Grace upon Grace

God is an author. Of course that is a word I have heard used to describe the Lord a few times. Yet, the longer I follow Him, I start to see moments of faith come full circle. Those are the moments where I see the most the unique story writing abilities of our God. This summer I spent ten weeks at a middle school church camp. This is the camp where I have experienced both some of my best and worst moments. Camp is easy, except for when it’s not. As routine as the days were, my roles for each week switched up just enough that I can honestly say that I was challenged by something (in a good way that helped me grow as an individual) each day. The thing that makes camp totally worth it, though, are the countless number of Jesus moments that I experienced or witnessed day in and day out. Some are subtle, like when the staff worked together so well that we got the dishes done soon enough to have time to take a nap before heading out to afternoon rotations. Others are more obvious, like ...

It was Monday afternoon. I was sitting in the back corner of my Pharmacology lecture, my computer open, powerpoint pulled up, doing my best to focus. Truth is, I wasn’t doing a very good job at it.  I don’t have a clue what the lecture was over… something about poop, I think? Anyway, my brain was fried, I had a bazillion things on my “to do” list (or should I say, “soon due” list) and my professor seemed to be speaking another language. An hour in to the 3 hour lecture, I was getting fidgety. I am a very touchy-feely person. I need something my hands can mindlessly play with while my brain focuses. Today, there was a zit on my face. The hands accidentally picked the zit. The zit started to bleed. Uncontrollably. In the middle of lecture. Oh no. I did what any good nursing student would do, APPLY PRESSURE. But it wasn’t subsiding. It was getting little ridiculous and I was getting a little panicked. I needed backup. I quickly and quietly snuck out of lecture and darted for the ba...

The most precious thing I have ever received is the grace of God. He tells me over and over again that I am Hannah Grace, he shows me grace; grace upon grace. He did not just show me grace as a one-time act when he died a brutal death for me on a cross. Yet even if that was the only time he showed me grace, it would be enough for me to bow down on my face and worship him out of complete reverence & thanksgiving. The crazy thing is, his grace does not stop there. That is what baffles my mind. He gives me more grace. Every. Single. Day. I love Psalm 139. David expresses how intricately the Lord knows us. David states, “You have searched me and known me!.. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it all together…” The part of the psalm that really blows my mind is when David says, “If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!” When I read that, I think, boy! How many times have I literally made my bed in hell and camped out there for a while because I had a...

Dear God, You've never ever ever told me I have to know what's going to happen. You've never told me I have to do it alone. You've never told me I need to know what tomorrow will hold, where to go when I graduate, who I am going to marry or how I am going to pay for my next semester of college. You've never asked, "Hannah, do you know where I am leading you?" You've never asked me if I know the answers to my tests. You've never asked me my opinion about how I would like my life to turn out ten years down the road. You've never expected me to know anything. And tonight I come to you & this is what you say: Be still and know that I am God. Once I know that you are God, I will know the purpose for my life. I will know where my next meal will come from. I will know who will provide for college. I will know who the love of my life is, and that is You. I will know where you want me to go, when it is time to go. I will know where you are lea...