Speak Life

    One of my biggest flaws is that a) I'm really hard on myself and b) I speak terribly to and about myself. Which are really one and the same. To put it bluntly, if I said the things I say to others that I say to myself, I would be a very disliked person. I once had a therapist tell me that I was verbally abusing myself. I had never thought about it like that. Why would someone abuse themselves? I wonder how many other people are abusing themselves in different ways without knowing it. Then I told my husband what the therapist said, and he agreed.

    I am very black or white. Yes or no. Everything is good, or everything is bad, kind of person. I am also a pessimist/glass-half-empty person by nature. The way I see it, or more accurately, the lie the enemy has been telling me for years, is that in order to avoid being prideful, you have to be negative and say bad things about yourself. Because if you say anything good about yourself, it's pride.

    I also tend to excuse any bad behavior and say things like, 'Fine, I'm a b**ch. Happy?!' The response I get is, 'No, and you're not. Stop putting words in my mouth.' (I apologize for the language, I'm just trying to be honest) My husband hates it when I call myself names because he knows it's not true, and I'm just putting myself down, and he doesn't want that for me. I'm an extremist. It's either one extreme or the other. I need to be in the middle. But, one step at a time. So, in my head, I want to avoid being prideful and boastful about my skills and accomplishments. Or about my worth. My worth is easily the biggest thing that I struggle with. I know what the word of God says about me, but I struggle to believe it in my heart and soul. So, it means that I have to put myself down and go the opposite direction. If I were in the middle, I wouldn't call myself names, and I would simply know my worth and wouldn’t feel the need to defend myself or put myself down. I worry about talking about my blog and that someone might think that I am being prideful. When in reality, I’m mentioning it because I think that they might be blessed by it. Again, that is likely the enemy because he doesn’t want us to grow in our faith, and part of why I share my blog is for people to grow in their faith.

    I talk about my sewing because I am proud of it, but I'm not boasting about it. If anything, I will mention a project that I'm sewing and how it's challenging me. Or I'm using someone as a sounding board to figure out how to fix a problem with the project.

    What I need to do and desperately need God's help with is learning to be in the middle between pride and humility. And start accepting that I may not be perfect, because only Jesus is perfect, but with the help of the Holy Spirit, I am pretty awesome. And God loves me.

    Because it's not wrong to talk about your favourite hobby or project. Or something that you are proud of yourself for. Or that through Jesus Christ, you have value. But it's wrong to shove it into people's faces. It's not wrong to tell yourself that you did a good job on something. But it is wrong to say that you are the best at everything. I think it's also equally wrong to say that you are terrible and have no value. Because when you say that, you are making a liar out of God, and He doesn’t lie. Now, if only I could practice that myself. Something I need to work on. Maybe I’ll make it one of my New Year's Resolutions 😉 As cliché as it sounds, I should add that to my list of goals for 2026. I also need to practice congratulating myself and not waiting for someone to validate what I have accomplished. I rely far too much on other people's opinions of me and neglect my own opinions of myself. I also wonder if working on my negative self-talk will also help with my self-esteem issues. Until now, I've never thought about how the two are connected. I have been so awful to myself for so many years. It's honestly bringing tears to my eyes typing this.

    It's time to start speaking life over myself. For many of us, we all have certain times of the day, week, month, etc, when our defenses are down, and the enemy can attack us and have a pretty good shot of getting to us. Personally, it's when I'm tired or stressed. That's when I start overreacting and calling myself names and start fights with hubby. But, that's not a good enough excuse. Being stressed and tired is not a good reason to freak out or start calling myself names. I need to practice taking a step back, take a deep breath and figure out what is stressing me out. Easier said than done, though.

