tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48371764446516385752024-02-19T03:24:36.808-08:00The JourneyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-83568266468194079852014-08-16T11:26:00.003-07:002014-08-16T11:26:53.548-07:00Hi!!!!!!!!!!!Hi guys!!! Sorry it took so long to update!!! I just got back from Russia! In America for only 2 weeks, and I'm already homesick :'( I will be posting a video of my trip, so that you can see what I was up too! K, love you all!!! :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-28031126765080717302014-06-10T08:25:00.000-07:002014-06-10T08:25:41.127-07:00StorySo, for Creative Writing, we had to write a short story based off of a quote from a book. So; here it is! Tell me what you think. :)<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “There is something wrong with
everybody and it’s up to you to know what you can handle.” –Close Range<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Are
you trying to kill yourself!?” Joseph
threw a wrinkled newspaper at my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Catching
it before it hit me, I quickly scanned the front page. As I read, a grin forced its way over my
features. Trying desperately to stop
smiling (so as not to make Joseph even more angry) I exclaimed, “They are
calling me ‘Moses’! How cool is that?!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I
ask again, are you trying to die?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “No,
why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Joseph’s
face took on a crimson shade and he growled, “Why? Maybe because this is now
the third county with a warrant out for your arrest! How long can you keep this up before you get
killed?!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I’m
only twenty-one. My goal is five
counties by the time I’m thirty. Think
I’ll make the deadline?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> “Don’t
say things like that! You </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">shouldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> have
a stupid goal like that. Why are you
doing this? This </span><span style="line-height: 24px;">isn't</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> the path you
should be following.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> Looking
at him sadly, I sighed. “Joseph, what
was I supposed to do? Leave those kids
to die? Leave them to be sold over and
over again from hostel to hostel? Twenty
kids were rescued. The oldest is
seventeen. Three of them were only six
years old. So tell me again that I </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">shouldn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> do this.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Why
can’t you rescue kids in countries where child trafficking is illegal? It happens all over, you could choose to go
to any of those countries. Why here? It’s
legal here. So now there is a warrant
out for your arrest on the grounds that you were stealing other people’s
property. This is the third country in a
row! Why is it that the only countries
you go to are ones that allow it? Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Moving
to the window, I brushed aside the curtain and gazed out at the gathering
dusk. “Remember in seventh grade when we
both said that child trafficking was wrong and we would dedicate our lives to
saving these children? We swore a pact
that day and have lived for it ever since.
But now I realize that we are two very different people. I will admit that I have a problem. When my life is in danger I get a rush. I love adventure, I love living on the edge,
I love being infamous and having people who want to kill me for doing what is
right. It excites me, and I realize that
there is something wrong with that. But
you must realize that there is something wrong with you too. You are afraid to do what must be done,
afraid that you will die during a mission, afraid of getting caught. We are two different ends of the
spectrum. But instead of balancing each
other out, we act like two oppositely charged magnets, pushing against each
other and unable to reach a middle point.
I love you Joseph, I always have.
But it is time we part ways. Go
to countries where you can do this work without breaking the law. I will stay here and continue doing what must
be done. I don’t care if I break the law
in the process, but I must do what I know is right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Tears
glistened in my friend’s eyes as he sadly stated, “Well, I guess this is
good-bye.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> He
stuck out his hand but I ignored it and wrapped my arms around his neck
instead. “I’ll miss you Joseph.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I’ll
miss you too. Stay safe, then again… I
know you won’t, so never mind.” Without
looking back, my dear friend and colleague, the person who had stayed by my
side since seventh grade, left the safe house and traveled down the road. Without regret and without dwelling on our
past together, he left me. I never saw
him again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> After
Joseph was out of sight, I let out a saddened sigh and strode into the
adjoining room. Gently, I shook the
children awake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Get
up.” I whispered, “It’s time to move on. We must leave now as the dark is gathering.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> When
they had all managed to drag themselves off of the thin straw pallets they had
been sleeping on, I joined hands with the youngest girl, Joy, who was barely
six years old. My other hand grasped Xíwàng’s
before she could wander off and get lost. Xíwàng’s name is Chinese for
hope. Her name is a reminder for her
since the small twelve year old child had been blinded recently when one of her
<i>customers</i> had clawed her eyes in
anger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;"> Twenty-one
of us set out into the growing dusk.
