-but-it-sure-wasn’t-when-it-happened” ones, and all the others in between.

 

 

Legacy

We’re three weeks into January, which is about the time that New Year’s resolutions everywhere start losing their luster. The third week of January is far enough into the year that the “fresh start” feeling has begun wearing off and the “Oh crap, you mean life still happens?” realizations start effecting our decisions.

Maybe not. Maybe for you, you’re killing this “brand new year, brand new me” thing and telling me inwardly to speak for myself..
OR MAYBE you’re the one that gave up three days into the year, and you’re so thankful that others are willing to admit they’ve joined the club.

Regardless of where you are, January has me thinking about legacy.

A little while ago, the rug was pulled out from under my feet. You know those times? The blindsided ones where something happens that you would have never predicted, let alone prepared for. The ones that squish every single egg in that basket of yours and leave you wondering if you’ll ever be brave enough to invest again.

I felt locked in a room with more pain and disappointment than I thought I could hold. It seemed like I was being forced to brave a storm, nearly against my will, that I didn’t sign up for, and I would have gladly taken one of those “get out of doing hard things” free cards.

During that time, the Lord started talking to me about legacy. In the midst of pain and confusion, I heard him say “Describe the person you want to be. Think of all the things you’ll want to teach your children. Dream of the paths you want to forge for the generations after you. Think of where you want to pour your hard work so that things that were hard for you will be easy for them. Make the list now, because there will be moments ahead that you will be tempted to live lower. Make the list now, so that instead of reacting to your circumstances, you can hold them to standards you have already set.”

My legacy looked something like this:
I will love when it hurts.
I will forgive when it’s hard.
I will have integrity when it matters, and when the fire of life comes, I will step up and not shrink back.
I will generously give love and acceptance to everyone, whether they act like they need it or not, because everyone needs it.
I will treat each person equally regardless of the title they hold or the reputation that have.
I will have hard conversations quickly instead of burying conflict, hoping that it goes away.
I will take the extra time to communicate well and tend to the hearts I am connected to.
I will assume the best about people whether or not it is convenient.
I will live a life of thankfulness.
I will proclaim the goodness and the good intentions of God.
I will make decisions based upon the leading of the Holy Spirit.
Lionhearted and gracious is how I will live.

 

Making a list doesn’t seal the deal. We fail because we’re human (especially me, with the whole ‘conflict’ thing).
…but I think so often that God is about the little things. So often, it’s more about putting the shopping cart back or picking up the trash. So often, it’s about the attitude of our hearts and not the outward response everyone sees. Our stories are made up of a million little moments where we choose to do the right thing, often when no one is looking.
“Then Abram believed the Lord, and the Lord counted him as righteous because of his faith.” Gen 15:6
“It was by faith that Rahab the prostitute was not destroyed with the people in her city who refused to obey God, for she had given a friendly welcome to the spies.” Heb 11:30

The invitation in legacy is this: You are not simply doing the hard thing to be deemed ‘right’ or ‘acceptable’ or even to remain holy. Your moment-by-moment is not just about you; it is honor and worship to God. In addition, you are preparing the way for generations after you. Build that ceiling as high as you can, because it will surely be their floor. They will eat of the harvest you’ve been planting, just as we have been benefiting from all of the hard work generations before us have done.

If I forgive well in the moments where I am tempted to harbor bitterness, it will create a grudge free culture in my life. My grudge free culture will one day be second nature in the lives of my children, where restoration and letting go are easily embraced because they have been practiced over and over.

What does your legacy look like? What are the standards you want to live by, even in the moments you don’t feel like it? At the end of your life, what do you want others to say about you and your family?

(PS I REALLY WANNA KNOW so send me your legacies! hannahwritessometimes@yahoo.com)

 

On longing, pain, honesty, and singleness blogs.

