'tis the season!

Christmas is here. Therefore, I finally allow myself to indulge in all of my favorite Christmas movies...

Top 5 all time favorite Christmas movies and quotes:

5. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation - "Tis the season to be merry... That's my name..."

4. Love Actually - "It's my favorite part of the day, driving you... It's my saddest part of the day, leaving you..."

3. Elf - "You did it! Congratualtions! World's best cup of coffee!

2. The Holiday - "Well, hello big dollop!" 

1. White Christmas - "Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, all that snow."

thanksgiving

I wish I could say this thanksgiving was filled with some good 'ole R&R sitting around the fire, watching movies, and just simply hanging out with the fam. However, I cannot. My holiday was packed full with errands correlated to the upcoming wedding of my dear sister, cooking the meals until thanksgiving since my mother was focused on thanksgiving meal itself, cleaning the never ending mess that is our house due to a redo of the floors, shopping for bridesmaid gifts, dresses to the showers and rehearsal dinner, ... It was craziness above all crazies. (I understand that the last sentence didn't really make that much sense, but you got me, right?) 

But, here is the reason that I love holidays... up until everyone gets there you are going a mile a minute (especially if your name is Karen Frost, my mother). You are running to and fro the grocery store, picking up and packing up anything and everything that seems out of order so that all can be just right for your family members and loved ones who would really care less if they saw those shoes placed at the bottom of the stairs or the dish sitting in the sink. Your mind is racing, you never sit down and when you do, you get mad at yourself because it takes twice the effort to get back up than it would've been to just stay on your feet. The best part is when you hear the doorbell or that knock at the door. In walks in twenty or so of your favorite people, ready to spend the day with you. It is in the moments of your "Daddy Bob" quieting the room in order to say a funny rhyme he had made up to make you laugh before he prays that really make me smile. It's in his prayer that brings tears to your eyes, hearing his words of gratitude and taking the words right out of your mouth about each person in the room. I know I'm not supposed to, but I opened my eyes during his prayer this past Thursday. I looked around and first glanced at my sweet Grandmother who was sitting down due to bad knees. She is one of the most grateful and considerate people I've ever known. She will not do or say anything without it being a compliment of gratitude for who you are to her. I hope that someday I could come close to that kind of gentleness. And then there was my other Grandmama who embodies a quiet and gentle heart. She has gone through her fair share of heartache in her life. I notice her tear up when my Daddy Bob asked for a moment of silence for those that had passed. I knew the people she was thinking of, and my heart longed to take away her ache. With all the pain that she has been through, she still has that joy and spirit of life within her. And of course, there is my mother. Beautiful. Full of life and personality. She draws you in, makes you feel special when you talk to her. I kid with her about how she never stops moving, but that is a quality that I long to have. I long to have the commitment and dedication that I've never seen lacking. She is the heart of this family. 

It is in those moments during the holidays that I love. Thank you Grandmother, Grandmama, and Momma for giving me hope that somewhere inside me, I encompass some of what each one of you possess. 

redeeming love.

"...I want to go back." She stumbled and almost fell.

Michael caught and steadied her. "Just once, try trusting me, would you? Have I done anything to harm you?"

"Trust you? Why should I? You're crazy bringing me out here like this in the middle of the night. Take me back." She was trembling and couldn't stop.

"Not until you see what I have to show you."

"Even if you have to drag me?"

"Unless you'd rather ride over my shoulder."

She jerked her hand free. "Go on ahead."

"All right," he said. Angel swung around to go back but couldn't see the cabin or barn through the tress. When she turned around, she couldn't see Hosea either and panicked. "Wait," she cried out. "Wait!"

Michael caught hold of her. "I'm right here." He felt her shaking and drew her into his arms. "I'm not going to leave you in darkness." He tipped her face and kissed her gently. "When are you going to understand that I love you? Come with me..."

She tried to hold him back. "Wait, please. All right. I am afraid of the dark. Being out here reminds me of ---" She stopped.

"Of what?"

"Of something that happened when I was a child." He waited and she bit her lip. She didn't want to talk about what happened. She didn't want to think about the horror of that night. "Please. Just take me back... take me back to the cabin..."

"You don't hear me. You don't understand anything. I can't take you back. You're not going to have it your way. It's going to be my way or not at all." Michael took her hand. "Now, come on." He walked through the dark woods. Her palms were sweating, but her hand didn't lay in his hand like a dead fish anymore. She was holding on as though her life depended upon him. 