Twenty kids, three of which were pregnant, one who was blind, five who had
been starved until they were barely skeletons covered in thin skin, seven who
had lost fingers or toes to the huge machines in the factories, four with </span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">AIDS</span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">,
and all who had been scarred by the horrors they had witnessed and been
subjected to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Traveling
by night and hiding by day. Only
fourteen of those kids made it to safety.
There are always casualties during these rescues, some just can’t make
the journey. But they would rather die
on the run then live in slavery. For
nine years I continued traveling, alone, to the most dangerous places in the
world to try and rescue child slaves, the places where it is still legal. So no one was surprised when a couple weeks
after my thirtieth birthday, I was struck by a stray bullet shot by our
pursuers and died soon after. I had
commenced successful raids on hostels in twelve countries and had warrants out
for my arrest in seven. I had
accomplished my goal after all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Some
people want to play life safe, be careful and live longer. I’m not one of those people. To be careful is to miss opportunities and in
my work, to miss opportunities is often at the cost of many lives. I know that there is something wrong with me
to think this way. But I know what I can
handle. And I can handle going home
(dying). Death is just another adventure
and if you haven’t figured it out by now, I love adventure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-84762490326841479802014-06-06T12:25:00.004-07:002014-06-06T12:25:42.668-07:00MUST SEEok, so this is a video my best friend posted. It is very moving and I think everyone needs to see it. Because a lot of people struggle with the things she's talking about. It's short, just please, take the time to look at it.<br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn3asGacRyQ" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn3asGacRyQ</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-42303890830337776082014-06-03T06:59:00.000-07:002014-06-03T06:59:11.966-07:00Update!!!Answered prayer, awesome miracles, heart overflowing with joy!!!! Everyone knows I am going to Russia. Well, now it's official!!!! JULY 7TH I WILL BE LEAVING FOR RUSSIA!!! :)<br />
So, yep :) keep me in your prayers as I go to set a fire in Novosibirsk Russia!!! Papa answered prayer :) Oh, and I will be starting another blog the day I leave to keep track of this journey. I will post the name when I know it :) signing out! Love you all!!! :)<br />
-AngelAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-32051773000418246202014-05-23T13:42:00.002-07:002014-05-23T13:42:36.723-07:00My name is Angel, I am an adventurer, a pacifist, and a child of the KING MOST HIGH!!! I am a flame to this dry world, a believer, a healer, a guardian of lives. I KNOW WHO I AM. I challenge everyone who ever reads this, do you know who you are? For fellow believers and fellow children of the king, I ask that you all take this vow:<div>
I (insert name here) WILL CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div>
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For we are all flames, and one spark in the right place will light the world on fire. Keep fighting friends ;) I can see the light at the end of this tunnel. It's only a matter of time before Papa comes back for us. Are you ready? :)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-67374869213147810672014-04-29T14:57:00.002-07:002014-05-04T15:20:09.596-07:00Spiritual WarfareWhoever sees this, please pray for me. I have been undergoing some serious spiritual warfare lately. Satan knows I'm going places, so he's throwing all he's got at me the way he does right before something big happens. But I've been exhausted, completely drained of energy. Last week my dog died. Oreo was my friend, yes he was a dog, but he's been with me longer than my little sister, he was family.<br />
Then today, I brought my guitar to school to practice during lunch because I'm learning some of my favorite songs in Russian to help me with the language. And one of my "friends" (notice the quotation marks) started yelling at me about playing it because it was a Christian song (it was Here I am to Worship, it's a beautiful song!) and then of course he starts making fun of the way I play. He's more into power chords and harmonics, I do songs and melodies and chords. Neither is a bad way to play, just different and he was making fun of the way I play.<br />
And on top of it all, no matter how early I go to bed, I still feel utterly drained when I wake up.<br />
So, just pray for me. I know Satan's just being extra pig-headed right now because he knows that i will pull hundreds of thousands of souls out of his clutches and he hates me for it. Papa Jesus has told me the work I shall do for him, and when it comes down to it, Satan is just like a little child throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get what he wants.<br />
To everyone out there, remember that. You have a purpose. And every, single morning when you get out of bed, Satan face-palms and says, "Good grief! He (or She)'s up!"<br />
