tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31056367821725643602024-03-13T23:24:14.771-04:00Against the GrainAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.comBlogger261125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-73867342868839102862015-07-05T18:41:00.001-04:002015-07-05T18:41:19.638-04:00Ninety DaysMy closet has held many important things over our time together. Dress up clothes, from when my sister and I would escape this ordinary world and venture back to the 1700s, complete with shawls and homemade old fashioned skirts. Lovely peasant tops during sixth grade, I still don't know why I thought they were cool. My red swing dance dress from high school, when the "cool" homeschoolers would go out every month to learn new dance moves.<br />
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On Friday my closet gets to hold something very special and very different then anything else before. Something I have dreamed about since before the time of old-fashioned dress up, my wedding dress. It still amazes me that in less then ninety days I will be wearing that dress. My nine year old self would be ecstatic, I won't lie though, the twenty-two year old me is pretty ecstatic too.<br />
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If you were a boat, my darling // A boat, my darling // I'd be the wind at your back // If you were afraid, my darling // Afraid, my darling // I'd be the courage you lack // </div>
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If you were a bird, then I'd be a tree // And you would come home, my darling, to me // If you were asleep, then I'd be a dream // Wherever you are, that's where my heart will be //</div>
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If you were the ocean, I'd be the sand // If you were a song, I'd be the band // If you were the stars, then I'd be the moon // A light in the dark, my darling, for you // </div>
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Right now I feel like I'm in between two worlds, adult Hannah and middle school Hannah. Its scary, transition is never easy but in this case it is needed and I'm excited about it..... But everyone else isn't as much.<br />
The final product though, I know, that I know, that I know every bit of tension and frustration along the way is worth it. <br />
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This is it, we're at the front of the line! The roller coaster glides into the station and the first car is ours for the taking.<br />
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Click click, click click.. click. click…. click…. click……………click. Slowly but surely we make our way up, so steep all you can see is blue sky.<br />
Instantly, my heart starts beating, a gazillion butterflies unleashed within me. I start questioning wither or not this is a wise idea, will this "safety belt" keep me safe. What if this car goes off the tracks? What's to keep this from crashing and me getting hurt? Nothing. Nothing at all. That's where the beauty of it all resides. </div>
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We're at the top now, those milliseconds of still before the rush, when you can hear your heartbeat in your eardrums. It's go time. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-25910343593137061662014-05-09T13:00:00.000-04:002014-05-09T13:00:04.075-04:00Dear Hannah...Today marks the start of an exciting adventure year.<br />
Right now you're feeling overwhelmed, so many new things are on the horizon.<br />
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These coming months will be some of the best months of your life so far, hard to imagine I know. Let me show you a glimpse into this coming year and you'll see what I mean.<br />
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Where do I even start? How about this summer.<br />
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Your second year at Springhill, it's going to be such a crazy summer and this is only the beginning! Right now, if you knew everything that was about to go down… Ha.. You would say I'm lying and laugh in my face, even though I am you and this stuff is real soooo I'm not lying. Trust me.<br />
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Remember who you are, your words hold so much power, don't be afraid to speak up. Don't allow those nagging whispers to creep into your head and more importantly don't believe them! Remember how valuable you are, a precious flower in His eyes.<br />
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There are going to be times when you feel overwhelmed, before Chicago, during plunge, after you're asked to join TST for the week. Remember to breath, God has this all under control. Releasing control and fully trusting Him can seem so scary but He can handle everything so much better than you can.<br />
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Another thing… Don't under estimate what can happen in twelve weeks, you will be surprised. Some amazing relationships will come from this summer, treasure the time right now when you are together. You will look back on fondness to the many nights of stargazing on the skate ramp and the raw conversations shared. <br />
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Also, those (quite a few) after camp texts from a certain someone… yeah your gut is right, he likes you. In the coming months you will learn more about this crazy (in a good way) guy, you'll learn more him and his amazing heart for God and others.<br />
