Graced with Grace

Once upon a time in  a far away land, dreary and cold, there  lived a girl named Hannah. Now Hannah was not the average girl that one would meet on the street, but rather unique and a bit too odd, but then sometimes the oddest are the ones that the best of stories can be written of and so I shall tell of one of her many oddities. This oddity has to do with her passion for tea. When it comes to drinking tea, she is quite particular. Tea should, if possible, always be poured from a tea pot and into a darling little tea cup. Tea cups and tea pots, after all, were created for this purpose, so why not put it to good use. Not only this, but being the southern girl that she is, she must have sugar or honey to sweeten her tea. Nothing within her being can make her truly enjoy unsweetened tea, so sweet tea it must be or as I over heard a southerner once say if tea is unsweetened it is like drinking a cup of grass or dirt flavored hot water. But to go on with the o...

With panic in my heart I hurried through another chapter Another lesson, another book, Reading with numb heart and mind. I strove to get my homework done on time Too busy to hear life happening all around Too busy to hear the birds or feel the breeze, Another busy week ahead, I cannot get behind. I scrambled through another lesson, Checking it off my never ending list of to-dos. I closed my eyes to the lives around, Stopped my ears to laughter and life's chime. I marched on, trying to accomplish all my duties Before the break of dawn. If I stop all, I will crumble and fall, I'll cry my eyes dry from the daily grind. So I pull through another day. I will survive, I say. I can get my homework done If I just try. But alas, I was not fine. One day someone reminded me of laughter, And oh, how good it felt. Laughter? I have time for laughter? I had tried so hard to do it all, but I had forgotten all. In the business of life, I had forgotten To la...

And it seems that today's word is.......                                                             Dance And so I write. "Let them Praise his name with dancing..." Psalm 149:3   This is the picture that use to be on the wall of my parents home and it always made me smile. There is nothing to special about it, but it brings back memories, memories of joy and laughter and dance. And now it hangs on my own wall above my bed, so when I wake up I remember to praise his name with dancing.   I don't dance that much any more, but let me tell you a secret. As a little girl, I loved to dance.   I used to dance around and around in our family living room, the music ...

Sometimes Winnie The Pooh just speaks truth.    

First to introduce you to one of my new favorite musicians. I recently stumbled upon David Hicken's music the other day and have fallen in love with it. Here is one of my favorites of his, Canon in D and Ode to Joy. If you like this one than go check out more of his music. I love listening to music like this. I am like one of the worst musicians there are, but I think that gives me all the more love for those who can play music so beautifully. I love listening to beautiful melodious sounds because I know I will never create it myself. Canon in D is one of my favorite music pieces even though it almost makes me cry every time. I can listen to Canon in D over and over again and never grow tired of it. I think I am coming to the conclusion that David's are amazing musicians. Ok, so probably not all of them are, but several of my favorite musicians are Davids (David Mclintock, David Hicken, and a friend named David who probably doesn't know that I think his music is so ...

Five Minute Friday I really don't remember what was so funny, but apparently something was quite funny. A paper stands glooming in the forefront of my mind. I need to write an abstract for another paper assignment. I need to write a response to a church meeting from last Sunday. I have loads of reading to do. Not to mention Greek lessons and diagraming and Greek vocabulary. All of these things are due for Monday morning and I wonder how it is ever going to get done. I have plans for the weekend and I am struggling to come up with thoughts fro my paper, not to mention the hours of research that I have to do for it and I have only just begun, yet In all the hectic chaos of college life, I contemplate the word "Joy". Can there be joy in researching and writing papers? can there be joy in working on grueling Greek? Can there be joy in this crazy chaotic time of my life? Yes! Yes, there can be joy. There can be joy in all of the craziness, in all the pain, in all th...

The other day, I was working at my deli job and needed to take a couple bags of trash and some boxes out to the dumpster. Now these bags did not hold light garbage. I don't know what my deli is throwing away throughout the day, but one of those bags in particular was heavy, like really heavy (and I promise I am not a wimp) (you're also probably wondering why in the world Hannah is talking about trash and garbage. Haha! Keep wondering! ). So as I am carting this garbage to the dumpster, I am thinking "I sure hope I can actually lift this bag higher than my head and into the dumpster" (I am like short, so things always are more complicated than they should be) and secretly hoping that a fine young prince riding on a white horse will come along just in time to save the poor damsel from breaking her arms and back. Well, he wasn't riding a horse, but..... So I get to the dumpster and along comes this dude who was going to the dumpster as we...