Blog

Explore My News,
Thoughts & Inspiration

RSS Feed

Subscribe

Subscribers: 1

test



I’m discovering something about life here

Its still. Its slow. It’s kind. It’s simple. It’s profound. It’s peace. It’s love.

It’s what I want. It’s all you want for me Lord. And it’s what I will want.

Jesus come.

It’s receiving. It’s giving out of the place of having received.

It’s You God. It’s all about You

My hardened heart burdened of the suffering of the world is melting here, with this book about simple love and music and sunlit childhood, I’m brought back to what it means to be a child in a family that loves and just fellowships together.

It’s beautiful. It’s Eden

 

Just receive

We stayed in a Christian trailer park community ranch with a world race alumni couple (more in this blog for why our time with them was cut short). 

We got to experience awesome worship (David’s Tent). There, I felt led to receive and do nothing but that.

Don’t even lift your hands or sing the words if it’s out of effort. 

The themes of one worship set were  simplicity, further surrender of our hearts over to Him, and an image of God weeping at the praise of angels. 

 

It’s all He wants –  your praise and 
acknowledgment of how much He loves you

(our host with his daughter)

 

When will you get it?!

It’s not about you,

and your worth is not from what you do

Sometimes the best thing you can do is rest in God and enjoy Creation and fellowship.

The enemy can’t have you when your rested and know

you are loved regardless

 

The silence where He is, stunning

He sings Norah Jones – come away with me over me

 I can’t save the world

He already did that

 

The nuances of who He is are beyond number

What’s your motivation? 

I do it all out of knowing I’m loved unconditionally

That the Father’s love would be at home in me

may it all be out of love

 

Loving me empowers you to obey my commands and my Father will love you so deeply that we will come to you and make you our dwelling place. - John 14:23

I find the river of life flowing from the sanctuary.

See that the faith I follow is so much bigger and greater than a church building.

It’s vast, mysterious, lovely, holy, majestically, wondrous, triumphant.

 

 

Like the sparkling particles of sand that shine in the waves, it’s full of so many components.

You have to look to see them (seek revelation to get more revelation – Matthew 25:29). Like Zion and the restoration of Jerusalem. 

Allow the love of God to have a home in you, the dwelling place.

 

 

It’s so poetic and beautiful. I’m falling in love all over again. 

This is the chapel on the ranch/trailer park we stayed at. I laid down on the floor after a couple of us had communion and reflected on Jesus’ sacrifice.

The Lord sweetly whispered that I am like those windows reflecting light in from the Lord and out to the world. California was a time where I ceased to strive and do for God. To be. To receive what Jesus has. I need not do anything…which is so much harder than I thought to live out. 

Out of that place of knowing how dearly loved I am by the Father, may I live and have my being. 

 

A healing miracle

One night we went evangelizing with a world race alumni and some local young men.

Under a seaside bridge, Anabelle and I made a team. 

We were by young men with alcohol bottles in their hands, and I was apprehensive when Anabelle felt led to approach them. They asked us if we wanted to get lit.

I said, “lit on Jesus!”

Immediately, their demeaner changed. One of them in particular, C, wanted to talk, as the others walked away or were distracted. 

Anabelle asked if C had any pain. He said he did in his wrist. We prayed healing over his wrist. C was on the phone and was like “this is magic.” Swaying his hand back and forth, looking at it, dumbfounded. We prayed again and the pain left.  

He was clearly living one foot in the world and one foot in the Lord, but he got our numbers and wanted to talk more. We got to pray over his whole group. And I was so grateful that I didn’t listen to my instinct but her leading from the Spirit. 

I pray in Jesus Name that now is not my time of greatest faith And authority, but that each passing year both will increase, more salvations and healings and deliverance and intimacy with God and others, press in

 

You don’t know the effect that you have just existing as someone who’s been with the Lord

 

On the right of the above picture is Daisey.

A profound 17 year old will always mark my time in Vista, CA. Her connection to the spiritual realm is awe-inspiring. She came over to hang out and ended up praying supernatural prayers over us with her healing hands and childlike faith/joy. 

She shared her struggles in vulnerability. Ever since talking to us, she claimed to have peace that she hadn’t in a long time. She wrote in this sweet note that we showed her God’s love at exactly the time she needed it. 

 

Simple glory

 

I love Holy Spirit how He weaves themes from person to person and for a specific time. The gentle voice and nudges.  

One day we did “ATL” (ask the Lord). Usually we pray and images, names, or prophecies come to mind so that evangelism will be more effective (ex: this blog). 

