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Genesis 1

Creation blog

Genesis 1 is one of my favorite chapters in the Bible and of any book. I love its poetry, the rhythm, and the amazing wonder of it all. I like to read it slowly and let it play out in my imagination; then meditate on the fact that its grandeur so far exceeds my imagination. 

I have been blessed to have traveled and seen many amazing sites–from German forests to tropical waterfalls, the Grand Canyon to the strange beauty of an expanse of desert; this world amazes me and delights my heart. It astounds me that such beauty exists in a fallen world intermingled with wars, injustice, and greedy misuse. I wonder at how God’s original Creation would compare to what we can see today. Then I get excited because, if His original handiwork excites my imagination, what will be when He restores all things. Isaiah 65:17-18 says, “‘For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; and the former shall not be remembered or come to mind. But be glad and rejoice forever in what I create; For behold, I create Jerusalem as a rejoicing, and her people a joy.'”

So, I love the Creation account in regards to poetry and nature, but there is so much more. As I read today, I was drawn to verse 2, “The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.” From the very beginning, Creator God has been bringing definition, purpose, and value. Just as he took a shapeless void and brought forth the complex and beautiful world we live in, so too He desires to draw us out of the confusing void and emptiness our flesh is drawn to sink into and give us meaning, identity, and purpose. It is such a beautiful picture to me. 

The last thing I will journal about today in regards to Genesis 1, though certainly not all there is to say, is that beginning in verse 11 and throughout the rest of the chapter, He is constantly creating things to produce after their own kind and whose seed is in itself. Then we arrive at the magical (yes, it just seems the best word to describe at the moment), magical verse 26, “Then God said, ‘Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness….'” When I read the chapter slowly and get caught in the pattern of the preceding verses, this change stands out and shouts to me. And this is why:

Growing up, one of my favorite things has always been to hear retold the story of how my parents met and came together. The foundation and genesis of our family. Somehow their story adds meaning to my life and makes me realize that I am special, that had things not happened the way they did, I would not exist. That’s what Genesis 1 is to me, and the fact that we have access to a first-hand account (all Scripture being inspired by God) to make sense of our world and discover meaning in our lives, is a gift that we should hold dear in our hearts. The memoir of our Father, choosing to create us, to make us in His very image and likeness, to provide for us, and to give us purpose on the earth. It truly is a beautiful story–and it’s only the beginning. 

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August 5, 2014 Posted by | Journal through the Bible, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Journal through the Bible

WIN_20140804_150145 (2)So, I haven’t blogged in a really, really long time. I also haven’t read through the Bible Genesis through Revelation in a long time either. In an effort to change both of these facts, I am going to journal through the Bible and share it with you.

I hope that you will be encouraged to open up this incredible Book, which is truly the Living Word and allow it to restore your soul and bring healing and revelation to your life. Feel free to comment and join in the discussion. Think of it as a virtual book club of the best book.

I don’t know what it is going to look like, but I think I’ll just start and not overthink it.

See ya soon!

August 4, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Legacy

Today, June 2nd, is my grandmother’s birthday. When we said goodbye to her in the hospital 7 years ago, it was such a hard, surreal, and uncharted experience. It came so unnexpectedly as she had not been sick for a long time; yet, we were together as a family, aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters. I remember the hardest part was when I had to call work to let them know that I would not be coming in. Something about actually saying the words that she had passed away unlocked the emotions like a flood.

The next week was painful as again and again the realization of what I had lost came like a wave; but it was also a beautiful time. Family coming together, going through boxes of pictures and putting together a slideshow of her life. The memorial service was so special and such a time of honoring her life–her love, how she brought together family, the legacy that she left behind.

Looking back at her life, there were so many beautiful and joyful times to celebrate, but also some really difficult and painful seasons that she had to walk through. But this is where the comfort came the greatest, the knowledge that now all of her tears were being wiped away. All of the pain and dissappointments were swallowed up in joy. She is in the very presence of her Creator. Can you imagine?! I think almost everyone has experienced rejection in his or her life and knows that pain. Now think about being introduced to someone who not only chose to love you, but the very one who purposed you into being. The one who decided that the world was not quite complete without you. The one that does not just accept you the way you are but made you the way you are! It is such an incredible thought, and it’s not just an idea but the truth.

