"During the chorus of this next song, I want everyone to raise their hands and sing as loud as possible. And really listen to the words you're singing. And I want to tell you this. Jesus is in this room, worshiping with you, right now." 400 or so children are lowered to their knees. "Bless the Lord, oh my soul. Oh my soul, worship his holy name. Sing like never before. Oh my soul, worship his holy name." 800 hands lift in the air. The words are sung and the sound rolls over the stage like a wave during a thunderstorm, powerful. 400 voices blessing the name of the Lord. I'm overwhelmed. My throat closes and I can barely sing. I may just break down right here and now on stage. I look over the crowd of children and I feel it. I can feel the darkness tremble. And I can feel the demons run.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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