Hannah's Heartstrings

I have read stories from women whose men were overseas for six months to a year or more. They would talk about getting calls from their loves, seeing their faces on webcams, getting letters and any other form of contact as if it were the most incredible thing in the world. They gushed over the tiniest bit of

I've written about how it takes a hero to truly capture a guy's heart. But in reading the comments on my post, and thinking further, I realized something was missing from my thoughts. Or rather the expression of my thoughts...the thought was there, I just forgot to say it.It takes a hero to capture the heart of the

I was first introduced to Pesto when my friend Michele C. gave us some with her homemade bread. We ate way too much of the wonderful stuff. :) As my diet changed over the past 2 years, I found that I could not eat Pesto in its original form (parmesan cheese, basil, garlic, olive oil, basil). So my

"My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb and as the showers upon the grass." Duet. 32:2I don't just read my Bible. I absorb it. Its not just an activity. Its an experience. "This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath

Deep in the heart of every girl, whether she admits it or not, she longs for a hero. She wants to be swept off her feet by the dashing, courageous prince charming. She wants to be the princess that her man will fight for. She wants to touch that brave and wild heart of gold with own tender,

"I've got my memoriesAlways in side of meBut I can't go back,Back to how it was..."It's all forward from here. So much has changed. I have changed. Where I've come from has shaped me into who I am now. But there's no going back. What was is past. This is now and this is beautiful."Belief over miseryI've seen

It’s the silliness of his Facebook picture being one of you,Knowing that you’re both counting the days ‘till you say “I do”.It’s the missing, waiting and the longing that makes your heart sing,And the look in his eyes that makes you proud to be the girl that wears his ring.It’s the sound of his voice when he says

“It is who you are, not just what you do.” –Reb BradleyJosh Harris recently posted an article by Reb Bradley entitled “Homeschool Blindspots”. It has hit homeschool circles like wildfire. I was no exception to those that read it and reposted it.I told my friend and Auntie Lisa that I felt empty after reading the article. I couldn’t

As I look back through the pages of my lifeI see pieces marked with joy and some with strifeThe hurt seems to stand out so much further than I’d likeIt never fully goes away, though I always wish it mightBut then I seeSomeone smiling at meAnd in a moment I’d go back down every broken roadI’d relive all

The choices you’ve made have brought you hereThe consequence fills your heart with fearYou searched for love in all the wrong placesInstead you found hurt wearing all love’s facesYou’re left with a flower, bruised but still livingYou cry when you think of the life that you’re givingSo much is lost, but something is foundA decision waits in your

I came to three rather prominent conclusions today. 1. Sometimes I really hate internet chat. It is so hard to decipher people's feelings and thoughts through typed messages. Its so much easier when you're able to see their faces and hear their voices. Online chat can be the best thing in the world, but there are times when

My heart bathed in peace I smiled to myself And felt A strange sensation. Something was gone But I hadn’t missed it. Everything was right Yet something was lost. Then in hit me Like the sun’s brightness as it breaks the dawn, I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I should be, for there is so much

The past attempts to weigh me down As fears would grip my heart. I almost missed what was right in front of me All for looking at my own scars. Giving up what I couldn’t hold; I’d wanted something that wasn’t true. A new dance was there, I almost didn’t see; Forgiving myself was the least I could

I am scared I am small Far beyond my comfort zone I pray and I dream Stand shaking all on my own I’ve made every move that I dared I’ve stepped out do much further than before I open my hands and painfully wait No way to do less, no way to do more Am I in the

I am weird in more ways than one, but I am weird for a good reason. It has taken me two years to get to where I am now and you couldn’t pay me to turn around and go the opposite way. I enjoy this sane, peaceful, balanced and almost powerful feeling way too much to go back.

The following entries are my heartthrobs over the past couple days, dealing with fear and realizing something about my life.July 9, 2011I am such a fearful creature. I am afraid of so much. I fear, most of all, confrontation, broken bones, house fires and romance. The first three, I often have good reasons to fear. But romance...yeah. Now

"Incompleteness is not the result of being single, but of not being full of Jesus. Only in the process of reckless abandonment to Jesus does any woman ever finally understand that, in Him, she is complete. When two 'incomplete' singles get married, their union will not make them complete. Their marriage will be simply two 'incomplete' people trying

So I wrote this a couple months ago, and just finally got around to posting it. :D Back story: I have a huge heart for adoption and have dreamt several times about a little girl. She's always the same...about 2 years old and blonde. I never know her name, but I know that I've adopted her. So this

Foolish heart, where have you gone?Why have you been running so long?Wisdom told you not to goInstead you choseTo follow false and silent whispers.Foolish heart, now you pay the priceOne that was loved, now one that is despisedNow you learnNow you turn and lift your teary eyes to look for love.And now the question burning lingersAs salty drops

So many voicesSo many demandsHow do I feel? And what do I think?Faces pressing in around meWaiting for my next move“What next? What now?Make your decision fast, girl.”I strive to hold a standardAmidst voices demanding my reasonsTrying to get me to doubtTrying to make me question what I know is right.I cannot please everyone,Hard as I try.There are

(So…as my last post was a ranting, raving bit of words that were probably too harsh, I shall go back to being sweet and flowery here…)What a month! God is so infinitely good.I have just two of the most glorious weekends of my life.May 13-15 held the first ever GenerationNEXT Retreat, here in Pennsylvania, and despite my worries

Why are the simplest things so difficult?When will men and women take their places? Men need to stand up and be the wild warriors God made then to be. Women need to step back and let their men be men, and be happy riding shotgun in the adventure instead of driving.I see so many men held handicapped by

I am built up and torn downI smile and cry, say yes and noUncertain rules stem from an uncertain heartMy core wishes and values seek totranslate each move, each wordIs this right? Is this wrong?I reach forwardI pull backLike touching something far too hotI’ve been burned beforeYet still I play with fireSo much won andSo much lostIs this

*I discovered this, lost in one of my forgotten folders. :D *The Warrior is a ChildA Story By Hannah McMichael, June 2008Inspired by Twila Paris's song "The Warrior is a Child"She was a warrior. A great warrior. All who were even remotely acquainted with her admired her. She was brave and beautiful. She fought with nobility and grace.