When I remember my grandma now, that pain and empty feeling has been healed. I think back and smile and my heart grows warm. I remember her smile and her voice. I remember her snack drawer and legos. I remember riding in the car with her to pick up my cousin Lacy from school. I remember how much she loved to be surrounded by her family on holidays. I remember her generosity with all that she crochetted for people. I remember her committment to the Dallas Cowboys and Texas Rangers. She was so cute on Sundays sitting in her comfy pink chair with a large afghan on her lap that she was crochetting and her notebook nearby to keep stats of the game.

And then my thoughts always move to her in Heaven and I can only get joyful. I have lost something so special; but when I think about what she has gained, I can’t help but rejoice. She loved to listen to old hymns and gospel music. My mom’s favorite hymn “In the Garden” has this chorus: “And He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.” That is the joy that my precious grandma now fully knows.

I want to share the memory of my favorite season with my grandma. In 11th grade my family moved from Grand Prairie to Roanoke. My sisters and I wanted to go ahead and start school in our new school district at the beginning of the year even though our house was not yet ready to be moved into. So, the first six weeks of the school year we lived with my grandma in Justin so we would be closer to our schools. Every morning, I would wake up and get ready first. Then my sisters would wake up and get ready and I would sit on the front porch with my grandma and we would drink our morning coffee together. She lived in a small mobile home at the bottom of a hill on my aunt and uncle’s ranch. I love the country and it was so beautiful. I remember one particular morning that was just breathtaking and so perfect it was funny. There we were, my grandma and I, sitting and chatting with our hot coffee. The sun was rising over the hill and suddenly the horses began to frolick about and were literally playing with each other. It seemed like a movie. We just sat there in awe enjoying it together. It was lovely. Wherever she lived, I remember my grandma always having hummingbird feeders out. I also loved to watch the hummingbirds with her.

My other favorite memory related to my grandmother happened when she was not even with me. I was in Missouri and was visiting my aunts church. This old man came up to me smiling and said in his shaky but sweet voice, “you look just like this girl I went to school with–Zelna Ola.” “That’s my grandma,” I replied and we both smiled really big. Here I was a stranger, and I look so much like my grandma that this man recognized her face in mine after probably over 60  years. That is still one of my proudest moments in life. I love my grandma and am proud to look like her. I am so thankful that she was such a good mom and gave me my mom. I am so grateful that she was such a caring and loving grandmother. Most of all, I am so thankful that she loved Jesus and that she chose to make Him Lord of her life. Beyond the legacy of facial features, of family, of love; the greatest legacy of her life is her faith.

Zelna Welker can now boast 5 children, 17 grandchildren, 10 great grandchildren and counting. I love you Grandma. Thank you for being such a special grandmother and giving me so much love. Enjoy the Father’s love and all the wonders He shows you, and when I see a hummingbird I will think of you and how you are more free and joyful now than even the hummingbird.

June 20, 2012 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Love’s Invasion

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Show me Your glory, Father, so I can see the brightness of Your unimaginable beauty. Wrapped in mystery, You come to me—call me to turn and set my gaze on You.

I’m afraid of the Light, a penetrating laser into my life. The rooms of my heart stand trembling—shaking—bolted doors rattling, hidden stairways faltering.