Angel heard sounds everywhere, a constant ringing and humming that came from all directions and penetrated her head. It was a quiet that was so quiet it screamed. She wanted to be back in the cabin, away from the black, moving things around her. Winged demons, watching and grinning. 

She was cold and weak from exhaustion. "How much farther is it?"

Michael swept her up in his arms and carried her. "We're almost there." The woods were behind them, the moon above making the hillsides an eerie silver gray. "Just to the top of that hill."

When he reached the crest, he set her on her feet again, and she looked around in confusion. There was nothing. Just more hills and then the mountains in the distance.

Michael watched the night breeze making her pale hair dance in the moonlight. She huddled into the quilt and glared back at him. "There's nothing here."

"Everything that matters is here."

"All this way for nothing." She didn't know what she expected. A monument. Something. She sat down, exhausted and shivering from the chill night air. The quilt wasn't enough. Ten quilts wouldn't be enough. The chill was inside her. What did he think he was doing dragging her up this hill in the middle of the night? "What's so special about this?"

Michael sat down behind her. He put his strong legs on either side of her and pulled her back against him. "Just wait."

She wanted to resist his embrace, but she was too cold to fight him. "For what?"

He put his arms around her. "For morning."

"I could've waited for that in the cabin."

He laughed against her hair. Lifting it, he kissed the nape of her neck. "You can't understand until you see it from here." He nuzzled the soft skin beneath her ear. She shivered softly. "Sleep a while if you want." He tucked her more closely against him. "I'll wake you at the right time."

She looked at the stars, tiny jewels against black velvet. She had never seen it like this before, so close she felt she could reach up and touch each bright speck of light. The night sky was beautiful. It had never looked likt this from a window. And the smell - thick, moist, earthy. Even the sounds around her became a kind of music, like the birds and insects, like the rain plinking into the tin cans in a dingy wharf shack. Then the darkness lightened. 

It began slowly, hardly noticeable. The stars grew smaller and smaller, and the black softened. She stood up, hugging the quilt around her, watching. At her back was darkness still, but before her was light: pale yellow growing brilliant, gold-streaked with red and orange. She had watched sunrises before from within walls and behind glass, but never like this...

"...that's the life I want to give you... that's what I'm offering you... Give me a chance..."

-Redeeming Love

fashioned.

i've been on the brink of tears all day. it was one of those days that, at any moment of the day, you could snap your fingers and I could fall to the floor balling. Depressed, hannah? you ask. No. Just in one of those moods. For those of you, that are males and do not understand this concept, I apologize. It is for some reason, a "gift" that has been given to us females that, unfortunately, I've heard you will never fully grasp. If you want, you could skip ahead and wait for the next blog. Female readers, sympathize with me, would you please? I feel like an alien sometimes. I feel like someone has taken the regular me and placed a psychotic and extremely way too emotional other me instead. Any show on television makes me cry. Talking in the kitchen with a friend makes me cry when it gets serious. Hearing my phone ring and seeing "home" come up on the screen makes me cry. Saying goodbye to friends that I have been saying bye to regularly for about a year now, knowing I'll see them in a month makes me cry. It is anything and everything. In these moments, I begin to realize my desperate need for something more... my need for my Savior. I am in need of knowing my God that I serve so that I can understand how and why He made me like I am. I need to dive into the scriptures that are written with truth, not feelings. In reading in Genesis, I notice that God made man, but He fashioned woman. We were made more intricately. By the hands of my love, I wasn't just put together, but I was put together with thought, with care, with wisdom. 

The hands of the Mighty One fashioned me... So, in the moments like today, I close my eyes and picture myself in his hands. Because that is WHY he made me to cry like I do, so that it would draw me into his chambers. 

last night's reading: grace

"O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, 

and it has both satisfied me and me me thirsty for more. 

I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace. 

I am ashamed of my lack of desire. 

O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; 

I long to be filled with longing; 

I thirst to be made more thirsty still. 

Show me Thy glory, i pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed. 

Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. 

Say to my soul, "Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." 

Then give me grace to rise and follow 

Thee up from this misty lowland where 

I have wandered so long."