 To the single girl who cried alone in her car on the way home after another wedding;

To the girl who dreams about the layout of her one-day home with Anthropologie mugs and friends at coffee tables, candles and week-night dinners, kids storming through the house and sink loads of dishes, bedding and towels and couch pillows that comfort down deep;

To the girl who swallows hard each time hope deferred hits as another person asks if you’re seeing anyone;

To the anxious heart who feels that they will never be picked or find compatibility;

To the girl who has fled from Instagram a half gazillion times just to pretend, for a short while, like wedding hashtags don’t exist;

To the girl who has been overtaken multiple times by the fear hurricane that comes each time another friend pairs off and your circle of company dwindles even more;

To the girl who has wondered just how many roommates you will have to learn to live with and adjust to, and how many houses you will have to move into before you get to settle for good;

To any girl who has felt unwanted, unloveable, third wheeled, pitied, or overlooked.

I see you, I know you, and I am you.
I am not going to tell you that you should be letting God fill you completely. I’m not going to shame you for longing and ask you why Jesus isn’t enough —
I’m not going to pull the “why aren’t you feeling complete” card because somewhere in that message, it is communicated that there are certain kinds of girls that don’t have to learn that hard lesson, and certain kind of girls that do. Somewhere in that message, striving kicks in, and at best you’re putting on a great, “look at how satisfied I am in the Lord” face — but I know that the pain is still there.
I applaud you for making the most out of your life right now. I applaud you for being independent and taking your freedoms and embracing the ‘little obligations to other people’ season you’re in.
–But I also know those nights when unintentional comments are made that tear you apart, when loneliness creeps in and seems to be claiming a bedroom of its own in the home of your heart. I know too, too well how many ugly, deep, painful cries you’ve had when no one is around. I know what it feels like to be ‘running out of time’ — to wonder if you missed something, did something wrong, or just weren’t provided for.

There’s a particular voice of shame that comes in when you’re trying, with all of your might, to celebrate with the friends who are being handed the very thing that you asked for. The voice that says that you’re selfish, needy, and broken by your own choice.
I want to tell you today that shame is a liar. Thank you so much for the broken congratulations and the ‘give it all you’ve got’ celebrations that you’ve given despite the pain.

Here’s the problem with singleness blogs —
We all want an answer. We all want a once-and-for-all solution to the mountain of anxiety, fear, and loneliness that rears its head at the most inconvenient times.
And a lot of times, we try to offer one to those that are hurting, but I don’t really think there is one.

It’s like trying to come up with a once and for all answer to the “Why do bad things happen to good people?” question — or the “Why did my loved one die even after I prayed for them?” mystery.

Some things aren’t black and white. Some things can’t be solved with a few sentences strung together on the internet or a few faith concepts you ‘should be’ putting into practice. Maybe we don’t need an answer that will fix us, but a journey with the One who is healing, who is peace, and who is the one that will stand with us forever despite the time or season.

Here’s what I know – I have lost count of the days that I have found myself a broken mess. I have become well acquainted with the belly of anxiety that swallows me when I’m just not strong enough to fight it off.

I also have a record of all of the times that Jesus comes in and calms the storm. I have promises and truths about his nature that are laid like planks of wood in the foundations of my heart because I’ve been willing to be honest. The storms keep coming, but He’s faithful to keep on coming.
I have a record of all of the people who have let me borrow buckets of faith when my barrels had run dry — of all of the friends who have prayed and continually fought for God given dreams, and those who have sung my own song back to me.
And just because you’ve found yourself in another storm doesn’t mean that you’re failing. You have Jesus in your boat, and when you don’t have enough faith to speak to the waves, you can wake him up.

It’s true that a man won’t complete you and that you’re already a whole person.
It’s true that there are beautiful gifts in this season of your life that you’ll never get back, and they deserve to be savored.
It’s true that there will ALWAYS be something that we’re longing for that threatens to drain us of our peace — longings for direction, connection, new jobs, children, whatever.