Lauren felt like that day needed to be something different. Along with the themes many of us had been feeling, she felt the Lord telling her that we needed to not strive but enjoy – to look for God in everything. 

As Lauren was hearing that from the Lord, I imagined a woman with a scarf playfully glancing back at a man. I also had this prayer “Christ to me left, Christ to me right” on my heart to pray over us. 

Kylie, Lauren, and I found God in the decadence of a donut, the generosity of a store owner, the mediums of paint, the joy of simple passions, the beauty of lighting, and my favorite…

dolphins jumping across the horizon. We swam with them in the refreshing blue.

Lauren heard “play” so we did. God made us and Creation for days like that. It all sings His praises. It was exactly what we needed as we so often feel the heaviness and pain of the world on mission, constantly fighting for each other. 

The woman with the alabaster jar (Mark 14:3) “wasted” all her money (worldly resources) on Jesus. Are we willing to do the same even if it doesn’t make sense to the world?

 

Is it okay to first and foremost use the money we fundraised and the time we were given to pour it out on Jesus, minister to his heart?

 

Give him what is precious to you (a gesture of extreme devotion). Jesus loves when we honor Him. Help the poor yes, but honor Him lavishly above all else. It will fill you

 

Hannah, rest

 

The meaning of Family

“Through the praise of children and infants he will establish a stronghold against his enemies” (Psalm 8). 

The freedom and joy of children cascade through the air all the way up to me at prayer rock.

The sound covers high and far, they remind you the hope of glory and not suffering

The kids are completely free. The parents are one with each other, living together

I didn’t know something so simple could move me, soften me in a fresh way.  

At this trailer park, Christian families actually spend quality time together. Our hosts chose time with family and fun experiences over the pursuit of possession and career. 

As someone who feels the weight of the world’s brokenness deeply, playing with children released me to just be and play. To see that life is still about familial love, that children can show us how to be free and joyful. 

I love that Jesus often sat with kids.


These are pictures of their house church. They will not give up on meeting together (Hebrews 10:25). It was so beautiful. The Lord was present. No judgment. Every one is a contributor, including the children. As I write this, I ache in missing them all. 

I got deep with some of the moms who taught me even more about family. I heard their stories.

All the families were so hospitable. They can simply walk down the street and knock on each others’ doors. 

I loved their example of raising kids as the Lord’s not theirs. 

One mom described her role in the family as powerful and like the Holy Spirit – instructing, comforting, encouraging, interceding, gently nudging. 

The father we stayed with grew up in a difficult family situation, but has the calling to be a strong/good man and mentor others to do the same.

He’s a creative and was like a motivational speaker to my whole team as we overcame our fears climbing with them. 

He explained that creativity needs structure. That true freedom and satisfaction flow from good discipline and unconditional love. 

 "Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as his children. For what children are not disciplined by their father?" -Hebrews 12:7

 

You’re willing to go where others wont
And God needs you there

Tributes to my past

I got to bring my race friends to my childhood cabin in the middle of nowhere!

 
Never has there been a place more pure than GC. The drive we’re doing today fills me with comfort and familiarity and a sense of belonging when I’m in this thing where nothing is comfortable and constant.
 
I know I have to disown my life to gain it, but God the Father just showed me that He created all this for me too. 
 
 
Where the world of my past simple joys gets to merge with the world of surrender to the Person of love.
And I got to share it with these girls.
 
Nostalgia hurts and it fills.
And oh how blessed I am to have had a childhood that was full and not corrupted as many are.
 
The generations before me mattered, and Lord I want to pass it on – that you yourself would fill the earth through us. 
 

 
 
This is my love for you.
 
 
I would set that solar star bomb streak off in the sky at the exact moment you decide to pray in the spirit with your friends on the deck of your childhood. You all asked for a shooting star that you would all see. And we literally screamed at the sight of it.
 
I wish my Gram was here to see us now, she’s got to be so happy. 
 
 
I’m this good, God ensures, and I won’t cease to be

 

I even got to see one of my best friends from college. My Portland world and my Race world collided. As we prayed together, I remembered all the prayers Madi and I had prayed together in college. They all led to this moment. Every prayer mattered! She encouraged me in a way I needed. And just wait until you hear about how full circle my time in Colorado has been. 

 

As always you are abundantly loved, valuable, and sought after. May you experience the Father’s love and the beauty of all that is simple today,

<3

Hannah Jane