Head breaks out of the womb.
Angels scream glory across the skies unable to keep in the joy The very stars brighten with wonder. And as a mother with tears still on her face Places the newborn baby boy in a feeding troph dragged out of a cow's stall, The earth sighs in relief. Ecstatic, joyous relief. Obscure and unexpected. So like our God. Our Savior has come.
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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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