The Intentional Life

 Hannah. Today you turned 8. It's so cliche, but it's true. Those 8 years went fast.  And over those 8 years so many things have remained true. You are loud.  The teachers at school do not believe me because you are so quiet, but they need to spend a day with you outside of the classroom to find out.  From the moment you were born, with you loud piercing cry that even made the doctor and several nurses comment on the noise, you have made yourself known.  You live life loud. With singing and dancing and weird noises and laughter. You love art.  The one time you are not loud, is when you are creating your art. Painting, sculpting, drawing, illustrating your books, coloring, making creations out of boxes. You do it all and love it all. You have a heart for the hurting.  You pray daily for your friends and for "those people who love Jesus and are hurt because they do." You ask me about my friends who you know are sick. Asking if they are better yet. You are o

I confess, I have not been doing the best as of late with the blogging.  I miss the writing.  Putting the thoughts that bounce around in my head into words on a digital page.  But there are currently other things in my life that are taking precedence.  I only pray that when I have the time to sit and type that God will bring the words back to me.  Not so that I can impress others, but merely so I have in print these ideas that float in and out so quickly.   March was here. And then it wasn't.  It toyed around with us pretending to be Spring for 24 hours and then plunged us into snowy white Winter the next.  I have to give it credit, most of it's month consists of Winter, but when the last 3rd of the month rolls around, we are ready for the temps to increase a bit and the sun to stick around. But, like other things in life, one must roll with the punches. So we found other reasons to be thankful when we couldn't be thankful for cold. Most importantly, Easter, an