Monthly Archives: June 2015

“Big” Announcement Parties

This week was very busy, so instead of a full blown article I am going to rant for a sec.

 
Here goes:

 
“Big” Announcement parties can suck!

 
You know when someone tells you they have a big announcement, and they build it up to be some monumental decision over days, weeks, or months ( yes, you should be reading this in deep movie trailer man voice). Then they finally tell you the “Big” news at the party, and the announcement is ……………. they decided to wear red on Tuesday.

 
What! Do you know what “BIG announcement” means? because ” I don’t think it means what you think it means“, and yes it’s ok to ask if they’ve seen the six fingered man, and have an overwhelming urge to say ” You killed my father. Prepare to die”. Inigo Montoya’s would be proud I tell you – proud.

 
Back to the topic at hand.

 
Once this announcement takes place, there is a quiet that settles over the room for just about a half second too long. Then some lemming inevitably starts cheering and the crowed goes wild. The sheople mentality has always baffled and mesmerized me.

 
I am all for celebrating the little things in life, but let the celebration be equal to the occasion you are celebrating. Otherwise, no amount of stale food and beer is going to salvage that kind of epic let down.

 
Tell me, have you ever encountered this? Someone who makes a big deal about something that happens all the time? Like, why would you celebrate that? Heck let’s start a hashtag ( no one reads this blog anyways, so I am not expecting much from this buttttt…).

 
#whywouldyoucelebratethat

 
Ok, that hashtag is a million miles long.

 
So, now I know I suck at making them.

 
Always good to know your limits, but will that stop me – nope!

 
How about #notworthcelebrating?

 
Still too long?

 
Ok, how about just #why?

 
So what are your “why would you celebrate that, not worth celebrating, and /or why” moments?
Does this strange occurrence annoy you as much as does me? Probably not.

Father’s Day

As this father’s day weekend comes to a close, I am reminded how grateful I am that God gave me into the care of my dad. He is not a perfect man, and he would be the first to tell you he has made many mistakes in his life ( never doubt a home-schooled kid when she tells you that little leaf is poison oak), but he loves unconditionally ( and is always willing to come save the day, or night, when a stupid teenager locks her keys in the car at 11pm 30 minutes away; Even when he has to get up at 4am in the morning).

 
Having a present and loving dad is something I will never take for granted. He never talked down to me as a kid. He was ( and is) understanding and comforting even if he didn’t quite know why I was upset. He would try out any concoctions I mixed up. Most of them being just a blend of all the hot sauces in the house, but I think the experimentation led to my love of cooking – so it kind of worked out for him in the end. He taught me how to play guitar, and encouraging my artistic tendencies. We had long conversations together (still do), but most importantly, he shared his love of Christ, and allowed me to find my own personal relationship with Him. Both my parents always encouraged me to question and to read everything I could get my hands on, and because of that, my faith has always been my own and not reliant on others.

 
All of the best moments in my life involve both my parents. I am so grateful for the unified front, and the time they spent with me.

 
This father’s day weekend I hope you were able to thank the father figures in your life, and even if your father ( or sperm donor if you so desire) was not the epitome of paternal love, show gratitude to the fatherly figures around you. They might have been a stand-in for your own un-fatherly figure, or they are simply great dads to their own kids/ grand kids/ nieces/ nephews…

 
Lets here it for the real Dads, you know who you are, and I salute you one and all.

 
And from a very grateful daughter who had the privilege of knowing not only her own dad, but his father as well (aka Grandpa) – Happy Father’s Day Dad

 
I hope you like the gift – I tried 🙂
Love
Hannah Marie

A Knight in Tattered Armor

Ok, I know this is a long post, but it has been on my heart to write about this topic for a while. Bare with me.

 
Many Christian women blog about picking the servant not the prince, and in essence I agree, but I believe that’s one dimensional thinking. Being a servant is only a part of what God calls us to be. The servant imagery is too simplistic an example of real godly manhood (or womanhood for that matter). I propose a new category. Instead of the prince, the servant, or even a knight in shining armor, how about the knight in tattered armor?