Signing off :) Love you all!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-4880460330702363412014-04-26T11:42:00.000-07:002014-04-26T11:42:01.660-07:00Languages and stuffSo, I'm starting to get annoyed with myself. I love languages ad I keep trying to learn them. But the problem is, I keep trying to learn 5 or 6 at the same time. Ug! Turns out, if you try to learn Khamer (pronounced kah-my), Chinese, Hindi, Spanish and Russian at the same time, your brain pretty much explodes and you forget EVERYTHING!!!! Ug, I keep having to start over. So, since last summer I decided to try and focus on one at a time. I've been working on Russian since then. Only Russian. But I am having a really hard time with it. They have a completely different alphabet with completely different letters. I finally learned it and can read Russian now, but I don't know what anything means. So I went to memorizing a russian-english dictionary. Thats going ok, and thankfully their sentence structure is pretty simple and verbs have pretty simple conjugations too.<br />
Now heres the hard part. They conjugate their <i>Nouns</i>! I am having a terrible time with that. Since we don't do that in english and it is terribly difficult for me to grasp.<br />
Keep praying for me guys!!! I will get it eventually... I hope.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-38837175773669462212014-04-25T16:52:00.000-07:002014-04-26T11:44:51.611-07:00I love this quote, it's written on the inside cover of my Bible, "I am a Christian. You can ridicule me. You can torture me. You can even kill me. But you CANNOT change my mind!" We, as Christians, know a love unlike any other. When you meet a love like this, there is nothing that will make you give it up.<br />
Anyhow, that is just something cool I wanted to share :) So, I realized today that besides the fact that my life goal is to go to Russia, I realized that I haven't ever really posted anything about myself on here, and that surprised me because, well, I'm a very open person. So, here goes.<br />
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<b><u>Surface level:</u></b><br />
I am presently 16 years old, my birthday is June 4th, I love fire, my favorite color is white, I have never liked soda, and my favorite animal is a cow (don't judge, cows are <i>AMAZING!!!</i>) :)<br />
I am in FFA at school (future farmers of america) and am raising a purebred Satin rabbit for competition :) Her name is Patience (that was the WRONG thing to name her!!!!! She bit me once!!! My friends found that seriously funny -_-)<br />
<img alt="Displaying photo.JPG" height="320" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=eaded3736f&view=fimg&th=1448841bdcf33721&attid=0.1&disp=inline&safe=1&attbid=ANGjdJ_x5UsfkEatSYLmxcHt34miJck37aAme2k1Bz_v_lJB-TDqtREhXQqABlzjxmG1fcAOc_N-Jje1yCrecr3vuA2vKMN2ra-_KTazq-nf8hdety9cgCrq__QESIA&ats=1398469468250&rm=1448841bdcf33721&zw&sz=w1322-h568" width="238" /><br />
My best friend's name is Megan, this is her: <br />
<img height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qQVLSqCpnzg/UlLqv20qfbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sWsWcyPsezI/w346-h463/IMG_5034.jpg" width="239" /><br />
(Oh! sorry, there's a lot of people in this picture. She's the blond one, haha) :)<br />
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<u><b>Deeper stuff:</b></u><br />
I'm a Jesus freak and want everyone to know that. Most people (in america anyhow) don't believe in 'Jesus things' you know, talking in tongues, angels and demons, spiritual warfare, miracles, ectera. I do. Why? I've seen Jesus-things, and I won't go into the details at this time because then everyone will think I'm insane (You know, more than I actually am, haha). I love adventure and will set the world on fire!!! (that's a metaphore. No, I'm not actually going to go around setting stuff on fire)<br />
So yeah, that's me :) I'm that crazy person who's always dancing and singing and loving Jesus :)<br />
JESUS IS GOING TO COME BACK FOR US AND WE ARE ALL GOING TO GO HOME!!!!!!!! COME FOR US PAPA!! Holy Spirit, you are welcome here! Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere! Your glory God is what our hearts long for, to be overcome with your presence here. Oh, holy spirit. (haha, luv that song) ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-17808898807165812792014-04-25T15:31:00.000-07:002014-04-25T15:31:05.746-07:00There CAN be MiraclesI've known I was going to be a missionary every since I was ten years old, when the lord told me I was to rescue child slaves in India and China (look at earlier post titled Dreams for the story behind that). I never thought of going to Russia, It never even crossed my mind. But a year and a half ago, when I was 15, I had another dream. I saw a little boy sitting next to a half-boarded up widow with his hand pressed against the frosty glass. He was waiting for someone. The Lord told me his name, Daniel, and told me to go to him. He told me I would find him in Russia. Of course my first response to that is: "Sure lord, let me just get out my snowshoes and travel to the middle of nowhere and find this little boy who is somewhere in THE BIGGEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD!" (haha, sarcasm was heavy there. I wonder why Papa is still putting up with me? I'm extremely dense.) :)<br />