    It's been kind of hard though. It's not just a matter of not calling myself names. It's also about not listening to the voice of the enemy and basically rewriting my brain. Which is especially difficult. I have noticed this past week, though, that when I start calling myself names, I'm doing it more out of habit than anything. Hence, the rewriting /rewiring of my brain part. But I guess it's a start. I am also a firm believer that progress is not linear. Hard pill to swallow when you are the one working towards progress, though. But it's the truth. Progress is not a straight line.
    

    So one day, and one step at a time and a whole lot of help from the Holy Spirit. And maybe one day I’ll be able to speak life over myself. Also, that my worth is not tied to my work. You and I both have value because of what Jesus Christ did on the cross for us, friend.

    

    I pray this post blesses and encourages you during this Christmas season. This post marks 150 posts on my blog since I first started it in 2017. I passively wrote it for a few years, and then started writing more as I started growing more in my faith and relationship with God. In a perfect world, I would love to post once a week. But we don’t live in a perfect world. But I am excited that today marks 150 posts. A nice round number to end the year.

So, if no one else has said it to you yet. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

God Bless

~Hannah

Modesty 2.0

    About a month ago, my hubby and I were discussing skirt styles and which were more feminine. I then went to a coworker and asked her for her opinion. I didn’t tell her what my hubby thought, just what I thought. I was curious for another perspective. Turns out we all had the same opinion. The most feminine skirt style is a circular skirt with lots of body to twirl around in. Then my coworker and I discussed what length was more feminine and came to agree that right below the knee was the most feminine. Meaning that the 1950s style circle skirt was the most feminine.

    After work, I asked hubby what length he thought was the most feminine, and his answer surprised me. He said below the knee. Until that day, I always thought he liked above the knee, which he did. He talked about the importance of a modest hem length and that his convictions had changed. I was surprised and encouraged. We have always shared the same belief about what a minimal modest hem length was, and now he felt that it needed to be longer. I then spent the evening thinking about what a modest/minimum hem length was. The next morning, I spent time praying and thinking more. I texted hubby later that day, saying that I would no longer wear the shorter length.

    While I was thinking about my shorter skirts, I realized that I'm really not that comfortable wearing them. I'm always afraid that the wind will blow the back up or gravity will stop working or something. Even though I wear shorts under all my dresses and skirts, I'm always worried about the shorter ones. As you might imagine, with my longer ones, I never have a care in the world about them. I simply wear them.

      A few months ago, I wrote about being attached by the enemy in regards to my hem length and felt that he was saying that I had the wear longer skirts and dresses, and I rebuked him with my freedom in Christ. I felt that the enemy was attacking me with legalism. I look back now and wonder if both those times were the Holy Spirit gently convicting and nudging me towards a longer hem length. Guess I should have prayed about that. Oh well, lesson learned. While I was thinking about how I'm not at ease when I wear short skirts, I admitted to myself that if I were to bend over, you could likely see more than you should. That being said, I am very careful in the ways that I move my body, and I hardly ever bend at the waist when out in public or at work. And I am always wearing shorts under my skirts and dresses. As believers, we have a few different ways to check that our clothing is modest and covers us properly. We call it the ' Hallelujah! Praise Jesus!' test. Can you raise your hands to the sky without showing your stomach or back? Can you bend over without showing your butt? Can you sit down without your hem going way up your thigh? Well, I've come to terms with the fact that the shorter skirts that I have been wearing my whole life are not as modest as I had thought or, better yet, lied to myself about.

    I'm still coming to terms with it all. And I've got a big job ahead. I need to go through my shorter skirts and decide which ones I can add fabric to and still look good, and which ones to get rid of. I have one red high-waisted skirt that I made when I got back into sewing and transitioned to skirts/dresses and left pants behind. I have more of the red fabric and will add some length, turning the skirt into either a mid-length or a maxi. I have yet to decide which length to go with. I also have two other high-waisted skirts, a pink one and a purple one, that I will combine, making them into a striped below-the-knee or possibly a mid length. We shall see how that one goes.

