Hannah’s Gift

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Photo Story, Scripture Talk

While I wander around God’s landscapes of intense beauty, I oftentimes hear the plants speak. Or sometimes I even see them as people, doing and saying something silly (remember the autumn dance), while other times their talking is quite profound. Sometimes they even share with me wonders of His Word.

As I knelt in the rain-dampened grass to peek underneath a bushy tree, I found these dainty white flowers. Immediately they took on the presence of women to me. Because the others whispered her name as I watched the scene unfold, I was captivated, for I knew her story.

Gazing into the evening stillness, I saw a woman holding something. Actually as I looked closer, I saw a woman holding part of her very soul. But she wasn’t clinging to it. Rather she was giving it away. Ah, it was a present for Someone.

And love seemed to illuminate her gift.

Although it was actually part of her, she knew from where it came. Simply, she gave it back to the One who made it.

Don’t you see it too?

A blessing, shared.
And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed to the LORD and wept in anguish. Then she made a vow and said, “O LORD of hosts, if You will indeed look on the affliction of Your maidservant and remember me, and not forget Your maidservant, but will give Your maidservant a male child, then I will give him to the LORD all the days of his life, and no razor shall come upon his head.”
1 Samuel 1:10-11


But Hannah answered and said, “No, my lord, I am a woman of sorrowful spirit. I have drunk neither wine nor intoxicating drink, but have poured out my soul before the LORD. Do not consider your maidservant a wicked woman, for out of the abundance of my complaint and grief I have spoken until now.”

Then Eli answered and said, “Go in peace, and the God of Israel grant your petition which you have asked of Him.”

And she said, “Let your maidservant find favor in your sight.” So the woman went her way and ate, and her face was no longer sad.

~ 1 Samuel 1:15-18

So it came to pass in the process of time that Hannah conceived and bore a son, and called his name Samuel, saying, “Because I have asked for him from the LORD.”
~ 1 Samuel 1:20


“O my lord! As your soul lives, my lord, I am the woman who stood by you here, praying to the LORD. For this child I prayed, and the LORD has granted me my petition which I asked of Him. Therefore I also have lent him to the LORD; as long as he lives he shall be lent to the LORD.”

So they worshiped the LORD there.
~ 1 Samuel 1:26-28







Today I join others as we count our blessings.
Gratitude in abundance pours,
as if manna from heaven.
Sweet.
Enough.
Filling.



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6 thoughts on “Hannah’s Gift”

  1. :)I do this too.Hemlocks whisper. Snowdrops worship. Rain plays. It's a delight, as is your imagining here.

  2. THe Story of Hannah speaks to me closely, it always has, i don't know why.Thank you for sharing your beautiful list.I find God in nature too :)suzy (popping in from the gratitude community)

  3. We are kindreds. Isn't God grand? The way He makes a flower? The way He makes us see? You make me smile.

  4. What a beautiful post my friend. Truly beautiful. The name Hannah has come to mean so much to me this last year, as it is the name God gave my daughter through Surrendering the Secret. I love to hear her name. Love you!!

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