- Crazy Love (pg. 99)

As I sat in my bed late last night, eyes drooping yet needing to read, my heart started to beat fast while I read the words off of this page. To consider grace like this - to plead for him to grant to me a deep forgiveness that I will never fully understand made pockets of tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't even finish the chapter.  I am loved. I have the gift that is grace. I am pursued. I am forgiven. 

so, i'm sick

i've been sick the last few days. not fun. in all honesty, the first few hours of rest were nice. it was good to sit and do absolutely nothing for a change. however, i am driving myself crazy. i've got nothing to say except that i am completely bored out of my mind. how do people do it? how do people just sit around and do nothing? i'm too weak to do anything. that's my excuse. 

anyone have anything interesting to keep me my mind entertained for the day?

the next picasso?

So, after talking about it for weeks, my friend Malorie and I made drove to Hobby Lobby to get our utensils for our fun night in. We stood in front of the blank canvases for a while. I finally grabbed a rectangular shaped piece that was screaming at me to become artwork. Haha - little did it know that I had never done such a thing. I have always talked about wanting to paint, and there I was finally following through with my desire. It's always been in me, I was just too scared to try it out, too scared to fail. Here I was, finally getting past my fear of making a fool of myself, and just doing it (kinda like nike, but in a more artistic sense than sporty). Next, we got our paint (30% off, by the way, the Lord knew I am on a budget), which took longer than the canvas choosing. Malorie and I discussed together what we would paint and helped each other as we looked at all of the different yellows (canary, sunshine, buttercup) and greens (forest, apple, grass). Finally selecting the colors and the rest of our tools, we made our way to Malorie's house for a night of food and artistic thought. It was so much fun! I never knew that painting would be so fun. We popped in the movie "Devil Wears Prada" and laid all of it out, ready for us to dive on in. I started to paint the night sky with a big moon, reminding me of the season of life that I am going through. It was so much more than a painting to me. It was me, facing the giant of failure. I finally surrendered to thoughts of painting badly, and just painted because I wanted to and I loved it. It was more fun than I thought. My brush stroked my feelings of what it is like to be in the night sky, but even in that darkness of unknown there is light. It was so much fun. I finished very pleased with where I had taken the painting. 

Still have much left to do with it, but so far, i am pleased. It was my first official painting. Congratulations to me. 

T.S. Eliot

"I said to my soul, be still and wait...

So the darkness shall be the light,

and the stillness the dancing."

it's cold outside!

 Top 5 reasons why I love the cold...

5. Coffee, Coffee, Coffee - I can now have my coffee without having to make it frozen and iced. Instead, I can say "extra hot" without them looking at me like I'm a freak. 

4. The leaves. Let's be honest, when you live in the south, the leaves do not truly start turning until late October. I love seeing the leaves change. The colors make me so happy. red, gold, brown, purple... beautiful...

3. Red noses and cheeks. I love watching people walk inside after being out in the cold. Their faces, along with my own are cold and flushed. So adorable. I don't know how someone could disagree with me here. 

2. Fires. YES! Now it is acceptable to have fires. The conversations that are had around a bonfire and around the fireplace are irreplaceable. Everyone is snuggled up in blankets and place themselves as close as possible to the fire without getting burned. The best is when you watch people rotate around like rotisserie chickens. ha!

1. Scarves! I LOVE wearing scarves. Whoever invented scarves, let this be my thank you. They make so much sense. They keep the wind out of your face if you pull it up around your nose. They always keep your neck warm. They also serve to accessorize when all you have on is a big coat. I love it. 

Please do the same and think of reasons why you love the weather. It makes you appreciate the small things. Thanks for listening...

"nay hoh" means hello in Cantonese :)

Already I am learning Cantonese! On my way to being fluent. Well, not really. Hello is the only phrase I really remember. Hong Kong... what can I say? Each day was filled with the knowledge that the Lord has something huge planned for this city. Every day I sat and listened to the song "God of This City" by Chris Tomlin. He truly is the God of Hong Kong, the King of the people of Hong Kong. They are so desperate to hear truth. They are a free nation until 2047, so it makes so much sense to scream and shout the name of Jesus with urgency! 

Not only did we see the need for ministry there, but we laughed a whole lot. We became closer as a staff and we enjoyed one another every second. It's crazy that the Lord has let me be a part of a team so incredible. I am humbled that He has given me six new best friends. In all honesty, it has a whole lot to do with our leader, Matt Dean. He has taught us so much and lead us to look for the best in one another and to fight for one another. I'm not sure we'd be like this if it wasn't for him. Thanks, Matt. 