A couple weeks later, I had another dream. I was walking through an airport, there were a ton of people and the airport looked new but was pretty small. In the dream, I knew that I had just gotten off of a plane in Russia. There was one person who stood out in the crowd. She was short-ish with white hair, but her face didn't look any older than 40. She was waiting for me. I walked through the crowd and asked her, "Where am I supposed to go?" She showed me a map, pointed to a certain place on it, and said, "Fifteen minutes north-west of Moscow." Then, I woke up.<br />
The next morning, I googled "Map of Moscow and surrounding area" the first one that popped up was the map I'd seen in my dream. This one:<br />
<img src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSudqpnE0Ea5dA9DqNVkxM0tOcHsthqqNt7ajjh2xVW4LAiY9YO_Q" /><br />
All of this was too specific for me to have just <i>made up</i>. It's not a coincidence, it's a Jesus thing. So, I set my sights on Russia. I kept trying to figure out how to get there on my own, I even went so far as to obsess over it for a while until Papa got me to chill out by promising me that HE would get me to Russia in HIS time.<br />
I figured I might as well go on another trip while waiting for Papa to work it out for me, so that summer I tried to go on a mission trip to Cambodia. Last minute, everything fell through and I couldn't go. That was really disappointing because I had truly had faith that Papa would work it out for me. Since I didn't have anything to do that summer, I ended up getting a job and earning a good bit of money before I quit. <br />
A couple months ago, I tried to sign up to go to a mission school in Mozambique. I really, really, wanted to go. But once again, it fell through last minute and I wasn't able to sign up in time. That too was very disappointing, because I had had such faith that it would work out. But I still trusted Papa, and believed that it would work out. I even went so far as to say to my best friend when she tried to make me feel better about the whole mess, "It's okay. If Mozambique didn't work out, It means Papa has another plan and I'm okay with waiting." <br />
I'm not sure how I had that attitude about it, because I'm not naturally a patient person, haha, but I continued to have faith and a couple months ago, (okay, this part is confusing): My Nanna told my mom that someone from their church who they knew but my mom had never really spoken too had come back from a long trip in Russia. He is a long term missionary there and had come back to California for some reason or another. My Nanna gave my mom his email address and she emailed him, (she didn't even know him remember). He responded and they started talking back and forth and my mom asked if I could go back to Russia with them when they went.<br />
Long story short, I'm going to California for a bit to meet them and see if I'm compatible with him and his family (I'm a super friendly person, so here's hoping!) and if it works out, I'll be going to Russia with them.<br />
Now, here the miracle. MY MOM IS THE MOST OVER-PROTECTIVE PERSON I KNOW. Of all the places in the world, Russia is number 1 on her list of Do-Not-Go-Here, the first time I told I wanted to be a missionary in Russia, she practically told me I was insane. She's not only letting me go (with someone she barely knows) but is also <i>helping me get there</i>. <br />
If I had been able to sign up for Mozambique, I would have been there the entire summer instead of Russia, where my heart lies. If I had been able to go to Cambodia, I wouldn't have gotten a job and wouldn't have the money to go. Because I had faith, and trusted in the lord, he totally put peace in my momma's heart so that she's not only letting me go, but is also figuring a lot of the larger aspects of the trip (passport and paperwork and stuff) out for me, and is even helping me pay for it!<br />
I now truly know what it means to have faith to move a mountain. FOR PAPA HAS MOVED MOUNTAINS FOR ME!!!!!!!! And <u style="font-weight: bold;">I</u> am going to Russia.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-72183740372902535002014-02-23T16:24:00.002-08:002014-02-23T16:24:20.288-08:00FamilyWhat is <strong>Family</strong>??? The dictionary definition is:<br />
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<span>a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.</span></div>
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<span>That is such a face-value, dumb ideal. "parents and children living together in a household." Okay, what about when the kids grow up and move away? You see, the truth about family, that people who don't know the Lord can't understand, is that we are all family. I know that sounds stupid, but think about it. God loved us SO much that he died for us. Would you give your life for someone you don't even know? He created us, formed us, loves us, and died for us. I'm not saying we are all related, I am saying we are all <strong>Family</strong>. Are kids who are adopted, not part of their family? No, they are family even though they are not of the same blood as their parents. It is the same concept with Christ. We are adopted into his family and he loves us. That is why we need to support missionaries and children around the world. Because they are our <strong>Family</strong>.</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-62648633969109501942013-11-18T15:42:00.001-08:002013-11-18T15:42:06.708-08:00True CourageWhat is Courage? The dictionary says that courage and bravery are the same thing. The dictionary is wrong. Bravery is facing challenges head-on without thinking about it, bravery and stupidity are often the same thing. Courage is doing the right thing even when it's hard. <br />
