https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/blog daily 0.75 2020-12-30 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/blog/you-taught-my-feet-to-dance-upon-disappointment monthly 0.5 2020-04-23 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/blog/hope-does-not-put-us-to-shame monthly 0.5 2020-08-25 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/blog/world-suicide-prevention-day-2020 monthly 0.5 2020-09-10 https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5f59a3f27dcf243c53a01fbd/1599710231344/please%2Bstay.jpg Blog - World Suicide Prevention Day 2020: Please Stay https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/blog/its-safe-for-you-to-write-again monthly 0.5 2020-10-06 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/blog/ay9yye40bvduzvgt451a1skfa0ntga monthly 0.5 2020-12-30 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/home daily 1.0 2020-06-17 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/poetry-1 daily 0.75 2020-12-30 https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5fecfb0d673a147fcc3f9d64/1609366316466/IMG_1114+2.JPG Poetry - Men like him are intoxicating Their siren like call will lead you Out into the sea Further than you ever dared swim before Until you are over your head — It’s something about their eyes Their- almost always- blue eyes (They really are almost always blue. Right? Right.) But those eyes Those almost always blue eyes They lead you so deep into the sea That no lifeguard could see you if your life depended on it (And of course, it will) And maybe once in a lifetime will a boat Or any sign of rescue pass by But you never noticed (Well of course, you do eventually notice) Just how far you are from shore Or how rarely you ever look through your own eyes anymore But his eyes- Those eyes! Those almost always blue eyes That turn up along with the smile on his lips As his cherry drenched mouth Spills out every promise of forever Like sweet, fresh honey (And forever is all you have ever wanted, after all) When suddenly Above your head Is a large clap of thunder With a sky painted as dark as you have ever seen Reality washes over you. He may call to you like a siren But he will never save you Men like him These intoxicating Almost-always-blue-eyed-men Don’t know how to hold you Wouldn’t know stability if it pulled them down and drug them 60 meters underwater It can’t be him. He will never be your lifeboat (He was never meant to be) But he will make you learn how to swim And fight the fiercest current You will never be afraid of another wave In the end it will be you who saves the day. Men like him are intoxicating- But one day, you’ll be sober. https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5f4550cafec10c25771a2690/1598378278047/IMG_3229.JPG Poetry - Golden flecks of the suns beams Wash in through the car window Onto my porcelain skin Illuminating the reality I am quick to forget That this porcelain skin These white washed hands Will never carry the weight of the burdens My black siblings have carried From long before they ever breathed their first breath But you already knew that Didn’t you? I’m told the lack of melanin in my skin gives me an edge Makes me better Deems me first class But you already knew that Didn’t you? After all you didn’t search my bag When the security alarm went off As I exited the store When I’m pulled over You simply tell me, “drive slower, sweetheart” And leave with a wink and a nod When I’m walking home from the convenience store Hoodie up, tea in my hand You pull up beside me And say “you know, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late” When I go for a run In an upper class neighborhood You never once questioned Whether or not I belonged And if I were left for dead Murdered while asleep in my bed My killers would already be behind bars Prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law But you already knew that Didn’t you? In one nation under God Indivisible With liberty and justice for all No one has ever once Looked at my skin color And told me It was wrong No one is really free If freedom is only For people who look like me But you already knew that Didn’t you? https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5e9fb2ae63983523df23d911/1587524737721/IMG_6412.jpg Poetry So say it Say what it is you are thinking Say every word written on your heart And say it all again Say it as much as you need to I’ll listen every time I just want to hear from you https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5e9fb4dcb0dc2603ac5e4577/1587525030899/NY.jpg Poetry Standing in the threshold of today and tomorrow Staring down every uncertainty of forever With every step you take galaxies are born You do not shrink back your might You do not minimize the magnitude of your presence to suit the masses And my gosh, how you shine https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5e9fbb011e3c4e5bc9f59bbb/1587526418670/NY3.jpg Poetry I have never thought much of myself They have always told me that I didn’t fit in That I wasn’t good enough They have always told me that I was small But they never told me that You use small They never told me that if I have faith Even as small as a mustard seed I can command that mountain To move from here to there They never told me that the mountains answer to You The rocks, the trees, the skies too They never told me about You But I know You are the peace I have been looking for I know You’re the hope I am desperate for And I don’t know what to say I don’t know where to begin But I’ll invite You in I’m sorry it’s messy in here I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to clean things up I don’t know how to anymore It’s why I need You I know I’m a little shipwrecked The waves have always been stronger than me And it reached a point where I let them consume me I’m sorry there are cracks in the walls They’re from the last earthquake I haven’t had the strength to fill them in I’m sorry it’s dark in here I keep the windows closed I couldn’t stand to look out anymore The birds don’t seem to fly as high Under poverty stricken skies I couldn’t stand to hear their cries I know I turned a blind eye I know I have left them to die I’m sorry I didn’t know what to do anymore But I know You are the Savior we have been looking for And if You are Lord over the mountains The rocks, the trees , and the skies too I know I am not a case too big for You You take my hands You look me in the eyes And say You will give me a brand new life That the old me can die So I’ll give You all I have for all You are And I know that’s not very much But You tell me that’s all You ask for That You’ll take me as I am So I will bow down to You My anxiety, my depression, my heartache The memories that cripple me My addiction, my disease, my loneliness, my insecurities Will bow down to You They cannot stay in Your presence God of the Heavens You are my redeemer, my rock, my portion forever, my hope And the peace that sustains me Though I am small and broken You have made me whole again Jesus my King My Prince of Peace https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5e9fbd0a63983523df256c0d/1587526934303/ATL.jpg Poetry the clouds ring dark whispers of memories dreaming of being forgotten fall from the sky crashing they find their home in the dirt in the mud and mire a place not quite forgotten but not exactly where anyone would honestly want to look who would want to get their hands dirty looking for something that’s not even pretty after all these suffocated memories these pushed back tears have been stuffed away for so long they had to come out somewhere they had to find an escape route so they jumped from the sky and you can’t really ignore them as they’re falling they kind of demand your attention that way and maybe that’s why they choose the sky because for a few minutes at least they will be seen at least they will be acknowledged at least for a moment they will be remembered so still they jump and i don’t know if they knew their impending ending would bleed ugly but they jumped still hoping you would find them still they only ever wanted to be acknowledged only ever wanted to be felt https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/contact-1 daily 0.75 2020-06-09 https://www.hannahfaithweaver.com/about daily 0.75 2020-06-15 https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5e76dc336c264001542e8ca5/t/5ee7c1f1860e0d57d0cddfac/1592246778643/info.jpg About - chasing Jesus & finding hope Hey there! If we’ve never met, my name is Hannah Faith Weaver. I’m 23 years old, from North Carolina, now living and working as a children’s pastor in Georgia. Two of my greatest passions in this world are Jesus and mental health. My life has been a journey of finding where these two topics intersect: hope. My greatest desire for this space is that you’ll find Jesus here, and subsequently, hope. For most of my life writing has been a form of therapy for me, and healing has found its way to me more often than not by putting pen to paper. So here I am now, sharing the words given to me with you. I hope they find you well. Peace to you, friend. Love, Han