Yesterday, I was talked out of suicide. Sorta. I doubt I would have had the guts to kill myself in the end, but I was talked out of even trying. I’m better today, at least for now.
Today I talked someone out of suicide. They probably would have gone through with it. I’m so glad that there was at least a little bit of a voice to say “you are worth more.”
The lesson: do not die. You are needed by more people than you can imagine.
Last night, I had the privilege of going to the wonderful Winter Jam 2014 concert in Des Moines, Iowa. It featured ten Christian musicians, all famous and all diverging from the ideal, stereotypical churchgoer. The special effects rivaled any Las Vegas show: the audience was in a frenzy. Our speaker for the night was a former drug dealer, and several of the performers could relate to that. If you didn’t pay close attention, it seemed almost like any other concert. However, the show brought the message of the gospel and the concept of salvation to 17,000 of the people that needed it most: today’s youth. You could feel the love of Christ in the air that night, in the thousands of voices pouring their stories into their singing. It was, to be blunt, fantastic.
Jesus said that wherever two or more are gathered in his name, he will be there with us. If we do the math, Christ must have been there several thousand times over.
Peace, love, and cookie dough!
-Hannah
“Life is full of mysteries and wonders like a squirrel is full of walnuts. Sometimes you just have to wait for them to come out.”
Apparently weird wisdom runs in the family. This quote was from my dad, quite possibly the wisest man I know.
“We know that there is a God and we know that he has a sense of humour. How? One word: platypus.”
That was one of my favourite lines to use during theological arguments, up until I figured out that the platypus isn’t near as ridiculous as human beings. There’s my wisdom for today.
And yes, there is a sonic screwdriver in the background of the title pic.
I have sworn off nail polish. Forever. Although I’m no tomboy, I’ve never been terribly fond of nail polish. However, last night I was bored and decided to paint my nails, just for the heck of it. They turned out great.
However, our story does not end there. Today, I found that the paint on one nail was already falling off. This simply could not do. I repainted that nail, but in the process I got polish all over my hand and the other nails. I tried wiping it off, which only smeared it. I took off all the polish on both hands out of frustration and started over with a new color scheme: black and red. My hands now look like dead Smurfs that are covered in blood.
Therefore: no nail polish.
Fear is a funny thing
When you fear
It’s supposed to help
To make you move
To get you to safety
But what about
The other kind?
Where you just
Stop.
And you can’t breathe.
This can’t be safe
After all, breathing
Is kinda important
But when
Things go wrong
The fear is
Suffocating
Terror clogging your veins
A heart attack
And then silence
And the music starts
You see, for me at least
Music is the escape
Away from the fear
Away from the chocking
So that means
If music is an escape
The fear has done its job
And taken me away
Fear is a funny thing
To start us off, a bit of math: How many sermons does the average PK (pastor’s kiddo) sit through before they turn 13? Well, simple. 52 weeks in a year, plus Christmas, Ash Wednesday, and about six others that I’m probably forgetting equal 60 per year, multiplied by 13 years, is 780 services. If we subtract the ten services that you may have missed at some point, we end with approximately 770 services. (Sidenote: many of you just thought of the “7 times 70 times” rule or Chris August.) Through those 700 and some odd services, you had probably begun to acquire one or more of these symptoms. (This is written from the perspective of a teenage PK, but I would love to hear the stories of other generations.)
10. You have listened to several of the following and sang along:
Jesus Freak, Outta My Mind, We Can’t Shut Up, Beauty from Pain, East to West, Awake and Alive, Home, Held, Awaken, anything by TobyMac, DC Talk, Skillet, Superchick, Matthew West, Francesca Bastelli, (Not a clue how to spell her last name) or another Christian artist.
9. You are now singing the lyrics to one of those.
“The words that he spoke made the people assume there wasn’t too much left in the upper room.”
8. You helped your BFF learn the Old Testament rap in Youth Club.
Genesis Exodus Leviticus Numbers Deuteronomy, that’s the penetuch of Moses, Joshua Judges Ruth two Sams….. And last in MALICHI!
7. You screamed/ jumped/stomped/ snapped/ whatever when you said Malichi.
6. When someone says “camp,” you think of your church camp…
Which probably included smores, hoping for “the good cabins,” singing, impromptu romps around campus, singing, trying to dance to “Home” by Natalie Grant and failing… (Or was that just me?)
5. You have devised a strategy to keep communion elements from getting on your clothes.
And it works. Epically.
4. I’m too lazy to think of the rest, so please, comment your own!
Copied from my notebook, these are unfiltered musings on anything and everything. Take them as you will.
Am I alive? Or am I merely living?
“I think therefore I am,” but what do I think?
And how?
Society never changes
It just gets a better disguise
Round and round
Our world turns
People say
It’ll all burn.
Heart beats
Faster
and
We don’t know
If it will last
Making the most
Of today
In case it all
Just goes away
Trying to live
Fighting the fight
Hoping that we’ll
Turn out alright.
Make it today
Lose it tomorrow
But it’s alright.
There will be more to follow. 😀
Hi everyone. I’m Hannah. This is my first blog post on People, Politics, and Pinheads. Testing, testing, 123, la la la la, blah blah blah.
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