tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70107617825372825932026-09-11T16:49:41.410-07:00my name is hannah mary mclean (muonio). i enjoy writing. i love Jesus; He is LORD.Hannah Mary McLean (Muonio)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08741039174673096469noreply@blogger.comBlogger339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010761782537282593.post-27993044033651009782026-09-11T16:47:21.955-07:002026-09-11T16:49:41.410-07:00

The patriot guard did a memorial for Noah today, and it always surprises me that no matter how many years have passed, no matter how much healing has happened, no matter how many details have been smoothed over by time...the heart remembers. And the rawness of grief comes to the surface as though it was only yesterday that I was held in the arms of a leather-clad, flag-holding vet by the door of

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 1 Corinthians 15:38–43, 47–49, 58 “But God gives it a body as He has chosen, and to each kind of seed its own body. For not all flesh is the same, but there is one kind for humans, another for animals, another for birds, and another for fish. There are heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, but the glory of the heavenly is of one kind, and the glory of the earthly is of another. There is

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I gave my first lecture at BSF this week. I keep tearing up when I think about it, and so here I am, awake on the couch in the middle of the night because apparently it is time to write down my thoughts.I entered into a new season this year; when I spent January asking the Lord what to do next, He handed me some new, unexpected assignments and reordered my life so that I could do what He asked of

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 Almighty Weaver©7-4-2025 hannah mcleanAlmighty Weaveri rest in Your handsYou who made mountainsYou who formed manAlmighty Weaverthe Maker of partsonly Your love can join body and heartYour blood binds what’s brokenand makes new what’s oldYour love falls on ashesand brings forth the goldYour truth walks through prisonsand unlocks the doorsYour hands lift the least of thesemaking them

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“The body keeps the score,” they say.Of course it makes sense. The failures of my body trace with striking clarity to loss. And it makes sense that when the heart breaks, the body breaks also.As a child, this body carried its first coffin; a coffin filled with the empty, frail body of a brother who was loved. The same hands that had wrapped around the handle picked up a shovel too big for its

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unwoven©6-26-2025 hannah mcleanmy body housedits broken heartburdened by the weight of lossit could not bear upcracking beneath itand when hands could only holdone thing togetherit chose the soulwhile the body fell asidein a heap of rubblei’ve walked hand in handwith my broken hearti’ve watched as Holy Hands gathered every piecethat fell along the road of sufferingand mended me back togetherand

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“He also made the lampstand of pure gold. He made the lampstand of hammered work. Its base, its stem, its cups, its calyxes, and its flowers were of one piece with it.” Exodus 37:17Your lampstand©4-2-2025 hannah mclean let me be Your lampstandhammered, yesfor that is Your holy waybut sanctified in the workingdrawing out beauty in Your careful markings for function and for delightbut also

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1 Kings 13:8–9a And the man of God said to the king, “If you give me half your house, I will not go in with you. And I will not eat bread or drink water in this place, for so was it commanded me by the word of the Lord…”I keep thinking of this passage I taught on in children’s church the other day. The kingdom of Israel had just been divided, and Jeroboam, a man who had been a servant of King

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This morning, as I am finishing up my BSF study on suffering, I was reminded of something I wrote for a women's day that I had at my house this Summer. The Lord had given me an assignment for the day, and one of the parts of it was this: "I want you to describe My heart to them." That's a seemingly impossible assignment. Thankfully, through prayer, He highlighted specific verses that each

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Even There@1-4-2025 Hannah McLean If the wings of the morning bid me rideIf the waves pull me out to seaIf the night folds on me like coveringIf the light seems as darkness to meEven thereEven there, You're the Lord who searched meWho has known me before I met timeEven there, You're the Lord who has found meWho has hemmed in before and behindEven there, Your sure hand is on meYour thoughts of me

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Matthew 4:18–20 “While walking by the Sea of Galilee, He saw two brothers, Simon (who is called Peter) and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. And He said to them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.”Immediately they left their nets and followed Him.”  leave your nets©hannah mclean 10-12-2024 will you leave your nets and follow Me?will

