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Faith, Be a Better Human Hannah Brencher Faith, Be a Better Human Hannah Brencher

An open letter to Joe.

I’m never going to be able to go to God at the end of this and give him an inventory of my faith that consists of a cross, and a bible, and a pew. I am going to say the inventory of my faith was a lot of uncertainty, a few bad Tinder dates, a good mother, the feeling of grace, a yellow room, the play Les Miserables, a slew of coffee shops, and you.

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Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

Old Camel Knees. 9 parts.

Honestly— I don’t think God has any care for me being good or perfect. He just wants me. All of me. And how do I wrestle a thing like that— a thing like communicating with him just because my heart is needy and empty— to the ground?

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War is over (if you want it)
Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

War is over (if you want it)

I know you’re out there laying awake at night. Whispering mistakes into the night. I know that when the phone screen doesn’t light up in the way you hoped it would, you’re a bit devastated. You wanted so badly to hear from him tonight.

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Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

Welcome to the valley.

You are not forgotten in all of this, you are becoming something new. Lay down your armor. Meet things face-to-face. Let the work be done. Let the slow and quiet work be done right.

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Little thing.
Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

Little thing.

Loving someone is a process. Whether that’s God, or that’s another sticky human, it’s a process.

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Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

A dirty, little gospel.

Saying “I am a Christian” is taking a risk. It’s giving you an open door to not like me because of what other people have told you about me. You've read of me in the papers. You've seen me on the news.

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Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

We cannot stay here any longer.

Take my hand. Don't even turn your head to look back. We're gonna try forward and I promise, I promise, you'll weep for joy when you find it fits you like an old lover's sweatshirt in the night winds of April.

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Faith Hannah Brencher Faith Hannah Brencher

HolderOfYourHand@gmail.com

I was done with how the world told me I SHOULD respond to God. I was done with perfect little prayers. I was over, SO OVER, feeling like I could only reach him some of the time. Mainly in the mornings. When I was extra holy. And not sinning.

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