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Now, comes the fun part… YWAM<br />
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It all right now seem so intimidating, big and unknown, but stop worrying. STOP. These five months, you will look back on with wonder and awe; your view of God is going to explode; you will continue to grow into yourself and make friendships that you will treasure. <br />
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Hold onto the days, don't count them away but instead soak up every single second. Sometimes you will wish for home and the comforts that come with it, realize the crazy opportunity you have right now. Some day (very soon), you will dream about being back with your YWAM family. Take captive these moments Hannah.<br />
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God has great plans for you and Him, God's going to reveal Himself in so many new ways! Your heart is going to start beating for other nations, at times it seems daunting not knowing where you will end up. But that's part of the exciting mystery of this new season of life, anything is possible with God!<br />
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Girlie, this is where you will get wrecked for life. Don't fight it but embrace it. Go through every moment in constant communication with Him, He is the only one who truly knows what your heart is going through. Walk out in the boldness that you already have, most of the times you underestimate who you are. STOP. STOP IT RIGHT NOW.<br />
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Everyone has different strengths and just because your strengths don't look like everyone else's doesn't mean yours are any less important to the team. Walk out FULLY in who God has created you to be. Satan loves hearing those thoughts of doubt bouncing around in your heart, turn them over to your First Love. Let Him speak into your soul showing you who you truly are, you are not these stupid lies you have been believing. <br />
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Don't be afraid to be 150% present, it's intense and can feel heavy, too hard to handle and causes your heart strife. Feel anyway, pour out love when you can't give anymore, that's one of the beautiful things about fully loving. Don't hold anything of yourself back, you are here for a reason, the people you encounter are the exact people who need what you have to offer in that moment. <br />
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Your heart will never be the same after these eight amazing weeks. God knows what He's doing when you feel like you're breaking. Right when you feel like you can't continue, He fill you up with love. His love, love so raw and pure it meets them right where they are, doing nothing to earn the purest love. The street kids; women in the rehab clinic; children in the slums; lepers outcasted by society, they all will be changed by an encounter of His love. <br />
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Love well Hannah, don't let a moment slip away from you. Love without limitations. <br />
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This next chapter of life is going to be amazing. Get ready.<br />
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I don't need to impress Him, he has seen all of me in my true form still accepts me, better yet He wants me to place my real ugly self onto Him. Allowing Him to carry it while I become redeemed and made anew through His love.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-85258081234443625842014-04-28T00:35:00.001-04:002014-04-28T00:35:09.816-04:00Dreamland<div>It all seems like a dream now. The smells. The people. The tastes. The sounds. All lost somewhere in my memory. </div>Oh India, come back to me.<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hM2USok62IE/U13aczlA_9I/AAAAAAAAChI/XqGl4oF3idI/s640/blogger-image-990678102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hM2USok62IE/U13aczlA_9I/AAAAAAAAChI/XqGl4oF3idI/s640/blogger-image-990678102.jpg"></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-55939847175676213452014-04-04T22:05:00.000-04:002014-04-05T22:48:03.062-04:00Post India ThoughtsA full month has passed since I have come home….. And I still don't know where to start, how to convey with meager words all that has transpired in the last five months. And I'm okay with it, I've got the rest of my life to unpack everything, to explore every nook and cranny of my India. <br />
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Now wherever I go, I take a piece of India with me, the stories and faces I've learned to love forever engraved onto my heart.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-45754441554614847792014-03-02T00:24:00.001-05:002014-03-03T00:59:59.499-05:00MCO<div>
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These past five months have been beautiful, raw, challenging and refreshing. God has redefined my heart, and has pulled me into a deeper relationship with Him. New steps have been taken in my walk with God and in my walk in life. I've learned and have seen things I never want to forget.</div>
