Hi!!!!!!!!!!!

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!!! :)

Story

So, 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. :)

            “There is something wrong with everybody and it’s up to you to know what you can handle.” –Close Range

            “Are you trying to kill yourself!?”  Joseph threw a wrinkled newspaper at my face.

            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?!”

            “I ask again, are you trying to die?”

            “No, why?”

            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?!”

            “I’m only twenty-one.  My goal is five counties by the time I’m thirty.  Think I’ll make the deadline?”

            “Don’t say things like that!  You shouldn't have a stupid goal like that.  Why are you doing this?  This isn't the path you should be following.”

            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 shouldn't do this.”

            “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?”

            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.”

            Tears glistened in my friend’s eyes as he sadly stated, “Well, I guess this is good-bye.” 

            He stuck out his hand but I ignored it and wrapped my arms around his neck instead.  “I’ll miss you Joseph.”

            “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.

            After Joseph was out of sight, I let out a saddened sigh and strode into the adjoining room.  Gently, I shook the children awake.

            “Get up.”  I whispered, “It’s time to move on.  We must leave now as the dark is gathering.”

            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 customers had clawed her eyes in anger. 

            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 AIDS, and all who had been scarred by the horrors they had witnessed and been subjected to.

            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. 

            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.

MUST SEE

ok, 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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn3asGacRyQ

Update!!!

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!!! :)
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!!! :)
-Angel

My 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:

I (insert name here) WILL CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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? :)

Spiritual Warfare

Whoever 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.
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.
And on top of it all, no matter how early I go to bed, I still feel utterly drained when I wake up.
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.
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!"
Signing off :)  Love you all!!!

Languages and stuff

So, 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.
Now heres the hard part.  They conjugate their Nouns!  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.
Keep praying for me guys!!!  I will get it eventually... I hope.