Showing posts from November, 2011

Just Because

Not because of what You can do for me
Like a Genie or Santa or the Easter Bunny
Not because of the comfort You bring
The purpose You give to my every day
The gift of Your peace
The fear you take or the hope You represent
Or the future You promise
Or the unconditional love You embody

Not because of the healing You do
Or just because You are the lamb who was slain
Or the wisdom You impart
The shame You remove
Or the never ending grace and mercy You show
The beauty of Your Creation-from the mountains and seas
To my babies eyes and toes

Not because You provide my every need
Or because You call me "Beloved"
Or the fact that I am Your princess and You are my Abba, Father
Or that You will never leave me
Or because You are perfect and Holy, The King of Kings
And that one day every knee will bow and ever tongue will proclaim Your Greatness
I choose not to wait for that day

While these are all pieces of Your majesty
And some of Your many gifts to me
I love you...Just Because

Speak Out LOUD with Eliska Hahn 11/27

Due to a family emergency, tonight's live broadcast of "Sleeping Beside Satan-Part 2" has been postponed until next Sunday 12/4 at it's regular time-11p EST

On Demand episodes can be heard here.

Thank you for your prayers and understanding.  My love to you all...


The shock and horror kicked off the breakers in my head
In thick, quick dry cement
More like quicksand, actually
Because every time I move-even to breath
I sink deeper and become more aware
Of the thing that is consuming me.

Drowning now
In anger, and pain, and helplessness
Feeling strangely ambivalent, strangely unreal
I hate these kinds of movies
Too tired to care?  Or caring, but finding no energy to do so?
Self preservation?  Or complete denial?
Feeling the last ounces of hope, and of will
Through my heart and out of my feet onto the cold, sterile, laminate floor.
Tubes run in an out of her small body
Her hands feel as if she has been playing in the snow without her gloves
Waiting, hoping, longing
To see her eyes
Her kaleidoscope eyes that seem to contain every color ever invented
Please open your eyes baby

My heavy, defeated sighs add to the symphony of beeps and buzzes from the machines
It's as if drawing breath takes every effort, for…

My Sister's Keeper

Below is my sister's story of how the medical community in this country not only failed her miserably, but came within the width of an eyelash of killing her. This is my little best secret keeper...aunt and second mother to my children. They almost killed her at the ripe old age of 42. Sure, she probably would've been part of those statistics that the CDC puts out every year warning physicians against over prescribing narcotic pain medications and the like. She would've been a percentage, a number, a statistic. But the thing about statistics, and numbers and percentages is that they don't sound so bad when the numbers are small. I've heard it many times before-"Well only 10% of the population dies from taking medications AS PRESCRIBED by their doctors and 90% don't so they must be safe" Guess what...If my sister died from taking medication AS PRESCRIBED by her doctors that statistic rises up to 100% for me.…

My Story - Sleeping Beside Satan 11/20

This week on Speak Out LOUD with Eliska Hahn-LIVE, Sunday 11/20 11p EST My Story - Sleeping Beside Satan

The Disgrace at Penn State-11/13 on Speak Out LOUD with Eliska Hahn on Blog Talk Radio

In light of the horrific news coming out of State College, PA, I have bumped my planned topic for my show this week so that we may discuss "The Disgrace at Penn State" Sunday @11p on "Speak Out LOUD with Eliska Hahn" ONLY on BlogTalkRadio

The Disgrace at Penn State 11/13 with Eliska Hahn | Blog Talk Radio

Still I Rise

This Blog post is dedicated to any and all who have been enslaved in any form- by fear, by circumstance, by another person, because of race or gender, by something we trusted, by evil, by religion, by self imposed limitations, by society, by the media, by a government, and most of violence. This is for you. These are the words of the great Maya Angelou, my prayer is that they empower and impact you as they have me. My love to you all.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offen…

"Speak Out LOUD with Eliska Hahn" on Blog Talk Radio

My Blog goes LIVE!! Please join me for my maiden voyage!! This Sunday, November 6th at 11pm EST.

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Domestic Violence Awareness Month-A Look Back 11/06 by Eliska Hahn | Blog Talk Radio