Mother Tereza was courageous. She saved lives, a lot of times she would be in the process of saving someone and they would spit in her face for no other reason than that she loved our Lord Jesus. She had courage to keep doing what she did even though she probably really didn't want to.<br />
My favorite preacher's name is Nick Vujicic, he was born without arms or legs. He has courage because he travels around the world proclaiming the name of Jesus. He has overcome not just the physical obsticals but also the challenges that come when people around you say "You can't". He has courage because he has proved anyone who may have doubted him wrong. And continued to spread the name of Jesus around the world.<br />
I have courage because I am going as a long term missionary to Russia two summers from now, despite the fact that my peers do not support me in that decision. Quite often my parents ask me about my plans for collage, even though I have already told them that I am not going. I hear, "You can't survive in the real world without collage". God himself has told me GO and who am I to say NO??? If God has told me to go, than he will protect me and provide for me. I know who I am and where I'm going. That's why I have courage, because I am willing to listen and obey God's voice even though everyone around me (save a few) tells me "You can't". Or "It's not possible."<br />
That is courage, everyone is capable of courage if they ignore their inner doubts and obey God's word for us with all our hearts.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-50537640470735239512013-08-26T08:42:00.000-07:002013-08-26T08:44:41.574-07:00DreamsA lot of people think that the Lord doesn't speak to us. I am hear to tell you otherwise. I have heard the lord plenty of times, mostly through dreams. Maybe because we are more receptive during sleep??? Anyhow, this is the dream I started having when I was almost ten... I had this dream for almost two years.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> When
I was ten years old I had the same dream almost every night for two
years. Finally, I figured out that Jesus was trying to tell me
something. After I figured that out, the dreams stopped. This is
the dream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> I
stood on a mountain that was covered with pine trees. I saw many
children running around. They were all different nationalities. The
children ranged from the age of six to sixteen. Almost all of them
were girls. Then, in the dream I saw one child who was different.
She might have been twelve. Her eyes were cloudy with scars all
around them. The dream zoomed in on her and the scene changed. </span>
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I was standing in a large cement room. There were many cages. There was a girl in every cage except one. As I
watched, another girl was dragged into the room and tossed into the
only empty cage. It looked as if someone had clawed her face. Blood
dripped into her eyes but she didn’t seem to notice. She curled up
in her cage, looking utterly hopeless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> I
don’t know how but I knew that because she could no longer see, she
was no use to the person who ‘owned’ her. I knew that he was
going to rid of her (kill her).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> All
of the other children reached through their cages, trying to reach
her to comfort her. When the girl (whose name was Xiwang which is
Chinese for ‘hope’) was unresponsive, the other children tried
something else. They all started singing. I knew that they were
speaking a different language, but I could understand. This is what
they said:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Amazing
grace, </i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>How
sweet the sound</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>That
saved a retch like me. </i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I
once was lost, </i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>But
now I’m found, </i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Was
blind but now I see.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> Then
another voice joined the children’s:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>When
we’ve been there ten thousand years;</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Bright
shining like the sun;</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>There’s
no less days;</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>To
sing God’s praise</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Then
when we’ve first begun.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> The
children looked shocked when the other person joined them singing.
The person walked into the room. That was when I realized, the
person who had just walked in was an older me (that was a little
disturbing because I had the feeling that I was seeing my own
future). Future Me picked the locks on all of the cages. </span>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=4837176444651638575" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> Every
night the dream got more intense, I saw how they got away… Although
I don’t remember much of those dreams. I also saw what had happened before that, those girls were child slaves. People would pay to... Do stuff to them. Sometimes, I heard the
Lord’s voice telling me that I was meant to save them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><b>This
is my dream, my future, my life.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Another Dream</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I saw a small boy in an orphanage in Russia, his name is Daniel. He was waiting for someone. He would sit in the window and stare out, waiting for someone who would adopt him. Many people would come to the orphanage looking for a child and time after time, they always looked right over him, as if he didn't even exist. No one wanted him, he was different. And he feared that he would never have a family, because he knew that no one wanted to adopt older kids.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The Lord told me that someday I would be the one to adopt him. Whether that was literal or metaphorical, you decide. But I do know that in a couple years I am moving to Russia to help the orphans there who have no hope left. I am going to Russia to love the children who feel like no one will ever love them. And then hopefully, a couple years after that I will travel to hostels in India, Nepal, and China to rescue child slaves. The Lord speaks to us, maybe my dreams were metaphorical, maybe I will never meet either Daniel or Xiwang, maybe they are only symbols as to what my Lord Jesus will have me do, or maybe not. Either way I am going. I am going to make a difference by shining the light of the Lord where no light has ever reached.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">This isn't just a cool story, it is a challenge Listen for the Lord's voice and you will hear him. We are all meant to make a difference, In a couple years, I am going to make a change in Russia, but I'm not going to wait to bloom until I'm transplanted. I can make a difference right here, in Trophy Club Tx. And I will. <b>WILL YOU</b>? Wherever you are <span style="color: red;">BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED!!!</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-80538911997651266662013-07-09T06:40:00.001-07:002013-11-18T15:42:43.390-08:00A MIssionI have a bone to pick with about half the churches in the united states... One of my friends went on a mission trip to Japan with her church. And they stayed in THE NICEST HOTEL IN THE CITY!!!! There is something wrong with that!!! If you go on a mission trip to tell poverty stricken people, people who have next to nothing, that Jesus loves them, and you are staying in the nicest hotel in the city... Can you seriously think that you can get through to them!?!?!?!?!? Those people will just think to themselves, "<i>you can say that, you're rich and have everything you need. Yet you come to me and tell me you understand what I am going through when I struggle every day just so I can have enough food to give to my starving children!"</i> Seriously? Do people really, truly believe they can talk to the lowest of society, the poor and the destitute, when they have never even come close to experiencing what those people have been through?????<br />
Granted, not all churches are like that. But it just made me a little upset. Misson trips aren't supposed to be "fun" but so, so many people think that they can go on a mission trip and tell people about jesus, and go shopping, and look at the sites. When that happens, it ceases to be a misson and turns into a vacation!!!! A mission is suposed to be about JESUS, nothing else. Take my cousin, who went to Cambodia for a month on a MISSION. He lived with a host family there who, in American terms, were super poor. My cousin ate what they ate. And it was a struggle for them to find food every day. My cousin even had to eat dog. He said that dog tastes like wet-dog smells. SOmetimes, my cousin had to even scavenge for food. But the whole time he was serving. <br />
Telling people about Jesus, holding orphaned and starving children, cleaning toilets (and believe me, toilets in cambodia are not like the ones here. Take the nastiest, grossest bathroom you have ever been in, get rid of the 'toilet' and and a hole in the ground that people poop in, and you are starting to get an idea of bathrooms in different countries)<br />
That is a mission trip. To do the lowest and dirtiest of labors while smiling. To rock a dyeing child and tell him/her that everything will be okay. To tell everyone you meet that Jesus loves them!!! And he wants them to KNOW him!!!! To serve, instead of to be served. That is also the definition of LOVE.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-3069657592511886622013-06-03T04:48:00.002-07:002013-11-18T15:43:18.051-08:00LoveSo, I've been thinking about how much the Lord loves children.... When the apostles were fighting over who was the best, Jesus said that none of them were and told them a child was the best out of them. He also said, "Let the little children come unto me." Jesus LOVES kids, I think that's sort of cute. <br />
John 14:18 says, "I will not leave you as orphans, I will come for you." I love that verse, because someday I will rescue children like that.<br />
Also, people say that abortion is a 'debatable' issue. There is nothing to debate about it. It is MURDER... How is that debatable? <br />
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Why can't parents put the child up for adoption? Why do they have to murder it? I've heard stories of kids only 13-14 years old getting abortions. Underaged kids shouldn't be getting pregnant anyhow (idiots). But if a person does sin by sleeping with someone before getting married, they shouldn't continue to make bad choices, but do the right thing and give the child LIFE.</div>
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So earlier this week, I was doing research about the orphan problem in Russia. Russia is one of the places I feel called to. That country is stuck in circle of problems. Orphans "graduate" from the orphanage when they are 16, with no financial help and no idea how to provide for themselves or get a job. Most of them turn to drugs or alcohol to forget their worries, and most have kids of their own who in turn become orphans. In 2011, there was estimated to be about 800,000 orphans in Russia. And the problem gets worse every year.</div>
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People may ask "Why should we care?" Well, we should care because these children are living, breathing humans. Who have just as much right to live as we do. Hundreds (if not thousands) of children are dying EVERY DAY of starvation and neglect. Every time I think about it, I feel like my heart is being ripped out. I refuse to let these children suffer any more! What would happen if only 50 people would band together and say "We will fight to keep these children alive! We will protect the helpless! We will stand up for those who can't stand up! We will be a voice for the voiceless!" Well, I'll tell you what would happen, the world would change. I'm not saying that only Russia needs this change. Also, China, India, Romania, Zambia and America. Yes, America. This country NEEDS HELP!!! Do you know how many people (even young children) in this country kill themselves every day because they feel useless, and unloved. Do you know how many middle and high school kids turn to drugs and alcohol to try and get rid of the pain that has built up inside of them? This country has a problem. <span style="color: red;">WILL YOU HELP FIX IT?</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4837176444651638575.post-62849352612605715022013-05-29T10:26:00.000-07:002013-11-18T15:43:47.766-08:00A BeginningHi, my name is Angel. I am writing this to tell the world that we can make a diference. 1 Timothy 4:12 says, <b>"</b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;">Don’t let anyone look down on you</span><span style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold;"><sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29760A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"> because you are young, but set an example</span><span style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold;"><sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29760B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"> for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith</span><span style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold;"><sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29760C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><b> and in purity."</b> No matter how old we are, we can make a difference! Even if it's just telling people at school about Jesus or carrying your Bible around. People will notice :) That's what I do. Another good idea is to go somewhere like Walmart and talk to the workers and just be friendly. Or tell some random person that they are really pretty. My favorite idea is to print off bible verses and stick them inside the packs of beer at stores. One verse in the right place can change a life! That's some things kids can do, but I can't wait until I grow up and do even more!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">When I'm an adult, my job will be to rescue child slaves. It is my path. How do I know? Well, Jesus told me. People in America have a hard time believing that the Lord will do stuff like that, but believe me. He will if you ask him to. I started having a dream when I was 10 years old. At that time, I didn't know that child trafficking existed. Scientists say that it is impossible to have the exact same dream more than once... Well I had this dream every night for 2 years! And it was about something I didn't know existed! Is that enough proof that Jesus still talks to us? I draw what I see, and I see my path. Here is one of the pictures I've drawn (yes, I know that I can't draw very well):</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">These children have as much right to survive as we do! It is time for all of us to help the helpless!!! It is time for us to stand up for those who can't stand up!!! It is time for us to protect those who cannot protect themselves!!! It is time for us to spread the word of Jesus to those who have never heard!!! PEOPLE ARE STARVING FOR JESUS!!! Will we give them what they are starving for? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">John 14:18 says, <b>"I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you."</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Exodus 22:22 says, <b>"</b></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>You shall not mistreat any widow or fatherless child."</b></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Matthew 25:40 says, <b>"</b></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.'"</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We are commanded by the Lord to save/help these beautiful children. The question is WILL WE? </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10926330603670613510noreply@blogger.com0