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Revelation 1:12–16 “Then I turned to see the voice that was speaking to me, and on turning I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the lampstands one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around His chest. The hairs of His head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, His feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a

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I have spent my entire adult life battling health issues. Literally less than 2 months after my 18th birthday I got a diagnosis that seemed to determine the course of everything that followed; and when a doctor associated it with Celiac’s Disease (an autoimmune disorder that I believe was triggered in me after the death of my little brother when I was very young), I took the blame for the

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I went out to look in my flower bed this afternoon, and found myself standing in front of my rose bush. I bought it this Spring at ALDI, a bare twig maybe 10” tall for $7 figuring that even if it flopped, it was worth the $7 risk because…what if it didn’t? And there in my flower bed stood the former twig. While it still had only 2 branches, it was now 3 1/2’ tall, boasting three 4” roses and 2

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Last night I had a dream about a flood that was coming. When I woke up from it, I got up for a minute, and when I did, I noticed that the lights suddenly went on in the main flood of the house. I went downstairs to see who was awake and found my son curled up with a blanket on the couch in a fully-lit main floor because he had a scary dream. “What was the dream about, Son?”“It was about a flood.”

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Some seasons for me are messier than others; lately I've been bringing all the pieces of my heart in all their complexity and just pouring them onto the altar...and this has been my accompanying prayer of surrender: "Burn up what You will, Lord. Purify whatever remains after Your holy fire falls. And plant whatever You wish to grow in me." And so in this season where I cannot sort, I can still be

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"He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap." Psalm 113:7  The Lord was ministering to me with Psalm 113:7 yesterday, and this morning as I sat down with Him, I looked into the rest of the Psalm and I am undone.Psalm 113 speaks to the Lord being HIGH ABOVE ALL nations; China, Russia, the USA, Germany, Mexico, Brazil, Israel, Egypt, Monaco, Nigeria…every nation

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I am preparing to teach on Ruth 4 in Children’s Church on Sunday; it’s a chapter about Boaz redeeming Ruth. Last week I taught about how Boaz is intended to help us understand our Redeemer Jesus, so we considered the Redeemer’s heart. This week we will consider how and why He redeems. And because the book of Ruth is all about redemption, I found in the middle of this chapter a blessing that just

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For the Return of my Friend©4/26/24 Hannah McLeanMy face turns toward the Spring breezelungs breathe deep and I am filled.The sights and sounds and smells that surround mepour out their promises in the way only nature may.And in this air, I cannot help but hope.Time is ever changing things, this I know,the tiny nose that once wrinkled up a baby facenow sets among features matured into a different

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John 19:38–40 “After these things Joseph of Arimathea, who was a disciple of Jesus, but secretly for fear of the Jews, asked Pilate that he might take away the body of Jesus, and Pilate gave him permission. So he came and took away his body. Nicodemus also, who earlier had come to Jesus by night, came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds in weight. So they took

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Psalm 111:10 "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; all those who practice it have a good understanding. His praise endures forever! I taught in children’s church this Sunday, and my meditation and study in preparation for this lesson was SO FRUITFUL that I am going to share it with you. Every time I approach the passage that I am going to teach, I ask the Lord

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I published some books on Amazon if you are interested:

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 the wrestle©4-4-2024 hannah mcleanHe is Jehovah-Rapha, the God who heals we come to Him again and again when the broken world breaks uswhen the wounded world wounds uswhen the fallen nature seeks to fell us  “be who You say You are,” we pleadand sometimes in our seeking of healing, the Lord reaches out and touches our body or our soul and we are well in a momentbut often times the

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John 13:1–6 "Now before the Feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that His hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end. During supper, when the devil had already put it into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, to betray Him, Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things

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The Lord woke me up with a dream this week. In this dream I was registering patients at a hospital when a friend I knew from high school walked in with a woman who was having terrible chest pain. I picked up her registration form and my friend looked relieved because she knew I could help. I brought the woman back to my desk; she was uncomfortable and a bit nervous, but overall bright in her

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