 
Maybe it’s because I ‘m older and have a better understanding of what it takes to live in this world – but I don’t want prince charming or merely the servant. I seek the battle worn knight. His mettle has been tested, and he may or may not be the victor, but he is still standing ready to fight again if he must. I am not talking about the biggest, brawniest, bravest man in the kingdom ( or city ). I am talking about the man who acts in spite of his fear, stands up for what he believes in, and is obedient to his God. This man comes in many shapes and forms. It’s the quite confidence of a geek, assertion of a jock, strength of a soldier, wisdom of a doctor, the knowledge of a mechanic, or imagination of an artist. The list goes on and on.

 
None of these men are the same, yet they all hold similar qualities. He honors his family and his God in how he lives his life. Standing in truth, unafraid of commitment, seeks justice, loves mercy, has a servants heart, a warrior spirit, can admit when he is wrong, and walks only with his God . This Man knows it says more in how he fails than how he succeeds. I once heard a saying ( I have no idea where it came from), Meekness is not weakness it is simply strength restrained. So for the quite men out there, I mean you too. Not every knight is outspoken, or the man you notice first.

 
Knights in shining armor and princes are simply boys, and a servant ( at least in my mind) has a suggestion of forced servitude. That’s why I like the analogy of the knight in tattered armor; Especially, when it comes to looking for an ideal mate. I am not looking for my other half, I am looking for my compliment. We are better together than apart. We are a unified front. This is the man I want by my side in the world. It is inevitable we will encounter strife and hardship, and a man who has been tested and come through the wilderness sane, is the man I want by my side.

 
In truth both man and woman are sinners, so I think it is accurate to seek someone a little tattered. Frankly if you are “perfect” I’m going to think you are hiding something. Perfection is overrated and fades. And guys, Lord help you if you do not keep a weathered eye out for the women who is seeking this man, for she will be your helpmate and bless your life.

 
At this point I must put a warning label around the title Knight in Tattered Armor. There is a difference between the battle worn analogy and someone who is truly wounded or cruel. So, this is who I am NOT talking about; I am not talking about the guy who verbally ( or physically) wounds you, the guy who ignores you to play video games, the guy who insists upon his own comfort over everyone else, who can only have fun if he drinks, who can talk the talk, but not walk the walk ( I’m talking about his faith here), or a guy who claims to be smarter than you and everyone around him ( unfortunately, this list could go on and on too). A man who is not seeking the fruit of the Spirit ( which is found Galatians 5:22-23 ” But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.” ) is not a knight in tattered armor. He is playing dress-up with tin foil. Look for real metal ( and mettle) underneath, and avoid the posers and users who use their hard times as reasons to be jerks. Especially, if they start blaming everyone else for their current woes. For example, if a man ( or women) starts a sentence/ apology ( if you can call it that) with “I wasn’t like this before ( insert blamed person’s name/ terrible thing that happened to them here)”, run – run for your life.

 
So, what do you think? Are you still looking for prince charming, the knight in shining armor, or the servant? Or do you seek the embodiment of a warrior servant, the knight in tattered armor? Let me know in the comments section below.

 
Ps. As I was writing this I somehow turned into a poet and I didn’t know it!

 
The right guy comes in many shapes and forms
He may be a bit tattered and worn
Even under the roughness you can see
A man of worth stands in front of thee
What more can a woman of God desire
Than a man seeking Gods own heart
By her side, willing to face the fire.

Love Is a Choice

There was a picture from someone’s mom circulating around the internet a little while back. It said:

“You’re going to fall in love so many times before you find the one you’ll be with forever. So think of it this way; you’re one heartbreak closer to happy ever after”.

What a bunch of crap – right! So, being the shrinking violet that I am – I left a comment.

” Or perhaps you should not give your heart so easily, and then you will have less heartache and scars effecting the relationship with the one you are meant to be with”.

Well that got a reaction. The women who responded to my comment was not pleased with my perspective – hence sarcasm ensued ( which I have to admit I loved. It totally cracked me up) she said:

“Why didn’t I think of this” before ” Of COURSE I should know better than to fall in love. because giving your heart to someone is always an intentional, willful choice!”

I think she missed the point of what I said ( or maybe she didn’t, and chose to respond like that – whatever floats your boat). That is why I am choosing to clarify here.