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I want to continue taking new steps forward, I don't want to stumble backwards. Rather, I want to fall forward, falling even deeper into Jesus and His arms.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-81602990208374716122014-02-14T20:51:00.001-05:002014-02-19T06:41:11.527-05:00• Apart but together •<div>The moon, just a sliver of a little thing, peaking it's head out with a shy hello. </div><div><br></div><div>Night has settled in, the sun has bid me goodbye for the day, the night noises are coming alive. The same light illuminating the moon I see is shining down on you, welcoming in a new day.</div><div> </div><div>The closing of a one for me and the start of another for you, waking up to the sun that's kissing the moon I see goodnight.</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-21697562210843880822014-01-20T11:38:00.001-05:002014-02-07T09:18:44.223-05:00Durgapur (written on January 19th)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This past week my team and I worked in Durgapur. What a refresh, I could see blue sky once again and breath clean(er) air! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-itGA9EVjblE/Utv6W-QbwpI/AAAAAAAACeo/nEyIGYC5-_o/s640/blogger-image--1465713228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-itGA9EVjblE/Utv6W-QbwpI/AAAAAAAACeo/nEyIGYC5-_o/s640/blogger-image--1465713228.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yep, it was pretty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We got to speak at local schools, speak at home churches, visit a feeding program and help lead a weekend retreat for the college youth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My God box continues to explode, as I see more of India and how He is working in and through the people. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Today during worship, we had eight different languages present each singing in their native tongue! 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Please pray that we are able to accomplish what He has planned for the remainder of our time in Kolkata. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-86764911733353395912014-01-04T08:33:00.001-05:002014-01-04T08:33:52.258-05:00India LIFE!!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bZrZbpL-qkE/UsgNeTmDHlI/AAAAAAAACeY/hlZNCgErXWc/s640/blogger-image-62320085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bZrZbpL-qkE/UsgNeTmDHlI/AAAAAAAACeY/hlZNCgErXWc/s640/blogger-image-62320085.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hello from India!! As you can see I am already in Indian clothing and I am loving it, think I shall have to carry some things over once I come back! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While we were flying into India, I had a crazy déjà vue moment while landing. The smog the trees and everything else about the runway was exactly like a dream I had a few years back, which I hadn't remembered till that moment, I have had a dream about India and I didn't even know it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Little wink from Him showing me how India had been on my heart a lot longer than I thought! A little peice of my heart was already captivated and I didn't even know it at the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Looking forward with anticipation to see how my heart continues to grow for this beautiful place and it's people.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-8192344867272397592013-12-29T23:59:00.002-05:002013-12-29T23:59:31.385-05:00I blinked and now I'm hereWhere to begin…<div>
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For our last photography assignment, I had to choose a staff member for a photoshoot. I couldn't think of anyone better than MaryRose, love this girl, her joy flows directly from Christ! I can't wait to see how God continues to use her to further the Kingdom. </div>
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The icing on the cake? This lady is one of my outreach leaders to India, can't wait to grow in our friendship while sharing the Light in India! Fourteen days!!</div>
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Here at YWAM Orlando, we have a tradition…. Fish Sticks Bowl. Each year on Thanksgiving afternoon the whole base will divide, North (black) South (red) for a flag football game. Since I am from the North I should have worn black, but since many of my good friends are from the South I became Southern for the day and it was quite fun! </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-49023128028055410092013-11-27T21:45:00.001-05:002013-11-27T21:46:45.243-05:00Thanksgiving EveHere I am, in Florida and Thanksgiving is tomorrow, my heart is so content and happy! Not something I was feeling just a few mere hours ago, when the concept of spending Thanksgiving away from the people I love made my heart hurt.<div><br><div>I was missing everything, my sisters' laughter, Mom's warm hug, hearing Dad using my nickname. Thanksgiving to me is ALL about my family, and well not being with them just didn't feel right. </div><div><br></div><div>Right now I am surrounded by my YWAM family, watching a Christmas movie while others are cookin up some Thanksgiving fixings in a home that a DTS couple are watching for the week. A little slice of home in Florida, I'm in a freaking house and not a dorm! Not something I've been able to say for the past two months, seems minor but it add to the holiday spirit for sure.</div></div><div><br></div><div>On the Eve of this Thanksgiving I'm thankful for family, my new YWAM family and my family from home. This Thanksgiving IS going to be different, but it is going to be good.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8uL04-7x_tg/UpauF57mTWI/AAAAAAAACb0/TA6c_UtJQ0I/s640/blogger-image--40677494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8uL04-7x_tg/UpauF57mTWI/AAAAAAAACb0/TA6c_UtJQ0I/s640/blogger-image--40677494.jpg"></a></div>And yes, each and everyone of us have "demon eyes" the joys of a flash.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-37342451533532431692013-10-27T15:36:00.003-04:002013-10-27T15:36:34.817-04:00HDR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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As having never worked with HDR, this assignment was a learning experience and I can now say I have had experience with HDR!! Because we used a new editing software, we just used the trial thus the LOVELY water marks.</div>
