More Questions than Answers

This last week, in my travels, I spent a lot of time talking/processing/praying about life, about where God is leading me and why it feels that Everything Is Happening All At Once.

Now being on the "flip side" of this trip, I still have more questions than answers, more things to process, more decisions to make than decisions made.

One thing that this trip brought about was a reminder of the friends that God has placed in my life, all over the country. Friends willing to read emails, open their doors and couches, drive across country with me, and answer my crazy phone calls late when I forget about things like time changes, friends that know me and love me well enough to understand when to be silent, when to talk, when to advise, when to encourage, when to tell me I am being foolish, when to simply sing a long to Moulan Rogue at the top our lungs in Western Nebraska.

I'm pretty blessed.

Song of the Week

I am weary with the pain of Jacob's wrestling
In the darkness with the Fear, in the darkness with the Fear
But he met the morning wounded with a blessing
So in the night my hope lives on

When Elisha woke surrounded by the forces
Of the enemies of God, the enemies of God
He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses
So in the night my hope lives on

I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding
And I can hear the captive groan, hear the captive groan
For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding
Still in the night my hope lives on

I see the armies of the enemy approaching
And the people driven, trembling, to the shore
But a doorway through the waters now is opening
So in the night my hope lives on

Like the son who thought he'd gone beyond forgiveness,
Too ashamed to lift his head--but if he could lift his head
He would see his father running from a distance
In the night my hope lives on

I can see the crowd of men retreating
As he stands between the woman and their stones
And if mercy in his holy heart is beating
Then in the night my hope lives on

I remember how they scorned the son of Mary
He was gentle as a lamb, gentle as a lamb
He was beaten, he was crucified, and buried
And in the night, my hope was gone

But the rulers of earth could not control Him
They did not take his life--he laid it down
All the chains of earth could never hope to hold him
So in the night my hope lives on

Asking For It

*Introducing myself to the first graders*

Me: blah blah blah you can call me Miss Hannah
First Grader: did you work at such and such last year?
Me: No, I've worked here for 6 years.
Other First Grader: That's how OLD I AM!
Me: Wow! That's a lot
Another first grader: How old are you?!
Me: Guess!
Other First Grader: 55!

Quote of the Day

"I realize my self-esteem should not be dependent on other people's failure, but it kind of is." -Jules

This is why Jules and I are friends

Love

Scene: hanging out with Melsons, discussing theological matters...


Ashley: the important question is this, (dramatic voice), "what if... God was one of us?"

Song of the Week

Well ‘I do’ are the two most famous last words
The beginning of the end
But to lose your life for another I’ve heard is a good place to begin
Cause the only way to find your life is to lay your own life down
And I believe it’s an easy price for the life that we have found

And we’re dancing in the minefields
We’re went sailing in the storm
And it was harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise was for
That’s what the promise is for