But you are not being shamed for the longing, and the Lord knows what to do with your brokenness. He is faithful to heal you and speak to the places of pain that reach far deeper than whether or not you have a spouse. From the beginning He has always been loving you into wholeness, one step at a time — never fixing you so that you can perform and produce and become all of the things you’ve been told you should be by now.
Please don’t feel that you have to hide in shame or fix yourself or conquer this thing on your own – He is a present help that sees, understands, empathizes, and wants to give you truths that will last for all eternity.

May we fall more and more in love with the One who loves us perfectly — the God of the journey and the process, who sees the whole picture, knows and cares for our desires, and has our best interest in mind.

Snakes

“God’s idea of good and our idea of good can be two completely different things.”

Over and over I’ve heard this statement – even tried to condition my heart to believe it at times.

I understand the concept – sometimes the things that we think are good for us in the moment are actually not good for us at all.
“No, you can’t have ice cream for breakfast,” is the goodness and love of parents not wanting their children to waltz into childhood obesity. Kids might think their parents are cruel fun suckers in the moment, but in time they will see that by being fed nutritious, not-so-desirable breakfasts, they were actually being cared for by the ones in charge of their well-being.

…there’s a balance to everything though…

There’s truth and thankfulness in the fact that there have been prayers sent up for things I thought I desperately needed, and the Lord didn’t grant my wish in his kindness – open doors, changes in scenery, relationships.
In his kindness, the Lord didn’t ‘make things work’ with my longterm high school boyfriend who I swore could never be detached from my life. In his kindness, the Lord didn’t make a way for me to be shipped to another city for the college experience I thought that I was missing out on.

But a lot of times we miss it – I miss it.

We tell the brokenhearted high school girl that “God is loving her” by taking her boyfriend away, and she hears “God wants me to be alone. God doesn’t love what I love. The things that I care about are wrong,” instead of “God has something SO much better for me down the road and he couldn’t let me settle for this. God sees my future and knows what I need.”

We tell the stuck-in-hometown girl that God is being good to her by keeping her home for college and she hears “God doesn’t want to provide for me. God came through for everyone else and must have forgotten,” when God was totally saying “Hey girl, you’re going to hate college and quit anyway. I have the best adventure planned for us – please trust me!”

 

With the particular situations I mentioned, I started associating complete surrender with being stripped to the bone with nothing left but God.

God’s idea of good – loneliness, losing things I loved, betrayal from friends, lack of provision.

Jesus promises that he will not give us a stone when we ask for bread, or a snake when we ask for fish. I was asking for more of Jesus – a deeper relationship, more knowledge of who he was – GOOD THINGS – and it seemed like I was handed the flounder I was praying for, coupled with 4 hefty snakes for good measure.

I’ve spent a lot of time with hands full of snakes the enemy has given me, trying to convince myself that they’re all particularly long, rare species of fish that the Lord will explain and teach me about later.

If we being evil wouldn’t throw our children into a pit with a copperhead and say “After this trip to the hospital, you will learn that I’ll never leave you,” why would the Lord do that to us?

“God’s idea of good and our idea of good can be two completely different things.”
It suggests that our concept of good is actually better, and that the painful, hard things ‘from God’ will just have to be carried and explained at a later date. It suggests that when we anticipate good things, we’ll actually be unpleasantly surprised most of the time, being shaken to the core, but eventually at peace with the season we’re in.

I was recently giving a particular thing back to the Lord (you know, that whole ‘keep your hands open’ concept) – I was literally flinching as I listed all of the things in my hands that I was deeming the Lord’s.
In the middle of my flinch, the Lord tapped me on the shoulder and said “Hey – you’ve given these things to me like a gazillion times – if I was going to give you bad news, don’t you think I would have done it by now?”

Expecting snakes, receiving fish.
Expecting everything to be ripped from my hands as he whispers “Nope, you can keep that one. You carry it so well. I’m going to make it better than you’ve ever hoped.”

When we surrender, it’s not submitting to a violent stripping – it’s giving Jesus permission to bless us beyond our greatest comprehension.
If you’ve walked through seasons of surrender and felt like you’ve lost everything – know that it’s not the end.

