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Name: Angela
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Grand Rapids
Birthday: 6/14/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Devouring books (Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Dickens, Elizabeth Gaskel). Posting long blogs. Hanging out with friends. Movies in general. Staying up that writing like a mad woman. Peanut Butter (Aw yeah baby). Jammin to Musik ( ANY kind..no Rap..and NO country). Opera, classical, blues, jazz, punk, techno, world beat, you name it. Making ppl smile and laugh. Being rather strange. My purpose in life is to have ppl wonder about my sanity.
 
Expertise: Seeing the world through God's eyes
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Retail
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AIM:  SilvrLoreena@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  SilvrLoreena@yahoo.com
Member Since:
6/16/2005
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| November Has Arrived
It's really sad that this month gets overlooked.
There should be a group of people banding together in protest that this month is ignored and is overpowered by the intense drive to buy buy buy. Materialism at it's ugly best. November is about warmth. Simplicity. Family. I'm not in a stereotypical crazy mode to buy gifts that drain me of my delicate brain cells. I'm relaxed and knowing that this month I will gather around those I love to share a meal. Simple. Warm. Loving.
Now, before you drag me off to the stake, I do enjoy Christmas. I do. The early days of Christmas. Don't get me started on how the day came up and Santa Clause and the Pagan holidays...we'll just keep all that out. I love giving gifts from the heart. Not my wallet. I'd rather make people a book with all the memories and funny stories we both share than buy them something at the mall. That's where my heart comes in.
November gets pushed to the side with Christmas Trees already strung with lights, and ornaments hanging on them. Display windows full of red, green and gold, with a guy in a a red suit saying Ho Ho Ho. Where are the rich colors of fall? The oranges...the reds...the crimson!? It's overtaken by Christmas. Thanksgiving almost is standing in a way of a school bully in the middle of the hallway. Not standing a chance.
I for one, am in favor of a day that takes time out of our lives to focus on a thankful heart. One a heart that pauses to remember people present and past. I think of my ancestors often in this time of year. Thanksgiving was born on this soil. In the thick woods inside the warm homes of pioneers that used that holiday to gather everyone within arms reach just to have company. It was born in the kitchens where the women were baking all day the traditional meal laughing with friends and family about life and loss. And even before the pioneers, it was born in the hearts of other pioneers that risked their lives to arrive here. They weren't perfect, but we all fall short. They risked everything to start over. To begin again. And with this heart...Thanksgiving was born. A heart that saw loss daily and knew the risks of this new country. Not even named yet. It's not wonder I always say that I was born in the wrong time. My heart is simple. I yearn for the simple days. The hardships are there, but the fruit is more than I see today in a world that is totally beyond my understanding. I find my fellow people in classics. Those that I know in history, if we were to talk, we would be good friends.
A history geek in the wrong time. Who would have thought....
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| All Hallow's EveThis is my favorite time of year.
The intense colors. The crisp air that burns your lungs when you breathe in too deep.
Windy days that send leaves dancing in all directions.
Rainy weather that creates a longing for a soft blanket, a warm cup of cocoa, and a friendly book to read in your favorite spot.
The cuddling within the warm swaddling blankets that lull you to sleep.
The sun on your face heating it ever so slightly.
Carmel apples and sweet, tangy treats shared with those you love.
Laughter and memories of autumns past.
....these are a few of my favorite things...
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|  | Currently Watching
Mother Teresa
By Olivia Hussey, Sebastiano Somma, Michael Mendl, Laura Morante, Ingrid Rubio
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Gumby GirlFor those of you that have been following me on my insane fast week when my life got shook up like a cheap Christmas Snow globe....there has been more stretching....
Call me...Gumby Girl.
For the life of me, I am just dumbfounded. I get words spoken over me Friday Morning. Then, I have a breakthrough Saturday Night (all on the Youth Retreat)...I run around with my head completely detached from my body...only to find that after the "stretch week" there is more.
I take a few steps back and consider...1. God is de-junking my life.....2. God is calling the Leader in me to step out more (scary)....3. God is telling my flesh to shut up and let Him take the wheel (always a struggle)....
So, I'm gumby girl at the moment. Being stretched to a limit that I didn't even know existed for me. Bad thing? Naw, just my heart condition getting all the quirks out.
Short and Sweet....unlike me..Tall and to the point. LOL
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| So much to say...
