Hi! I’m Hannah. A 20 something trying to figure out how to make plans in pencil, trust the Lord more than I trust myself, be loving and gracious when I don’t feel like it, and live healthfully – in every area – while still having 6 different kinds of cheese in my fridge and chocolate stashed in my freezer.
I love Jesus. A lot. And I take Him for granted. A lot. I love food, both the preparing and the consuming of it, partially because of genetics, but also because I have seen God do some incredible things in people when they feel wanted and welcome at someone’s dinner table. Some of my favorite moments in my entire life have come from a meal and conversation shared with family and friends, and I can’t even question that some of the success of the Acts Church had to come from the fact that they regularly broke bread together and spent time being real in each other’s lives.
The title of this blog comes from a verse in Psalms 18. The author is writing about death and destruction that have come calling and that upon calling out to the Lord for rescue, He thunders in, destroys all of the enemies and rescues the author from the treacherous location he found himself in. “They attacked me at a moment when I was in distress, but the Lord supported me. He led me to a place of safety, he rescued me because he delights in me.”
The idea that the Lord delights in me is a hard one to fathom when I know “the real me”. How often I don’t fit this “ideal” biblical womanhood standard I’ve grown up with, how often I am obstinate that “I don’t know” is an acceptable answer, how often I flounder with nothing but grace to bring me back, how often I get off on a social justice or feminism or science and creation tangent, how much I long to trust the Lord while failing so spectacularly at remembering to trust the Lord when I feel like I’ve been set adrift. To think that in all of this, He will gladly come to my rescue because He delights in me, and has equipped and called me to love and do what I can to come to the rescue for others…is often more than I know how to handle, let alone put into words.
I don’t always feel like I have this Christian (or this adulting) thing nailed down, and more often than not I feel like I am walking away from the group with nothing but Grace to anchor me to anything. Truth be told, I’m not sure I’m doing much of any of this right, but I know that God can and will use me here, and that I can’t outrun or misplace God in the midst of this chaos we call life. Maybe you need to remember that’s true for you too, maybe you want to be entertained as I bump around in the dark, maybe you’re just here for the stock photos I find.
Whatever the case may be, I’m glad you’re here, and I’m honored that you’re taking even a small part of this journey with me.