    This whole situation has caused me a fair bit of stress. A) because of the big change to redo my closet and have to walk away from some skirts that I really liked but are no longer as modest as I once thought. I think I am feeling a little restricted in what I can and cannot wear, and it's stressing me out a little. Of course, once I get rid of those options in my closet, I will no longer feel restricted because they won’t be there in the first place. Yes, I went through a change when I left pants behind and went to skirts and dresses. Looking back, though, it didn’t feel that big. It felt natural. This time it feels big. Which I suspect is part of the stress. And B) I’m worried about offending people with my new convictions. But I know where I stand and what my new convictions are, and am preparing to explain myself when the need arises. In reality, no one will be offended. If anything, they may be impressed or encouraged to see God working in my heart. I’m just overthinking it like I often do. I think I also need to give myself space to digest this change and acknowledge that it is a big change. Because it is a big change, not just logistically, but also emotionally and spiritually. Funny, I feel better already by just typing those last few sentences. I feel like I’m in therapy right now in the best way possible. Thank you, Holy Spirit. Sometimes I brush off the emotional/spiritual aspects of physical changes because I forget that they are there.

    For now, my work skirts will remain the same because that feels like a really big job to deal with that portion of my closet as well, and conveniently, I wear a paint suit at work on the days we paint. I love those suits because they leave so much to the imagination. So, for now, I will focus on my personal life, skirts, and dresses, and go from there.

    It's funny, last week I tried on a red high-waisted skirt that I made a few years ago, which is above the knee. I looked in the mirror and thought, “Nope, no longer comfortable in this length.” And that, my friend, is the power of The Holy Spirit, convicting and gently leading me closer to Him, and for that, I am thankful. I’m also noticing that I don’t like the look of shorter hem lengths on other women either. Last week at church, there was a lady wearing a pretty blue dress that fell just above her knee. She was also wearing tights and high boots. A pretty outfit by all means. But in my spirit, it no longer felt modest. I didn’t say anything to her, nor will I. I was simply noticing the change in my own convictions and am pleased with them. That being said, I am not here to condemn anyone. Simply sharing what God is doing in my heart. If God does use this post to challenge and convict you on your hem length, so be it. But that is not my intent.

    Well, if you are still reading this, thank you for sticking it out with me to the end. I just looked at the word count, and this is one of my longest posts, if not my longest. Which is pretty cool. I pray that this encourages and challenges you in whatever way you need, friend. The world says to flaunt what you got, and the more you show, the more confident you are. But God says to dress modestly and cover up properly. Leave plenty to the imagination, and the rest to your husband. Who, by the way, will feel blessed and honoured by your modesty. I know mine is.

God Bless

~Hannah

Jesus Healed My Tooth

    A few weeks ago, I was experiencing some tooth pain. After a week and a half of pain, I made an appointment. The Doctor asked if I'm a high-stress person. And if I grind my teeth. I denied both at first and then came to terms with both. She put me on a soft food diet for a week and some meds. She wanted me to give my jaw a good rest and meds for an inflamed nerve. And suggested a mouth guard.

    I had a follow-up appointment with my dentist a week later. No improvement. In fact, she wanted to do a root canal. At the first appointment, she didn’t think a root canal was necessary. Apparently, my tooth had gotten worse. She's put me on another two weeks of soft foods so minimal chewing and no gum. I was starting to feel like a toddler. I now have a mouthguard to sleep with, and actually, I'm liking it a lot so far. My jaw felt better even after the first night. I feel silly for not purchasing it sooner.