I am explicitly saying LOVE IS A CHOICE.Da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ( nod to The Croods). The truth is we choose to love people who complement us, or people who add drama to our lives. We have free will, and if you believe we don’t choose to love people then you are in essence saying we have no free will ( and wouldn’t that just suck). I mean come on, you choose to love that annoying friend that can’t be trusted, and the ass who keeps breaking your heart. We allow people to come into our lives who we know are not good for us ( not just in dating relationships ), and for whatever reason ( I can fix then, their not that bad, I see the good in them deep deep deep down, they just need someone to love them… ect. ect.ect.) we allow them to stay in our sphere.By saying that you have no choice in falling in love, you are saying I have no choice in who I allow to influence my life. That is the idea of a child not an adult.
I like the verse Proverbs 4:23 especially the New Living Translation
“Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life” there is only one man who was every worthy of determining the course of my life, and he died on a cross for me ( and you) a while back and arose again after three day ( He’s alive, He’s alive, thank God he’s alive). There is always a choice. Don’t give up your God given freedom because you simply don’t want to make a choice, and please for your sake ( and your poor bedraggled best friends out there) choose wisely. Don’t fall for the I’ll be better shtick. If ( and that’s a big if) he (or she, this applies to you too guys) can get better with you then he can get better without you, and if he can’t get better without you then he is not a whole person and has some soul searching and growing up to do.

Do you believe there is no choice in love? Or do you believe as I do, that love is a choice we make? Sometimes we choose well, and other times – not so much.

I Still Believe

I believe in fairy tales. No, I’m not crazy. No, I’m not five. No! I’m not a daydreamer with unrealistic expectations. Ok, I might daydream a little ( so sue me), but I bet I do it a lot less than most artists. And when it comes to expectations, I call myself an optimistic pessimist. That should tell you something. But I believe, oooh do I believe. I believe in loyal knights, honorable princes, gentle ladies, good conquering evil, and happy endings. I believe that a spoon full of sugar does help the medicine go down. That strength, courage, love, sacrifice, and hope are more powerful than hate, deceit, fear, and evil. I believe that a way to a girls heart is through giant libraries and a single rose. I believe in wishing on stars, and the unending bond between friends and family.

Ok, I know I’m losing you here, but stick with me for a few more seconds. I know bad things happen, and sometimes the darkness seems to win ( Quick Note: Cancer sucks, as do evil bosses that try and tear you down every day). So why, might you ask, do I still believe when I fully acknowledge life is not always great? Well, because fairy tales teach us how to fight the dragons, and the evil queens. In everyday life we encounter evil, heartbreak, and injustice. Sometimes our dragons are called cancer, poverty, depression …. Fairy tales don’t seem perfect to me. Bad things happen to the characters.

Come on, think of your favorite Disney movie, how many times do they kill off the parents, but we still don’t think of them as dark depressing parables on the fragility of life. No, we sing Let It Go like it’s our national anthem. Fairy tales tell us that we have to push forward and fight back against the evil or adversities we encounter. They are simply parables that teach us not to give up. Ok, now you’re saying it’s all well and good to never give up, but what the heck am I supposed to do when my magical fairy godmother takes a wrong turn and never shows up?

I see the magic in fairy tales as allegories. Simple examples of ordinary people accomplishing extraordinary things. When someone accomplishes or overcomes something difficult are we not in awe? When you find love on a planet that has billions of people, is that not a bit magical? We encounter magical things everyday through simple acts of kindness and extraordinary gestures. It may not be the bibbiti-bobbiti-bo type, but hay it’s a magical moment when someone brings you coffee out of the blue, or better yet chocolate.

I am probably not going to convince many people to believe as I do, but perhaps they won’t condemn those of us who do believe. Fairy tales can teach us many things. For instance, they taught me that nothing ever turns out how we think it will, but it will turn out. That the loyal knights we meet might be wearing tattered armor, but it simply means their mettle was tested and they came out of the fight in the end. Sometimes a beast is not just a beast. We have to look beyond what is on the outside to see the truth. Lastly, keep this in mind ” Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage”, You have to love C.S. Lewis.

To the believers and the dreams out there, never lose that touch of whimsy. To the skeptics, let a little magic in. I promise you won’t regret it

So, let me ask you this, do you believe?