Butterflys in my Tum

I'm heading to church now. (No doubt we will arrive late since mom is still in the shower). I'm very nervous today. It feels life those butterflys in my stomach have grown to Godzilla proportions overnight. I'm going to be dancing in front of my church today. This would be fine and normal, only this isn't choreographed to a song or anything. This is competly free, think of it as you go, holy spirit dancing. And i'm so nervous. I do have wing flags, and as long as I don't whack anything/anyone I should be fine. I hope.

Pray for me!

Whispers and Wings,

~Hannah Hoo

Training and Thunder

Psalm 81:6,7

(God)

I removed his shoulder from the burden;

His hands were freed from the baskets.

You called in trouble, and I delivered you;

I answered you in the secret place of thunder.

AND

Psalm 144

Praise be to the LORD my Rock,

who trains my hands for war,

my fingers for battle.

He is my loving God and my fortress,

my stronghold and my deliverer,

my shield, in whom I take refuge,

who subdues peoples under me.

Love, Hope, and Joy,

~Hannah Hoo

Skeletons in My Inbox

Have you ever opened your email box only to be greeted by a army of long, boring, questioning, important emails? The ones that you mark as unread and let age like fine wine? Well, I seem to have an epidemic of these such emails.

After much avoiding and guilt, I was struck with a brilliant solution. I scooped up all those dusty emails and stuffed them into two files: "Possibly Important" and "Need to Reply Eventually". This has worked quite well for me. A reminder of an upcoming test? Toss it into "PI". An extensive "How are you?" from a person hardly remembered? Bundled into the "NTRE". A temporary solution to a problem, but a solution nonetheless.

Suggestions on what to do instead? Post a comment and I'll be sure to read it.

Lovely Doves,

~Hannah Hoo