    After coming home from my follow-up appointment, I felt a little defeated. I wasn't afraid of the idea of the root canal or even the bill that would follow. I was likely more concerned about missing work and disrupting my routine. Sometime between Thursday night and Saturday morning, the Holy Spirit told me to pray for healing. I have never prayed for physical healing for myself. I know of other people who have been healed by God, and the Bible has many examples of Jesus performing miracles and healing people. So I knew that He could, but I have always struggled to believe it for myself. But I felt Him say to pray for it. That Saturday morning, hubby and I went over for a visit with hubby's grandmother, and the three of us prayed for my healing. Before heading over for our coffee visit, I mentioned to hubby about going up for prayer at church on Sunday morning. Then we ended up praying on Saturday morning. I felt relief Saturday afternoon. The healing wasn't complete yet, but it was on its way. I still wanted to go up on Sunday for prayer, kind of like an insurance policy. I wanted extra coverage. Hubby prayed in his heart, and the Holy Spirit told him to tell me that I needed to believe. Which was true. I was struggling to believe it was happening.  So I spent a few days practicing, believing what I already knew to be true. I still followed my doctor's orders and maintained a soft food diet for another two weeks, and by the end of those two weeks, I didn't feel anything. No discomfort, no pain, nothing. My mouth was back to normal. I’ve gone back to chewing gum, but I have drastically reduced my chewing time.

    When I was praying about it, I said to God that I have a lot of unbelievers around me who know that I am a believer, and I wanted them to see God's power. I also didn't want to go through the hassle of the procedure, but even more, I wanted the people around me to see God and what He can do. And He did it, Jesus healed my tooth, and saved us from a nasty dentist bill.

    Father God, thank you for healing my tooth. I pray that this would minister and encourage those who read this post and are reminded about or learn for the first time about your healing power and that you answer our payers. Amen.

I pray this encourages you today, friend.

God Bless

~Hannah

Overcommitting Myself

    Last week on the 20th, my supervisor came by 3/4 through the day and said we were offering extra hrs in buffing because the customer rejected a whole lot of parts, so we had to fix the ones they rejected, along with providing them with the ones we already owed them. I said not today or tomorrow (tomorrow being my birthday and I had the day booked off.), but Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, I could come in extra early and buff before my painting shift started. By Wednesday morning, I regretted my decision and decided that I wouldn't continue doing overtime the following week. So I finished my shift on Monday, enjoyed having Tuesday off, and then had three very rough days. I rushed into work in the morning, leaving no time for chores, minimal time for God, and limited capacity for hubby and Blessing. It was a rough three days.  But wait, it gets worse. Because I then spent my whole weekend overcommitting myself. Saturday until 3pm was great, and then it went downhill. I continued to overcommit myself and thus kept digging the hole of exhaustion for myself.

    Among other things that I will talk about next is that one of my issues is that I don't think about my energy levels. I simply look at the calendar and say, 'Yes, I'm available.' I don't stop and think about everything else that will happen prior to this new thing or after it, and therefore, do I have the energy to give to this new thing? Answer, probably not.

    

    But I have decided that enough is enough, and it's time to learn from my mistakes and stop repeating them. Being busy for busy sake is not godly anyway. I tend to connect my value with how much I work. Which, of course, goes against what God says. I'm also a huge people pleaser and tend to chase after money more than I should. Meaning that I say yes to way more overtime than I ever should. Overtime has its place by all means, but there is a limit. Ephesians 2:10 NIV “For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” We were created to work, but not to overwork.

    In my head, the more I work and do things, the more value I have. Which is a lie from the enemy, of course. But a lie I tend to believe anyways. It's even worse when I am tired. That's when I have a meltdown. Which makes sense, when your defenses are down, it's the perfect time for the enemy to attack. A verse I cling to as much as possible is Psalm 139:14 NIV “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,I know that full well.”

    And as you might expect, when I have overworked myself and I am exhausted and burning out, my helpmate abilities that I wrote about last week go out the window. Which makes sense. It's hard to serve and love someone when all you want to do is sleep.

    So, I'm taking this week to recover. And then being mindful of my calendar and my energy from now on. We had small group on Monday, so Tuesday I woke up tired as I had expected. It was a great night, but I felt like I had been hit by a bus. After work, I took a long afternoon nap, with no real relief.

Wednesday, I woke up feeling tired still, but a little less. Hubby and I agreed that we still felt dead that morning, but less dead than the day before.