Something knows, in the hidden place, the secret rooms of unknown space are facing, bracing—for the gates are sure to be flung open, not able to withstand invasion, devastation, a flood of love, a surge of life. A squall to overcome this fleshly
strife.
The cities I’ve built within my heart, the faulty foundations, the chipping facades; the alleys and highways on which my thoughts fly and creep, the dull rooms in which I fall asleep.
Who I am is hiding in these corners, finding meaning through cracks in doors. Then suddenly—
As if being called from death, I turn and face a light and feel Your breath. You’re at my door, Your wanting in. You wait for me; yet I know, if I open, I will explode.
My carefully built city is beginning to falter, but still I know I am its master. My palms are sweating, my heart beats fast. Do I run to You or hold myself back?
And then I hear it, a mysterious sound; You are singing a song familiar and I am found enraptured, captured; as if my very DNA is reverberating a long ago dance it was meant to know.
I ask for grace to respond, to open the door and let the music resound.
Come like a flood! I surrender.
The city I have built is falling to the floor. I’d rather gaze on the One I adore and be melted than wander around in safe control of a house of wax.
I hear You knock again and now I respond. Lord come, I want to hear Your song. I want to see Your eyes. I want to be acquainted with Your smile. Come love me. Come devastate me.
Your flood will destroy my town of wax and in the rubble something precious will be found: the seed of me, my true identity. You’ll breathe Your breath and life will be born in me.
On Your rock, my only solid, I’ll grow and blossom as You sing over me. You’ll wash away all the debris and pick me up and dance with me.
And I’ll know Your truth and the
promise that You’ll never leave. You’ll never forget or count me a bother. You’ll proudly bring me to Your Father.
You’ll introduce me to Your Spirit. You’ll be gentle and firm in Your steadfast love and you’ll never be fooled if I attempt a façade.
I’ll be a precious stone and a seal on Your arm, and as You become my master, I’ll find true freedom as I’m carried in Your Love.

June 20, 2012 Posted by | Poetry, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Happy Thoughts for a New Year

ImageSitting in my room my second night back in Herrnhut–having just unpacked and re-organized everything–I sip tea from my beautiful chinese teapot I finally brought with me from home, and think happily on the blessings of books, lovely music, warm thoughts of family, and a beautiful new year before me.
I don’t know what’s in store, but I hope that it plunders the depths of my heart. Should there be grief, I hope that I may feel it to the depth of His comfort. Should there be joy, I hope that I may know it in its boundless possibilities. Should there be trials, I hope that I may run face-forward to the challenge. Should there be victory, I hope that in His grace I will triumph. Should there be dissappointment, I hope to be vulnerable in His presence. Should there be comfort, I hope to find joy in the sharing. And should there be love, I hope to give a heart that is whole; a heart that has chosen the depths–to give every ounce and to recieve, unapologetically, all that Love Himself shall give.
Twelve is a good number: 12 tribes, 12 apostles, a dozen eggs, a dozen roses. It sounds complete, doesn’t it? It’s a full number, good and round. More then ten, it just feels like an overflow. Let’s give it all this time around. I’m not talking about running away with your emotions, but embracing the depths of real life. Forget the pixilated stampede of endless notifications. Let’s be generous in real time. Have an interesting conversation and ask some real questions. If you found that you have neglected someone, turn around and go back. When you realize you are having a truly grateful moment, take it further and do something to make someone else thankful. When you’ve done wrong, make it right; and when you’ve done right, make it better.
Be inspired and inspire others. It’s what breathing’s all about: taking it in and giving it out. And remember that man’s first breath was the breath of God. Maybe we should start that way each day.
So for all of us out there in the bumper cars of life, remember, it’s more fun to drive around and get hit than to sit in the corner.
Happy 2012!!!

June 20, 2012 Posted by | Life, Thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Hello world!

My dear fellow travelers in this adventure called life,

I am excited to embark on a new leg in my journey as a writer, an encourager, a friend.  I am challenged by the thoughts, dreams, and ideas swirling around inside of me. I want to be vulnerable with these little seeds, to be faithful to give them shape and thrust them outside of me so that perhaps they might be carried to a place in which they can bear fruit and produce life. In essence, this is basically a blog but I want to give it purpose. Yes, I may ramble, and I do often delight in random things that I like to share about, but I hope that anyone visiting these pages will catch glimpses of hope, meaning, life, and love.

I am creating this new site as a personal challenge to write more often, communicate better, and to give my readers a clearer  and better organized layout to follow. You are welcome to visit my former blog here and read some of my older posts. I will go through and copy a few of the posts onto this new blog.

So, I invite you to join me. Let’s launch out and see where this current takes us.

Your fellow hidden royalty,

Hannah B.

June 17, 2012 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment