Dirty Wordys. And Other Epic Fails.

Somewhere around the hideous age of 13, I was on the 7th grade basketball team.  My skills at basketball were almost as proficient as my skills at styling my own hair—which I accomplished with a sweet bang swoop and a lot of hair gel—so you can imagine how often I handled the ball. 

The Swoop.

The Swoop.

 But my friends played, and that was enough for me to stick out the bus rides and line drills and the scratchy uniform. (We had about 20 girls on the team that year and 19 pairs of official basketball shorts between us. Guess who got the leftover polyester pair?)

This is an unrelated photo, but does suggest that the Swoop was actually an improvement from previous hair attempts.

This is an unrelated photo but does suggest that the Swoop was actually an improvement from previous hair attempts.

After practice one day, while getting dressed in the locker room, a friend approached me. I remember that I was looking in the mirror when she walked up (likely getting my swoop just right.) She said point blank, “Why don’t you ever cuss?”

Now cussing was a big deal in the 7th grade. The adequate and correct usage of certain four-letter words proved that you had passed from 6th grade babyhood into official junior high awesomeness.

My blatant disregard for the rules of coolness had obviously stood out. She called me to the carpet, 7th grade style.

So here, suddenly and without warning, was that moment I had always waited for. When all my Sunday School training would finally pay off. Here’s where I would finally get to flaunt my spiritual muscles.

I was about to marvel her with such religious brilliance that she would probably fall to her knees right then and there and ask Jesus to cleanse her from all those dirty words and make her a super Christian, just like her friend Hannah.

So, Hannah, why don’t you cuss?

And Super-Christian Hannah’s response was?

(Wait for it…) 

“’Cause my parents would kill me.”


I was that cool.

She probably turned in her Cusser Card right then and there. Either that or spread ugly rumors about how I was even dorkier than I let on.

I suspect the latter.


 We all go through seasons in our faith (and our lives).

For Josh and I, there were the years before had busy kids when we had gobs of time. We volunteered. We memorized scripture. Some of us even enrolled in seminary (and promptly dropped out.) But we had time for stuff like that. And lots of it.

And there will be the years (I hope) after we have busy kids, when we can sit on our front porches on quiet mornings and ponder God’s Word with coffee in our mugs and no one spills a drop.  

But we are in the in between days now, Josh and I. Days when we wake up at a horrific hour because we need the Word in our hearts before the ‘I have to go potty’s, and he’s chewing on my toothbrush and this tag is scratchy’s’ begin. 

We need time in the Bible, and we need scripture stored in our hearts.

It is vital.

As a wife and mother, I am practically dangerous without it.


Josh and I were reminded this weekend how important scripture memory is to the Christian. We were also convicted of how much we had slacked off.

I thought of the many minutes (ahem…hours) I have wasted scrolling through social media. And for what?

Those minutes are gone. Forever. 

Time in the Bible is never gone. It is never wasted. Yes, it is hard. Yes, it requires discipline.  But which will prove more beneficial?

The pictures I saw of your kids at the pumpkin patch? A survey about which Disney character I am? Someone’s rant about their ex?

Or Words I learned that fed my heart peace? Joy? Abundance? Words that gave me hope?

There is no question, friends.

(For the record, I am not Anti-Facebook. Since most of you connected to this blog from Facebook, you should know that. I am, however, officially against wasting my time on this earth and Facebook ranks high on my list of things that tempt me to do just that.)


Junior high Hannah didn’t know why she didn’t cuss.  In my family, we just didn’t. I know that my parents could have given good Biblical reasons for it, but I couldn’t.

I didn’t know the Word.

If I had, I could have told my friend that day that out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks (Luke 6:45). Or that we are to use our mouths to bless and not curse (Romans 12:14) or what God thinks about the man (or woman) who does not control his tongue (James 1:26).

Maybe I could have. But I didn’t.

I missed my chance to share Truth with her.

And I have missed plenty of chances since.

But God is kind, and a God of many, many chances.

It’s time for me to get work, storing up the Good Stuff. ‘Cause we never know when we’re going to need it. (But it’s probably gonna be as soon as the kids wake up.)  

So what do you think? Let’s do it, eh? Let’s start small. One verse. 

Who’s in?


Oh, and don’t let this distract from the much more important stuff above… but my newest book God Bless Our Christmas is almost here! In stores and online next Tuesday, October 7th. And stayed tuned, I’ll be doing a giveaway on the blog STAT! 


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  1. sally apokedak said:

    convicting post. Thanks.

    Love those bangs! Both sets.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Heh. My mom had the poofy set too- we were a matching pair. So horribly cute. 🙂


  2. Lindsey Brackett said:

    Woo-hoo! Love everything about this–and adding the book to my christmas wish list. We should have a google hangout or something. I miss talking with you!


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      I would love to Lindsey! I still have so much to learn, and I need people like you to teach me! How’s the novel coming? Catch me up!


  3. Kasie said:

    Can’t wait to read your book to my children.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Thanks, Kasie. Stay tuned for a giveaway. Free books are always better books. 😉


  4. Heather Bock said:

    I’m with you on memorizing verses. I usually memorize in the shower (I have the verses on 3×5 cards in plastic bags, and the bags stick to the shower wall), but I’ve gotten lazy lately. I’ll start working in earnest again–I know I should anyway!

    Congratulations on the book! It will be on our wish list for sure!

    I don’t know about the swoop bangs being better than the ones before them… 🙂


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Well, the swoop bangs were only one bad decision. The other picture was definitely two bad hair decisions. Way, way too much body going on there. (Plus the outfit was awful. I shouldn’t have cropped most of it out. 🙂

      The shower thing is a good idea. I guess each card is in it’s own baggie? Or do you just swap the front cards between showers? Explain this to me, friend. 😉


      1. Heather Bock said:

        I had some really bad hair in seventh and eighth grade, too. I tried to copy the cool big bangs that everyone had, but mine just ended being a curly poof. I had a perm, too. It was bad.

        Yes, each card is in its own baggie, except when I put two cards in one bag–one taped to the other so the top one doesn’t fall behind or in front of the other (so you can see both at the same time). You can write quite a few verses on one card, too. The wetness of the shower keeps the bag from falling, so it works well. I definitely did better with this method when I showered every day…every other day and sometimes at the gym doesn’t work quite as well.

        I’ve also memorized in the car while I’m driving, although I don’t know if I really should be recommending that. 😉 That way you can’t look at the card too much. The problem with it is that most of the time I have the kids in the car, and they really don’t like me repeating a verse a bunch of times out loud. I have heathen children.


  5. Andrea Garrison said:

    Wow, what a convicting post!

    Thank you for sharing!! So happy for you that you have book #3 out.


    1. Hannah Post author said:

      Thanks, Andrea! God has been very kind, as always. 🙂


  6. Angela said:

    I am guilty of letting everything else distract me from the word. I feel encouraged knowing that I have friends working hard toward discipline. It makes me want to stay in the race instead of passing the stick. I think that the more I read the word the more clearly I hear that still voice inside speak to me. It helps me to have sound judgement and I NEED THAT in these “in between days” with little people who are right now standing in front of me asking a question on repeat! (I have had your post pulled up for 2 days and this mommma WILL read it right now) 🙂 I love you friend and I am so proud of you for writting the truth for all to see.


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