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This past week at YWAM, one of our afternoons was spent doing Original Design and my mind was blown! Original design is when someone prays over you, asking God to reveal to them how He has made this specific person special and unique in His eyes.</div>
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I was anxious to see what they got, excited to hear how He views me. One of the words they got was Daffodil, they weren't sure how this played out specifically for me, I did.</div>
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After I was born, I had to be in the NICU due to my lungs not being fully developed. One morning, while my Mom was getting ready to be with me at the hospital, she saw four daffodils in our garden. One daffodil for each member of the family including me, to her this was a special promise from God that I was going to pull through this.</div>
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Knowing this, I knew daffodils were somehow special, I looked up what they meant, daffodils are among the first flowers to poke through the weary winter, the first bright color against a pallet of brown and grey. Daffodils are joy and a source of joy to others.</div>
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My prayer is this, that I may continue to be a daffodil in my Creator's sight, bringing joy to Him and those around me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-85272405581033076832013-10-05T15:01:00.000-04:002013-10-05T15:01:31.514-04:00YWAM Orlando Photo DTS Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Hello WORLD!! I am here, Montverde, Florida has become my home (for the next three months)! We have only had classes for a week and already God has been recking me, I can't wait to see how He will continue to open my view of Him and mold me more into His image. </div>
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The natural beauty surrounding our campus is amazing, there's just something about nature that always gets me! I love doing my quite time in my hammock during the morning, listening to the birds sings their songs of praise.</div>
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Last night a group of us went down to a music festival, after I snapped this picture it reminded me of the busyness we subject ourselves to. Missing the little winks of love from God, my daily battle is to try and catch the little gifts by slowing my pace of life down. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-37079840126729082662013-09-09T11:45:00.002-04:002013-09-09T11:45:57.631-04:00Mitten ---> SunshineIn just over two short weeks I will say goodbye to America's high five and say hello to the sunshine state! Yep, I'll be living in Florida for the rest of 2013, where I will be doing <a href="http://www.ywam.org/dts/">DTS</a> (Discipleship Training School) through <a href="http://www.ywam.org/">YWAM</a> (Youth With A Mission) at their Orlando location.<br />
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From September 26th to December 20th I will be working on the first phase of the DTS program, the lecture phase, where I will be taking Bible classes, working with local outreach, and learning about my outreach location. After Christmas break, I will start the second phase of my DTS, the outreach portion. From Early January to the end of February I will be living in a foreign country putting the skills and tools I have learned from my lecture phase to use! <br />
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Final project for my into to film class, by far my FAVORITE class ever!! After classes on Thursday night, as I would make the thirty minute drive home, my head would be exploding with endless creative possibilities.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-62234885533043603052013-06-03T08:48:00.001-04:002013-06-03T08:48:56.089-04:00New horizonJune 3rd, the day has come. <div> I’m a basket of emotions, excited for what the next few months hold, sad to be leaving my family for that long and nervous for all the unknowns awaiting me. </div><div><br></div><div>Today marks the start of a new chapter, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it. God has called me this far and I know He has gone before me, preparing my path. </div><div><br></div><div>Through myself, I can’t so this. </div><div>But through Christ, it is possible.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03799527959368536901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105636782172564360.post-69023004713811809912013-05-11T13:22:00.003-04:002013-05-11T13:22:42.459-04:00Mess < Beauty<br />
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