I survived an entire week without TV, Music of any kind, Movies, Cellphone, Video Games (like I play them..lol), Computer, Internet, and last but not least....Fiction....Novels. *gasp* I can't believe I made it through an entire week.
Here is what happened within this week of fasting. It wasn't exactly the best week of my life.
Monday. 7:30am. Driving to work without radio on for once, praying....when a little RED light came on. Check Battery.
....here.....we...go. Round one of the week of fasting for the Misadventure Dork. I pray the entire way to work for God just to get my little greenish beany car to work. That's all. I'm not asking for anything more. It does make it there and I'm telling myself that this is a stretching moment. All good, bad, and ugly things can be a blessing for God. So, no sweat right? I ask around to the guys I work with because they know cars and some of them even have mechanic background. I have to wait until after 4pm to have one guy look at it. So...I wait...as I work...wait...as I work.
Beany was very sick. Beany had a dead alternator. I learned more about the insides of my little beany car than I ever have in my life. My car battery is only 2 years old so that was good. To top things off, it's like pushing 5pm and most of everyone has gone home. I start to sweat and freak out. At the moment I was very...very...VERY emotional. I'm sure if I was sitting at home watching tv (if I wasn't fasting) and saw a tv ad and I would bawl like a baby. Girls, you know what I'm talking about. So...I start crying. Not drama sobbing tears, but frustrated, emotional, going to hit someone within arms length with a frying pan tears. My sweet co-worker sees the whole thing and offers to help. Bless. Her. Heart. She carts me home...and my Beany Car...my poor beany boy has to sit in the parking lot over night.
Tuesday. 7:30am. I get up early because another co-worker of mine was kind enough to pick my sorry rear end up. And apparently my neighbor didn't like the fact that there was a strange car stacked out for ten minutes near his home. Scared the tar out of poor co-worker when the guy tapped on her window. I'm telling ya, anything that it connected with me has strange things dragging along behind it. LOL. So...at work I can relax because the guy can't fix it until tomorrow, but I need to get the part. Like, I know what I'm talking about if I get my rear end to a parts place. Riiiight. So, I asked another guy to help. Seeing a pattern here. Me..asking for help. Not so easy.
The part arrives with a smile on my co-workers face. It cost me around 100 bucks, but by the Holy Grace of GOD I had the cash! Funny isn't it? My mum had a garage sale just that past Saturday in which I placed items in with hers. It covered it!!! Thank you LORD! So, the day stretches on and I got to attend an AWESOME design show.
For those of you tht have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm a agriculturist (aka floraculture is my field). These shows are put on my local wholesalers with designs from ALL OVER THE WORLD! The guy there actually owns part of the LARGEST dried floral suppliers. Yeah..big wig two times over. Anyway, this guy had some awesome ideas. I had my camera, you bet your bottom dollar. I actually had a misadventure (shocking isn't it?) I dragged my camera with me to work then dragged it to the show...only to see that the roll I took for extra was used. Yeah. So, I told my co-worker, "no big deal...there is a Walgreens on every corner." You betcha...I walked and of course nearly got hit by a crazy soccer mom vehicle. Story of my life.
Walking back, one of the guys working at the wholesalers, thought I had lost my mind. I laughed it off and repeated "there is a Walgreens on every corner!" He thought I was on drugs, but was amused anyway. Back to the show...this guy was 110% girly girl. Sad, but true. His designs were just breathtaking. I took alot of pictures and forced my brain to remember his tricks. He traveled to China, Paris, South America...you name it...I thought...now..that would be awesome. Being in Floraculture and traveling. I could live with that.
Wednesday. I get to work, again by co-coworker. The day flies by and suddenly I find myself leaning over my car holding onto peices I couldn't tell ya the names if my life depended on it. I helped though, gosh darn it all. My beany nearly didn't get fixed, then I prayed long and hard. And things began to work in the guys favor even though he was cursing like a sailor and calling my sweet beany names. Course, he constantly called my beany boy a nasty girls name. I tried to tell him that Beany was a boy, but then it became a whole new set of words. Some people never learn.
I was so happy to get my car back. However, something else was shifting inside of me. Fasting does that. Things move around and you get to face things you don't want to face. So, Thursday was not a good day. I stayed up until the weeeee hours of the morning talking to my roomie "who shall remain nameless". It was not fun, but God was working on something. I just didn't like it.