My mom would always make us go through our stuff in the designated ‘toy room’ about a month before Christmas. We HATED getting rid of toys, but as we grew older, we understood that we were only getting rid of things we didn’t use anymore to make room for the things we really desired.

He knows what we really desire, and longs for us to have enough room when he brings perfect gifts our way.

 

PS – A picture of anything but snakes because EWWWW they’re those most terrible things in the world.

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Unprepared

I still think about him.

The kid I graduated with. The one that was so kind and quiet and everyone loved. The one that had been forgotten about by so many of us until his name leaked throughout news stations all over Ohio.
The kind, quiet, actually-not-a-jerk kid that everyone knew who was now significantly heavier, charged with the murder of his mother, and looked completely lost.

What happened?

I think we all have moments throughout our lives when we realized that none of us are immune. The abstract, devastating-yet-not-affecting-us stories about faceless people we have no connection to suddenly become the girl we knew since kindergarten that died of cancer in her early twenties, or the ornery little boy who got on our nerves in third grade that robbed a taxi driver and has been locked away for it. 

But something happens when the pain of life touches us.. People who we would have deemed as evil robbers or killers or druggies or WHATEVER suddenly become human beings with stories and relationships and personalities. 
The girl who died of cancer isn’t a distant story that I can extend my condolences to – she’s a friend whose birthday parties I attended growing up, who I played in band with, who would literally pack slices of bread for lunch and we wondered how on Earth she got  nourishment – a girl who had friends and foes and siblings and cousins and boyfriends.
The boy charged with murder isn’t someone I can just label as horrible and move on, because I remember having 6th grade classes with him and seeing him laugh in the hallways and playing football and surviving through school like the rest of us. 

I refuse to believe that there are some good people and some bad people in the world. I refuse to believe that we’re a product of our choices, and some of us are just idiots that make wrong decisions and should be punished for it. 
I think that life happens, and pain happens, and we’re thrown curveballs and a lot of times have no idea how to handle them. When we realize that we’re all human beings trying to make it, doing the best that we can, we put our stones down and help each other up. 
None of us are prepared for the curveballs. I’m overwhelmed this morning thinking about the pain we’ve all endured and the events we’ve faced that pulled the rug from under our feet. And I want to tell you, whoever you are, that you are doing a really great job. You’re doing the best you can with what you’ve been given, and even if you’ve made some really bad choices and never dreamed of being in the position you’re in right now, it’s really okay. There’s no step by step manual on how to handle abandonment or rejection, betrayal or loneliness or loss of a loved one. You’ve never had to handle those things before, so there’s no expectation for you to get it all right. There’s always redemption, and things will get better, and you’re not alone.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

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(On a much more light hearted note…) TUESDAY APRIL 15TH IS HALLE ELLIOTT’S BIRTHDAY. She is my roommate’s younger sister, a faithful reader of my blog, and has randomly encouraged me in more ways than she knows. PLEASE LET HER KNOW how valuable, loved, talented, and ridiculously treasured she is this week (because she is all of those things).
Halle, you’re maturing beautifully into someone who fights for the hearts of those around you (and you write the best songz EVR). I’ve watched you make hard decisions in the name of doing the right thing, and walk in honor despite the difficult seasons you’ve faced. SHOOT GIRL, I’M BUYIN’ YOU A BIRTHDAY ICEE.

[OH! And for the record, this blog counts as the ‘Monday’ blog, for this Monday, I will be out of town leading an intern trip.]

(And finally, on a much more potentially lame note…) I am well aware that this blog may be read only by a few of my close friends who believe in my writing dreams. HOWEVER, there may come a day when that changes and I might not personally know a reader or two (AND THAT WOULD BE SO COOL). So why not prophetically get the ball rolling by saying I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU.. So here’s an email address you can shoot things to; thoughts, remarks, maybe even questions – although I don’t know if I’ll have an answer – the idea of getting feedback excites my little heart ever so much. Anywho, the email isssss —>> hannahwritessometimes@yahoo.com