Hannah's Heartstrings

In the past months, the internet has been extraordinarily filled with news about the infamous Josh Duggar, as well as others who have taken inappropriate sexual liberties whilst preaching christian values. Alongside all the chatter, the shock, and the judgment of these people, I have seen an uptick in articles, blog posts, and Facebook conversations, discussing how these

Please tell me it isn't so! What do I do with this? Where do I go? This new information that rocks my world Begins by begging that grace be unfurled. No! I scream. This is much too wrong! This sin has gone on far too long. My flesh wants justice. I want revenge; I am not your family!

Generic words so swiftly spoken. Designed by pros to fix the broken. Blindly spewing, like lines of a script, Never knowing how my heart is ripped. Taking sacred words, twisting into your own. Amazing, how you think you've grown. How wise you are! How I bow to your mind! How I ignore your words, though well-meaning and kind.

I recently ready this article, and it hit home for me in a unique way. Perhaps not like the author intended, but it created thoughts in my little head that I was eager to share. The author told how she went through various body changes throughout her life, going back and forth from "bombshell skinny" to "mom of five

During my teenage years, I used to sit around and wonder what God wanted me to do. I would pray fiercely for Him to reveal His will to me and to tell me what to do. There were many times when I became so confused by what was happening in my life, especially at times when I was