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we are certain | gracious uncertainty

"The nature of the spiritual life is that we are certain in our uncertainty. Consequently, we do not make our nests anywhere. Our common sense says, “Well, supposing I were in that condition…” We cannot presume to see ourselves in any circumstance in which we have never been. Certainty is the mark of the commonsense life—gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life. To be certain of God means that we are uncertain in all our ways, not knowing what a day may bring forth. This is generally expressed with a sigh of sadness, but rather, it should be an expression of breathless expectation. We are uncertain of the next step, but we are certain of God." —Oswald Chambers

i'm sitting here in a coffee shop, listening in on parts of talks of grace & the gospel. the movement of people in and out the door and the clattoring of dishes with a faint sound of Mumford & Sons in the background behind the background. i'm not much for coffee, but i do love the shops.

nowadays, i continue learning the exact same things that i was a week ago. a month ago. a year ago. strange, but my pride never imagined i would still be on my knees pleading for more and more grace...pleading for a heart that says with joy, "yet not as i will but as you will, Lord." asking for more and more mercy. more and more trust + thankfulness instead of anxiousness. i didn't imagine a lot of things, for that matter. fickle, fickle, heart! the nights where my soul is anchored down feeling lonely haven't gone away. the days where i come continually with empty hands, wrecked by my unworthiness and selfishness, realizing that i can't do it, that only Jesus can, haven't stopped.

the days ahead scream with uncertainty, and frankly, it scares me. i wish it didn't. my flesh desires worry instead of resting in the sufficiency and sovereignty He promises. it's sin, not the cross to which i should cling. instead of asking for wisdom, I doubt and waiver. hypocrite and double-minded, i am! how easy it is to have joy and trust Him when the times are grand and good. but when the sun goes away and the times become darker, you see how trust and counting the trials a joy are are continual battles, i think.

surrender. this is what Jesus is teaching me. surrendering my longings and anxiousness (philippians 4:6 has been wonderful); the things i grasp and hold on to. the joys of this life are so fleeting, so temporary, yet i still cling, hoping they'll fulfill. i'm seeing how wrong i am and how sinful and foolish this is as I read philippians 3:8. how often i fall short & despair! BUT how good it is that i'm forgiven over and over because of Jesus (Just read Romans 8 or Ephesians 2). i'm learning, once again, how my circumstances are no mistake (because my times are in His hands, thus, He is sovereign) + for my good ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE (see romans 8:28), not mine.

i'm realizing how every day is being used to transform me more and more like Him and it's producing a comfort as i run into the arms of my Savior, and also, a steadfastness. i'm learning, that yes, He is enough. there's comfort and rest in that. praise Him that the same grace that has carried me here is the same grace that will carry me home (just read Isaiah 40). praise Him that there's certainty in the uncertainty & praise him for coffee shops.

Sincerely, Hannah

Midnight title.

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From my instagram, @hannah_forsberg.

Dearest Reader,

It’s midnight— I can barely keep my eyes open, and I don’t regret the silence here one bit. Truthfully, I admit that I’ve even tried sharing my heart…but the right words never came or wove together. The privilege of vulnerability and the boasting of Yahweh and His goodness brings such joy. I’ve missed it. I really have. But also with silence and privacy is a sweetness I wouldn't trade for anything. 2014 has been so very full. I’m in awe of all its bringings.

I’ve spent these past few months asking, seeking, knocking, finding, growing— walking through the valleys and looking to the glory above. Reading through the Psalms of God's kindness and through James, a bondservant who remained faithful until the end...through The Cross Centered Life & Trusting God that challenge and encourage my soul. Realizing that through the uncertainty, there is much to remain certain of. To be low is to be high, to have faith is to trust, to love is to die to self. To be brought to your knees, cut to the core, shaken all over, is to hear the words of love.

There’s been much surprising joy, aching sorrows, and wonderful grace. Comfort in loving arms and singing of light in darkness’ midst. Resting knowing that I am where I ought and everything will turn out alright because of sovereignty’s promise. Hearing the sweet words of, "Do not fear." (Lamentations 3:57) It’s been a sweet season, winter has. Funny how you never think a valley could last so long or run so deep. Normally I’m not a fan of the season, but I’m realizing that now, deep down, I’m beginning to become rather thankful for it and the time to slow down and ponder His love in the morning and His faithfulness at night.

How has winter been treating you?

Cheers, friend. Hannah

Margaret Ann & Little Asher

About a year ago, Margaret Ann brought little Asher into the world. And let me tell you, witnessing the love, tenderness, joy between baby and mama is so so precious. Being privileged to capture this meaningful part of their story literally means the world to me; I love that I'm able to document a part of their testimony. Every image makes my heart swell over and over. I hope yours does the same, too. MARGblog-1

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And then, it snowed.

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Two days ago, we had a snow day which caused all of the Atlanta area to shut down. Entirely. The flakes came fast and fell hard, taking everyone by surprise and starting a panic...It was an adventure that I'll never forget.  My mom said she wanted to drive me to work even though the snow wasn't supposed to fall until the late afternoon, but the weather had other things in mind. By 10AM things were becoming steadily worse and worse,  causing us to close the chicken store early. We ran around like our heads chopped off in a rush to finish everything and get home as quickly as we could. After waiting over an hour and a half for my mom to grab me from the mall, taking the journey home was even worse. At this point, my migraine activated and we waited for over two and a half hours to get home. Desperate times call for desperate measures and that included taking a treacherous hill; praying we wouldn't get stuck. But we did. Panic set in and I could feel the tears, but all of the sudden, someone came by in their four wheeler asking if we needed to be pushed up. Tears now of joy and thankfulness. At this point my face was burning up and everything ached; so snow from the top of the car was the answer. I'm thankful for the kind souls (KSU students) who appeared later and stepped up to help direct traffic and push cars up another terrible hill. To say the least, I'm so excited to be a part of that school next autumn. We spent over 5 hours trying to get home on a journey that should have taken 15 minutes. I've never been more happy to see the old oak at the front of our neighborhood. Arriving home safely (and not having to abandon our car), and having a mother who learned to drive in New York and who was wise enough to tell me I couldn't drive to work, was only by the goodness of God. Seriously.

After coming home, only a few minutes of light remained and I took the opportunity. I also went out again yesterday to grab a couple more photos before it all melts away. There's a reason why I live down south and why I long for green to come again, but honestly, these winter times are starting to grow on me a little bit more.

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"The Christmas story: The promise, the manger, the life, the cross, the empty tomb; all so that we would be called the children of God." —Paul David Tripp

Thank you all so very much for all of your love and support this past year! God is overwhelmingly good and kind. Have a jolly, joy-filled rest of your Christmas. <3