    Upon my arrival at work, my boss said good morning and said I looked tired. I said I was more awake than I had been in days. I walked away laughing to myself. After work, I was tired, but normal tired. I was able to get laundry done, make a new soup recipe, clean up, and even had some energy to read my book. Hubby and agreed earlier in the week that we would not make any social commitments for Saturday and simply enjoy resting at home together.

    I have enjoyed watching my recovery process this week thus far and am looking forward to feeling more rejuvenated as we approach the weekend. I have a small sewing project that I would like to work on this weekend and am looking forward to not only completing it, but also having the energy to enjoy the process.

    So, here's to learning my lesson and actively practicing not overcommitting myself and honouring God and blessing my family in the process. If you struggle with this issue, I pray that you would be able to learn from me and what God has taught me, and start respecting your energy and calendar better. I pray this blesses and encourages you today, friend.

God Bless

~Hannah

Helpmate

    So we have a move coming up in a little while. We know the destination, but we don't have a timeline. We believe God is giving us time to save up for the move, so we are being patient while we save and wait. God has also given hubby instructions about what he will be doing once we move. Which then made me start wondering what my job/task will be once we move. I pondered that for a few days and then started thinking about my role as a wife and woman. As a man and husband, hubby's role is to lead and provide, which he does beautifully. And I get to sit back and watch the show.

    Genesis 2:18 "And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him." (KJV) I have been familiar with this verse for most of my life, but I haven't really delved into it until recently. Maybe I wasn't mature enough or ready. But I am now. That is the beauty of God's word. It is alive and active, and you can read one verse all your life, and each time God can reveal new things to you.

Hebrews 4:12 “For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.” (NIV)

    Slowly, over a couple of days, God reminded me of my role as a help meet. Or as we more commonly say, "helpmate" And that my role is to support my husband. So I let that marinate in my heart and mind for a few days and started serving/helping hubby at home better. Mainly with a better attitude. I also started calling myself 'helpmate' as a term of endearment. He noticed very quickly and was enjoying his view.

    Then this past week, hubby was working on his surfboard and feeling very frustrated. He has been sanding it for a few days, and he wasn't getting the results he needed and wanted. He was trying to figure out what the problem was, but wasn't getting anywhere. He was looking up videos on YouTube and such, but getting nowhere. On Wednesday morning, he was driving me to work and venting about it. I suggested that after work, he pick me up and take me to the shop and look at the surfboard together. I figured a second opinion and a fresh pair of eyes would go a long way. He agreed. He also asked for prayer over the stress of it all. Around 12:30-1:00 that day, I was praying for him and asking God to give him the encouragement he needed. I said I didn't know if it would come from God himself or from me, but that hubby needed encouragement. Holy Spirit then reminded me that I am his 'helpmate' and that the encouragement would be coming from God through me.

    When he picked me up that day, he was feeling awful and defeated. We drove home, and I convinced him to take me to the shop and look at his board. I was pretty sure that a) he just needed encouragement and b) that he was overthinking everything. Which is a trait that we both share. We head to the shop and he shows me the board and as expected. It was fine. Yes, it needed work, but not nearly as bad as he had described. He instantly felt better, and I shared how I was praying for him, and God told me that he needed encouragement from his help mate.

    I then started to wonder about how my role as a wife is to blend with society and my hobbies. Basically, how do I enjoy my life and still help my hubby the way God intended? The answer boils down to putting God first, and everything else will fall into place. Meaning that I serve and worship Him first, and then part of my service and worship to my Heavenly Father is serving, helping, and taking care of hubby, and then when that is all in the correct order, God blesses and redeems my time and gives me time to enjoy my hobbies as well.