Friday came. I went into church because that was the first day of the Youth Retreat (or Gathering I should say). I tokk the day off just to prepare and help out where I could before everyone arrived. First Things First. Prayer Meeting. I do not like talking in front of people...so praying in front of people is really....really...hard. So, I listened and prayed inside as the others prayed. Then...they started to pray for me. Oh boy..
One lady, bless her heart...saw..."a plastic shield in front of you..and I see God standing right behind you.." and.."I believe that God is going to give you descernment (spelling is awful)." And the pastor's wife spoke of "...I believe that God is telling you Angela that you have the authority. God wants to give you authority, but you must pick it up..."
.....talk about hitting it right on the head. No one spoke of what I was going through. not even my roomie.
So, I struggled a little at the Youth Gathering. Placing my authority where God wanted it. I never really feel like I'm a leader..lol. Or in charge. That weekend, I felt like more in charge than I ever have in my LIFE! Deep breath!! Saturday came around and I had breakthrough. I have no diea...I just...in a sense ran with it. Spoke what was on my heart and ran with it.
who knows....who knows...first step in being in authority. Scary....very scary...lol
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| Fasting from all MediaWell everyone....or should I say to the very few that look into this random misadventured soul...
I am going on a week fast from Media. Yes, you've heard it hear folks...no cellphone...no mp3 player (like I have one..so no music at all for me..not even radio!)...no computer...no internet....No TV...no movies...and on a personal note..no books. Am I crazy? Yes. Am I crazy for God? I'm hoping to be even more so than I ever have in my life.
My heart calls for me to unplug from all the "stuff" in my life! We are constantly surrounded by NOISE! 24/7, 365 days a year! And this...this is what I keep going back to....
Joel 2:10 Before them the earth shakes,
the sky trembles,
the sun and moon are darkened,
and the stars no longer shine.
Joel 2:11
The Lord thunders
at the head of his army;
his forces are beyond number,
and mighty are those who obey his command.
The day of the Lord is great;
it is dreadful.
Who can endure it?
Joel 2:12
“Even now,” declares the Lord,
“return to me with all your heart,
with fasting and weeping and mourning.”
Joel 2:13
Rend your heart
and not your garments.
Return to the Lord your God,
for he is gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and abounding in love,
and he relents from sending calamity.
Joel 2:14
Who knows? He may turn and have pity
and leave behind a blessing—
grain offerings and drink offerings
for the Lord your God.
Joel 2:15
Blow the trumpet in Zion,
declare a holy fast,
call a sacred assembly.
Joel 2:16
Gather the people,
consecrate the assembly;
bring together the elders,
gather the children,
those nursing at the breast.
Let the bridegroom leave his room
and the bride her chamber.
Joel 2:17
Let the priests, who minister before the Lord,
weep between the temple porch and the altar.
Let them say, “Spare your people, O Lord.
Do not make your inheritance an object of scorn,
a byword among the nations.
Why should they say among the peoples,
‘Where is their God?’ ”
Joel 2:18
Then the Lord will be jealous for his land
and take pity on his people.
Joel 2:19
The Lord will reply to them:
“I am sending you grain, new wine and oil,
enough to satisfy you fully........"
We as a nation...as a society are surrounded by distractions...and I long for a Holy Call..a passionate fasting so I may rend my heart for my generation, future generations, for present and future! This upcoming generation is so wrapped into themselves. Me generation. I want to be seperate from the Me in this world. I want to be His. Not me. His.
Further down in that chapter I read one of my favorite verses. This upcoming week is the week of the fasting. The 8th of October to the 14th. We have out annual Youth Fall Retreat and I'm praying that God will pour out on these youth. These Young Men and Young Women that they can rise up as they have never risen up and take hold of the banner and RUN! RUN!
Joel 2:28 “And afterward,
I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your old men will dream dreams,
your young men will see visions.
That is what I long to see. A generation that litterally comes out of the ashes. So many adults place labels on young men and women because of the world's generation of attitude, me me me, and everything being handed to them. I want to see with my own eyes a generation that will spur on the adults to run WITH them..side by side!
Not only am I going to be fasting with others of the youth group I volunteer to, but some of us are even going to fast from food and drink on Friday October 12th and from Media the same day. Is it gonna be hard? Of course. Is my flesh gonna cry out for food? Yeah, but God sacrificed everything. EVERYTHING for me to be saved. For me to LIVE! I think I can handle a day without food and a week without media.
So, perhaps this is my last blog until after the 14th of October.
Peanut Butter on toast!
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