Top 10 Hong Kong Moments:

10. Eating BBQ tasting spaghetti and a Portuguese? restaurant in China while playing truth or   dare with some high school students

9. Riding on the LONGEST outside escalator in the world. No exaggeration here, literally seemed never-ending. 

8. Taking "Sticky Pictures" at the photo booths with the students... one word - HILARIOUS

7. The two benches in Kowloon Tsai Park where we sat and processed and took communion together.

6. Peeing in my first Squatty Potty. Haha!

5. Smelling the most disgusting smell ever - stinky tofu. (they soak the tofu in old vegetable juice for months, then fry it and serve it on a stick with ketchup)

4. Praying at the top of the Peek where you have the best view of the whole city. 

3. Eating squid. YUCK! At least I can say I did it!

2. Watching the taxi drivers spit openly on the sidewalk. 

1. Being able to experience Passion Hong Kong and see the hearts of desperation in the small fraction of college students who attended. 

Thank you to all of you who prayed for me!

i'm back

I'm back from 10 days in Hong Kong. All I can say right now is He is so good. He is huge. He's got huge plans for that city. Just give me a few more days to "process". Then, I'll get my thoughts together. Until then, here are some pictures for you!

sister lindsey

If you have never met my sister, than I feel really sorry for you. Seriously. She may be the most amazing person I have ever met. She is my best friend, my wise counselor, laughing partner, crying partner, words of truth, all knowing of my faults and still loves me... This past weekend was a time to celebrate her commitment to the Lord and just to celebrate her as a person. I love her. I love that the Lord has given me someone so amazing to look up to. She is to be married in almost two months. I am so happy for her. I am so excited that she is about to enter into a time of new revelations from the Lord. He has new things that He wants to bring her through and therefore, have her reflecting even more of His goodness and grace. Ah - I can't wait. She is bringing me a brother. And for that, I am grateful. I could not see my life without him. Their wedding is going to be the most precious day. I cannot wait. 

(above is some pictures of all of us)

Staff

Pretty much, I'm obsessed with this staff team. Every single person on this team has challenged me to run faster and more passionately towards the cross. There is no explanation other than Christ. He has fastened this team specifically to further advance His kingdom. Pretty much, they're the bomb. I love them so much. They are my home away from home. Just thought I'd let you see the faces that I see everyday. 

(from left to right: Scott Littlepage, Jason Orme, Katie Bartlett, Me, John Pritchard, and Mary Reading Overstreet)

waiting.

Last night I received a phone call from a very dear friend of mine, Jill. She is one of those friends that speaks truth to you all of the the time. She is my defender. She stands behind me, fighting for me and making sure that my back is covered in battle. I love her. I'm blessed by her. Thanks, God. :)

During this phone conversation she tells me to read Isaiah 30:18 "Therefore, the Lord waits to be gracious to you..." Here is her response, which I asked her to email me, to this verse - 

"Then Jon Courson (a pastor out in Oregon), in his commentary refers also to the story in 1 Samuel, of Hannah crying out to God for a son. Then he explains, 'Hannah wanted a son because she was embarrassed. God, however, wanted a man through whom He could speak to His people. Therefore, in reality, it wasn't so much Hannah waiting for God all those years, but God waiting for Hannah to be in a place where she could say, 'If you bless me with a son, I'll give him to you.'

He also says, 'Wait on me because in reality, I'm waiting on you. there things I want to do for you, in you and through you that are much greater than you can even imagine. I want you to wait on me because I'm waiting for you to see what I want to do in, through, and for your life. I'm waiting for you to get to the place where I can open doors for you and pour out blessing upon you so great that your arms can't even hold it.'"

All I have to say is wow. Who would've ever thought that waiting for the Lord meant that HE was waiting on us. Puts more urgency on my daily surrender... 

holiness.

With my job, I am fortunate enough to sit directly under the teaching of Matt Dean. Every Tuesday morning, our staff team meets together to discuss and learn more about the Word of God. Our desire is to grow in our knowledge, yes, but our main goal is to know Him and make Him known in our daily lives. Recently we read a book about Leviticus. Now, if you're like me, you wonder why on earth someone would want to read more into that book of the Bible. I use to want to hurry through Leviticus so that I could get onto the more interesting stuff. There is so much more to it. I recommend reading "The Way to Wholeness" by Stedman. This book dissects Leviticus and brings it into our own reality. 