    It's not always easy, of course, but God is helping me and giving me more joy in the process and changing my heart towards the whole topic, and now I serve and help hubby with a much better servant's heart. I'm not a slave by any means, nor has he ever suggested any such thing. I'm simply following God's call on my life and serving Him and my hubby. I also don't share any of this to brag on myself. If anything, I'm bragging about what God has done in me and that I'm grateful for it.

I pray this blesses and encourages you in whatever way you need today, friend.

God Bless

~Hannah

Learning to Calm Down

    God is working on calming me down. I'm less reactive. I feel myself freaking out and can take a step back and breath through it. In the past, I would freak out and then figure out why I was upset. I can now see how ridiculous it is to simply throw something when you hurt yourself (I’m accident-prone and walk into things on a regular basis) or are upset. I feel more at peace and am becoming the woman that I believe God wants me to be.

    It all started last Sunday(two weeks ago now). The worship team played the last song to end the service. They played 'Made for More' by Josh Baldwin. They kept repeating the lines, 'you buried my past, so I'm not going back, Hallelujah. I was made for more.' Holy Spirit spoke to me in those moments. As the song proceeded, I went closer to the altar with both hands raised. God has also been helping me to be more expressive and authentic in my worship. Hubby and I sit in the front row, but in those moments, I felt the need to go to the altar. I sang out, 'you buried my past, so I'm not going back.' In my heart, I was referring to not overreacting anymore. You see, like many people, I have struggles, shocker, I know. For me, the majority of my struggles stem from self-esteem and self-worth issues. I know what God's word says, but I struggle terribly with believing it. Because of those struggles, I overreact very easily and think that my worth is being attacked regularly. It's not. But the enemy likes to tell me that it is, especially when I am tired.

    But I'm getting really tired of overreacting and don't want to get upset anymore. Like I said earlier, 99% of the time I overreact before I even know what I am upset about. Not helpful, I know. I have started texting hubby through out the day and telling him about the things that are frustrating me. I like to think that once I leave work that the frustrations of the day stay at work and that I’m not bothered by the events of my day. But then I get home and realize that its not the case and I get upset over something silly at home. Now that I'm getting better at texting him through the day and telling hubby what is going on and venting a little, it has been helping to prevent me from getting upset when I get home. Otherwise, as soon as I get home, I get upset and yet don't know why. I’m basically learning to process my emotions before they can process me.

    The other day I was in the kitchen and I hurt myself or something, I don't recall exactly what happened anymore, but I do remember getting mad and Holy Spirit helped me to step back and breathe through it instead of getting upset and throwing something. It was almost like an out of body experience, I could see the whole thing from someone's else's perspective and how ridiculous it all looked. I'm not there yet, but I am getting better.

    I also have a tendency to get upset and flip out when I don't get my way. Yes, very childish, I know. Well, last night I didn't get my way, and instead of flipping out, I moved on. Hubby said no to something with valid reasoning, and I submitted and respected his answer. Which is exactly what God calls me to do. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.” Ephesians 5:22-24 KJV. I walked away and did the dishes. Did I give a perfect attitude? No, but I didn't get upset. I'm calling that progress and improvement. I then climbed into bed and prayed and thanked God for working in me.

    I'm not perfect, though. After church this past week, we went to A&W for lunch. Our debit cards were not working properly for some reason. At first, I thought it was because the worker was moving the machine away too quickly, which he was. Hubby's card was denied twice, so we tried mine. At that point, I'm a little annoyed and firmly tell the guy not to move the machine away so quickly. I didn't yell, but I also didn't say please. My card eventually worked. We found out the next day that our debit cards had expired. Perfect time for a postal strike. LoL Hubby correctly rebuked me, and then I worked on calming down and giving it all to God.  Didn't really work though, and I ended up freaking out in the car at hubby. So I still have work to do, but God and I are making progress.

    I've been wanting this change in me for a long time, but I'm afraid of change and would rather suffer in my comfort zone than change. Right before God did a big work in me, I started half-heartedly praying for God to help. I also get nervous about asking God to work in me because you never know exactly what He is going to do. But I finally came to the end of myself and said that I need more Jesus and less of me, and over a few days prayed and asked God to start working in me. Then the above Sunday happened, and I feel God working in my life and calming me down.

