Top 5 Blog Posts of 2014

5.) The Downside of Superpowers

Wish you had superpowers? Do you want invisibility, so you can be introverted and extroverted at the same time? Flight, so you can travel the world for free? Or mind control, so you can, well, control minds? Maybe you should reconsider…

4.) Book Review- Skin Game (#15 of The Dresden Files) by Jim Butcher

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know you were expecting me to share words of wisdom with you, maybe say something to you about God and your soul and forgiveness and redemption. Ans all those things are good things that need to be said in the right time, but . . . honestly, Harry. I wouldn’t be your friend if I didn’t point out to you that you are behaving like an amazingly pigheaded idiot.”

– From Chapter Twenty of Skin Game by Jim Butcher

3.) Book Review- The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

“Is it bad that I am so impressed by author John Green that I begin to make things up to be impressed about, like for instance, his name. Only a humble, incredibly talented, un-auspicious person would use the simplest form possible of his first and last names as his author name. The fact that he doesn’t spell Green with an unnecessary ‘e’ on the end makes me sigh. It’s ridiculous.”

2.) Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

I searched You Tube for this “new” version of an old song, only to discover it was the version sung by Richie Havens in 1969 at Woodstock! I am a hippie at heart and it totally gave me the excuse I needed to add it to The Red String soundtrack! Peace, love and Richie Havens…
This one’s for Li and Ainsling.

1.) Book Review- Eleanor & Park

Omaha. Somewhere in middle America. This is the setting for Rainbow Rowell’s 2012 award-winning teen romance novel.

Well, since the book reviews are so popular, I’m going to set a goal for 2015 to post one book review every month.
Look for the next one in early January. I will be reviewing Water Walker by Ted Dekker. If you have any requests for future book reviews, please let me know in a comment!

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I Am An Artist

I am an artist.

I can find inspiration in a dirty shoelace.

I like color.

I wake up in the middle of the night with ideas.

I take risks.

I celebrate.

I can’t just wear clothes, they have to mean something.

I dive in headfirst and sometimes discover I’m in the shallow end.

I obsess.

I have crazy dreams.

I will be late because being on time is boring.

I hate boring.

I bring light to the darkness, truth to the lie, and hope to the broken.

I work harder.

I laugh.

I search for inspiration.

I can spend days working on a project when I’m inspired.

I feel the rhythm and it alters my heartbeat.

I try.

I don’t like art, I breathe art.

I strive for perfection until I become a slobbering mass of worthlessness in need of a long nap.

I give my heart away and let people break it.

I can’t stop caring.

I cry.

I make it up as I go.

I understand exactly what I mean and assume you do too.

I need appreciation.

I can’t sit still.

I make a lot of mistakes.

I feel.

I question my worth.

I think too much.

I am passionate about everything I do.

I am messy.

I can harness pain.

I learn.

I grow.

I am an artist.

To Rescue Me- The Choir

When I can’t hold on much longer
To a rope weathered and frayed
When I can’t find hope and I’m losing faith

The Savior reaches in
To still the howling wind
To calm the storm within
To rescue me
To rescue me

When I think I might surrender
To the vengeance of the tide
When I’m lost in sin and I don’t see light

The Savior reaches low
Under the torrid flow
To save my sinking soul
And rescue me

The Savior calls my name
When I feel most ashamed
He comes to take the blame
And rescue me
To rescue me
To rescue me

Discover The Choir (Derri Daugherty and Steve Hindalong)

Please proceed to step out of the woods.

Writers often get into ruts and this is a great reminder to not stay in them.

hannah brencher.


You are more than the things you tell yourself on repeat. 

My god, you have no idea how badly I want to believe in those words. I want to say them on repeat. I want to grab people in public places and just shake them real good while those words shoot out of my mouth like promises I know I can keep.

You are more than the things you tell yourself on repeat. 

I wrote them in my palm. I kept opening and closing up my hand just so I could see those words, suck them in, believing for longer than a second that the words are true. They’re written in ink. I never want to stop reading them. I keep thinking they’ll act like a cloak that hangs over my shoulders and keeps me protected from the doubt and the insecurity that try to come crawling beneath my…

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