After reading this book, Matt asked each one of us to write a paper answering this question... "What does the holiness of God mean for my life?" And this is what I came up with.

I am called to be Holy as He is Holy. In other words, I am whole, as he is whole. Doing anything outside of recognizing this is me disowning the cross. The Law, which is the knowledge of God's holiness, points to the cross. In every detail of the Law, every small step it takes to become forgiven and right before the eyes of the Lord shows me the glimpse into the holiness of God. He is set apart. Through every single sacrifice, I can't help but think of the cross. I am reminded over and over again of the brokenness and inability to keep the Law of the Israelites. I am just like them, living in a broken world incapable of being in His holy presence without a sacrifice because of my sin. Because of the cross, the ultimate sacrifice, I am able to enter into that presence. All it took was one sacrifice to bring forgiveness on all people. I am forgiven, therefore, I should live forgiven. "You are to be Holy, as I, the Lord, am Holy," this is said by God knowing that the cross would occur, because the cross is the only way for me to be holy with God. It puts a fear inside of me, that draws me closer to Him rather than further away. Why? Because to understand His holiness, means for me to understand mine. I can never be separated from Him. So I seek Him to know who I am and to understand my priesthood. "In Him, I live and move and have my being..." This is what I know. This is what it means for me today.

 

What does the holiness of God mean for YOUR life?

only tears you should cry, cry laughing

i enjoyed my weekend so much that i needed to share it with you. 

Friday. Walked over to my friend, Jason's, house where I enjoyed a nice cup of coffee along with laughter provided by Scott Littlepage, a friend that God has allowed me to get to know the last two months. If you don't know him, you should, because he might be one of the funniest people I know right now - and he thinks he's funny too, which makes it even better. These mornings are my favorite parts of my weeks because it's a time to relax and enjoy each other's company. And it's a time to reflect on the week that we all just had. Lots of laughter. Lots of coffee. Lots of food, aka biscuits that taste like they came from BBQ House - no joke. Then, headed over to the office for the official "girl time" with Katie B, Red, and Cat. Though it was filled with tears, it was SO good. I love hearing how their hearts are doing and how to encourage the other. Such a picture of the body. I'm glad Cat was our new addition this week. Made me happy. Next, yours truly went into Cinderella mode at the house, cleaning and cleaning, trying to get things ready for my best friends to come into town! After much anticipation (there is so much in those three words that I could go into, but I'll refrain from making this any longer than it is going to be), they all arrived (Maggie, Zachary, Christi, and James) back in the house where all (well, most) of the friendships began! It was a homecoming like no other! We hurried over to Malorie's house so we could all see her before her big date. Literally we rushed out of the house, because I had no shoes on me. Ha. It was fun and so good to see the "Baby", as we call her, before her night of fun. Then, we invaded Juliana Tokyo where we spent most of the time drawing on our place mats. James  made a floor plan of Maggie and Zachary's "future home", Christi made drawings of each city each one of us were and were about to live in, Zachary drew a tree and a leaf and then labeled them, Maggie drew a morbid Snoopy picture, and I drew the world. Maggie taught me how to draw a cow. I'll have to show you all how sometime too. It's quite fun. The night ended with PJ's, cuddles, blankets, and the new season of "The Office". 

Saturday. Maggie, Christi, and I awoke and swiftly made our way over to Malorie's to hear all about her night. But, we didn't without first stopping at Toomer's Coffee. This place is near and dear to each one of us. This is a place we studied and wrote papers in during most of our college careers. The lady even remembers us! Ha Ha! Baby's house was filled with laughter as we sat and talked about life. These are the moments that I miss the most. I miss talking to each other all at the same time. I tried hard to sit and cherish each one of those this weekend. Next is all a blur, because it was spent showering and getting ready for game day! I made a music list that we sang and danced to while us girls put ourselves together. I loved it. We have so many memories getting ready in my room, listening to that music. I know it wasn't just me soaking it all in. We miss each other so much. Luckily, last minute I was able to get a student ticket! Once inside the stadium, I remembered how much I love Auburn football. I love the community that is in there. A couple of times during the game, I "high fived" a few people I didn't know. I loved it! After the game, feet hurting and all, we went to Keri Anne's tailgate where I spent most of my time there talking with an old friend that was hurting over some stuff in his life right now. I wish so badly that I had the words to say to him to make his pain go away. But, the only freedom he will find is in the scripture, that is highest authority. I tried to point him there. I think my feet were numb by the time we got back to the house. After an hour of relaxing, we headed to Opelika to sit and listen to some music. Every one of us enjoyed the musician, Gareth Asher, as he led us in a bunch of our favorite songs. 