    Still not perfect, but drastically improved. I still have my moments, but they are becoming fewer and further between and less dramatic.

    I share this because I love writing about what God is doing in my life and to encourage you in your walk with Christ, and to remind us all that no matter how put-together someone may look, we are all facing battles that no one knows about. Unless we tell them that is. 😉

I pray this blesses and encourages you today, friend.

Happy Thanksgiving

God Bless

~Hannah

Dear Mrs. Erika Kirk.

    Dear Mrs. Erika Kirk. I don't imagine that you will ever see this, but I wanted to write it anyway. First off, I'm so sorry for the loss of your hubby, Charlie. The night that I got the news that he had passed away, I was very upset and sad about the news. That night I went to bed, as I lay beside my hubby, I started to think about how thankful I was and still am that I get to sleep beside mine still, because you no longer could. Over the next few days, I began to think about how little our petty, silly arguments truly are and that I need to spend more time simply being thankful that my hubby is still with me. Most of our arguments are due to my being tired, hungry, or upset about something from my day. But still unnecessary. Hubby lovingly reminded me that all marriages have conflict, and it's all about how you deal with it. Which, of course, is true.

    I know you already knew that, as I expect many so as well, but you had and have a very special hubby. I have been following him casually on Instagram for a little while, and so far, everything he said I agreed with. I enjoyed listening to him talk about what a good godly man should look and act like, because he was describing my hubby in a nut shell. I already knew that my hubby is an incredible man of God, but hearing someone else describe those characteristics was so nice.

    My eyes were filled with tears as I listened to your first announcement after Charlie's death in his office and spoke of your grief, but also knew that God has a plan and that Charlie was now in Heaven with his Savior. What courage and faith it must have taken to say what you said. You beautifully reflected our shared faith. Our pastor shared a small part of that video in church. He mentioned that you had given that speech just two days after his assassination and said that you could have only done that with the help of the Holy Spirit. I agree. You allowed God to work through you, and it clearly showed. There was so much grace and love in your speech.

    I didn't watch the memorial service for him this past weekend, but I did watch a clip of you forgiving his murderer, and I cried again. Forgiveness is hard, but with the help of the Holy Spirit, you did it. I've been waiting to see video footage of you saying that you forgive his murderer, and knew that in time you would say it. And you did. I tear up every time I think about it. God has used you to encourage others to forgive those who have hurt them in various ways, and it is beautiful. You also challenged men and women respectively to fulfuill their God given roles as husbands and wives. So far, I have seen one video of a woman saying she has accepted your challenge. Although I expect that there are others. God is using you, Mrs. Kirk. God bless you.

Charlie wanted to be remembered for his courage and faith, and he was, and now you will be known for yours as well. You are a true believer in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and I praise God for that. It is only through the strength that comes from the Holy Spirit that we are able to do anything of use in this earth. It is evident that you rely on Him for your strength.

    I also respect your choice in having him embalmed for his funeral. I had to do some research because I couldn't remember what it meant, only that it is in the Bible. I respect that you wanted him to look his best/normal for your children at the funeral, and I would too. I know you received flak for it, and I'm sorry. Heck, over the last few weeks, you have received a lot of flak for how you are grieving and “moving on” after Charlie’s death. I’m so sorry that must be so difficult. When in reality, you have a job to do, and everyone grieves differently. Unfortunately, we all know that you would be criticized no matter what you do because everyone has their own opinion, to which they are entitled to. Unfortunately, we sometimes forget that the next part of that is to not tear each other down with our opinions, but that’s where God’s grace comes into play.

    You are an incredible woman of God and an amazing role model for this next generation. I praise God for you and all the other amazing role models for this next generation and for what God is doing through you.

God Bless

~Hannah