Tag: Life In A Holler

Barefoot Devotions

The Beauty In Brokenness

Hannah B.

Brokenness. A word that often reminds me of past hurts and perhaps even hurts that are fresh on your heart. Unfortunately, we live in a broken world and are bound to face a trial and tribulation during our life. Everyone has some sort of brokenness that they have moved on from or have allowed to take over their mind. Maybe the pain has caused some hearts to harden.

No matter what you have experienced in life, your hurts are yours and you are allowed to feel the emotions that come along with them. They make you, you but we can’t allow them to get the best of us. To me, the most amazing thing is that God already knows what we feel and what we think. Even when we can’t express them ourselves, He knows. I hope that you have discovered that during your trials, God is there and there is an ultimate reason for your suffering. It sucks. There isn’t a nicer way to say it but I’ve learned to step back and ask God, “What is the take away from this, what am I missing? Show me. Make it as clear as hitting me in the head with a cast iron skillet because you know I’m not going to get it right away.” Yeah. I pray that. Jesus knows I need that extra bam.

I’ve recently had a trial of my own that I thought I was okay and I would just move along. Today had other plans for me. Feelings of hurt, betrayal, and anger consumed me like a raging fire. Thank God for the people He has placed in my life to speak truth to me when I need it and especially when I am at my weakest and most ugliest self.

I found myself in prayer and luckily I got my extra bam today. Even if it wasn’t what my flesh wanted, it was what my soul needed. And that my friends are the best outcome.

Only God can take someone that is broken and make them whole again. In that there is real beauty as Our Maker puts us back together. Not just beauty that surpasses anything we could ever imagine but in the end we will be perfectly put together by the hands of Jesus.

Until then I will enjoy allowing Jesus to take my broken pieces and mend them back together because even though it hurts there is refuge in His arms. The peace He allows to radiate through me is far better than any fleshly emotion I could ever feel. And you know what the best part is, He isn’t finished with me. In the end, I will be put together perfectly by His perfect hands for His perfect purpose.

My love,

Hannah B. (2)

Barefoot Devotions

When Seasons Change 

Hannah B.

Today has been a whirlwind of emotions and I really don’t even know where to begin. One thing that is certain is that God’s plan and reasoning are perfect. The seasons of life’s many ups and downs, the tears, the sadness, happiness, and joy – it’s perfect even when we feel like the trials will rip us apart and spit us out into crumbled pieces.

Have you ever felt that way? I have lots of times especially today. As I was driving my son to school, it hit me that we are in an entirely new place than last year. New state. New scenery. New school. Every inch of this place is different. It’s opposite of Atlanta. I didn’t know what else to do so I cried to go home. I wanted the comfort of home, my mom, my family, and friends. To be able to just sit on the front porch of the house I grew up in or to go on a walk with my best friend on our street. I’ve done a semi-good job about holding in my crazy emotions but today just grabbed me and sucked me into a pool of emotions. It was needed. It was refreshing in the way a good cry can be.

Then I thought to myself… This was prayed for and this is what God provided. This is where God  said, “Go.” This is where I am. I am different. I am in a different season and it is a good season. I am in God’s perfect season for my life. Regardless of what we may experience in life, God’s plan will always be perfect for the seasons we endure. After all, He knew us before we were in our mother’s womb and He knows His plans for our life. He has the seasons of my life in the palm of His hand. What more can a girl ask for?

Xoxo,

Hannah B.

Life In A Holler

Just a stroll through our holler.. 

Hannah B.

We live in what used to be its own community with a general store, a post office (post to come, you can still mail packages and letters), a church, and the old bridge is in our back yard. It used to be the only way in and out. Three families take up this holler and by families I mean their whole family tree SO we really are the only outsiders but they accept us. The boys are loving how they get popsicles from both neighbors, Tater and Prod. It may not be home but it’s the next best thing.