Sunday. I woke up to Christi laying on top of me and telling to get up in her funny northern accent. Oh, how i loved her and hated her at the same time. :) We "wallered" on the couch listening to James' stories that we all adore. Again, just like old times. After a lunch at Breezeway where we ate and laughed about the weirdest things, it was time for the out of towners to leave. I tried so hard not to cry the entire time they were packing up their cars. But, it wasn't until Christi hugged me that I lost it. I love these people so much sometimes it hurts. I know that the Lord has given me the gift to passionately love people. So, with that, it's difficult for me to say goodbye to those I desperately love. They know me better than anyone. They are a huge part of my heart, and when they leave, it is definitely not easy. Honestly, I don't know if we'll ever all live in the same city. So, this is just something we (or should I say I) will have to get used to. The visits will never end and the memories we make will never stop. They are precious to me. Nothing could or ever will replace them. 

:)

dead man walking.

How often do I think that I am the one in control... and how often I am wrong! Recently, I sat down with a friend and spoke of the direction I feel the Lord moving me. I told her that I am no longer in control of my heart. My Lord has loosened the grasp that my hands might have had on it before now. I'm not even sure it's anywhere in my reach. And thank goodness. I have experienced the Potter's hands upon me. He has changed and rearranged my heart for the lost and the nations. He has broken my heart for what breaks His. I am hurting over a nation in which I know nothing. All I know is their desperate need for a Savior. Tears stream down my face for this burden. He has taken me to new heights in His gospel.

"Whoever does not bear his own cross and follow me cannot be my disciple." Luke 14:28

I abandon any thoughts of myself. I abandon anything that once was mine. I abandon my plans. I abandon my flesh. I abandon my life completely. I have fallen in love with and tasted Something more than this life. So, therefore, I embrace my King and His throne. I embrace His crazy plan for my life. I embrace His best. I embrace His words. I embrace His teaching. I embrace being dead. I embrace Him. 

where to begin?

I am not much of a writer. I say this only to warn you that I do not attain the eloquent speech that I see from others. However, I am starting this blog only because I long to tell you all that is going on within my heart. I love to be known. I wish I could call each one of you every single day, and tell you what I'm doing, where I'm going, and what it is that I am learning. But, let's be realistic here, it's just not going to happen... 

For the last 54 days I have been living and working in Auburn. And though I have my times of loneliness and my times of emotional breakdowns (I try to convince myself that this is healthy), I have loved every moment of it. I have been blessed to be able to be a part of an amazing team. Every single person has brought me so much laughter and I could not imagine being anywhere else. I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is where the Lord has me. He has placed me here to fall deeper and deeper in love with Him. It's deeper than just a "I love God" thought process though. It's in my heart, it's in my thoughts. I miss Him when I am not spending time with Him. He is bringing me to new places with Him. New thoughts on who He is, new feelings of my love for Him. Even my friendships with others are new. He is singing over me a new song. And I couldn't be a happier audience member. 

Here is a song that I've come to love again. I feel like it gives me and you a better description of where I am right now... 

"Comfortable, don't get comfortable 

I am going to move this mountain, 

then i'm gonna move you in. 

Yesterday, this is not yesterday.

You were standing on my shoulders 

Now you're standing on the edge. 

You were looking for a sign all this time. 

I am gonna show you what I mean. 

I am gonna love like you've never seen.

You are going to live like you used to dream 

This is your new song

So afraid, but you don't have to be afraid

Even if make mistakes 

You know that i'll remain

You were looking for a sign all this time 

If you seek you'll find me every time 

Can you feel the call of love - is it moving you?

to be a child of God of love - is it reaching you?

It's everywhere the call of love

I just want to show you what I mean.

I just want to love like you've never seen. 

do you want to live like you used to dream? 

'Cause i've got a song for you!"

I look forward to sharing my life with you :)

-han