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| i moved.
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| And.
I updated the blood:Hope site.
www.freewebs.com/thebloodhopesite
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| Nearly two months after my last post...
I am engaged.
Needless to say, I am horribly excited.
In case you're wondering, I'm engaged to this amazing man named Troy...*grin*
He proposed on Saturday, in Gettysburg, on top of the New York Memorial
(which just so happens to look like a castle). We danced to Frank
Sinatra's "It Had to Be You" and then he proposed...on top of the
castle. It was absolutely perfect. God has blessed me so much.
Also, God is good just because He is good. He's been teaching me a lot
about seeking His face and not His hand. Isaiah 56-60 keep coming up.
More stories about that later (poke me if I forget; they're really
worth telling). But He also loves me where I am-- I'm okay and I'm on
my way (to quote Joyce Meyer). He's teaching me to walk in joy, and not
try to carry burdens I'm not meant to carry (like the souls of everyone
I meet).
I had gotten to the point where I felt like I understood why Jeremiah
was the weeping prophet; I would see people in grocery stores and gas
stations and McDonalds and just...hurt for them. Ache for them. And
want to shout what I knew, the truth I had, the Salvation that has been
revealed to me. And I wouldn't say anything- then I would feel guilty
and shamed (which, by the way, isn't good; conviction is one thing,
condemnation is not of God-- He didn't come into the world to condemn
it, but to save it). When I was praying on Sunday at the altar, some
other people prayed for me and it was dead on. I felt like an entire
nation had been lifted off my chest, off my spirit. They are God's
people, and God can handle them. Yes, I am called to witness, but I am
not called to be responsible to save every person I meet. I don't have
to loathe going places; I can walk in freedom and joy. I can speak if I
am called, but I do not have to constantly bear...everyone. It is a
good thing to be free.
God has blessed me in that way and in so many others lately.
Specifically, one area I'm learning that it's okay to have joy about is
my engagement. God doesn't want me (or you) to be serious and sober and
depressed all the time. Yes, there are things we need to be serious
about and all things need to be seriously considering. I'm not
encouraging flippancy, I'm advocating a full life of JOY. He came that
we might have LIFE and have it more abundantly. And I do-- I'm learning
to walk in it.
Troy is amazing (I'm bragging for a second because I can). He's so
generous and kind, and he makes me feel like such a princess all the
time. He spoils me, but won't admit it. I know he would do anything for
me, and that just blows me away. That, along with his love for Christ
and willingness to serve and seek God. Girls, especially younger ones
reading this, I take a moment to echo the words of the Beloved in Song
of Songs-- Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires! The guy
that will truly and honestly treat you like you're the world, but is
still passionate about keeping God first, is totally worth the wait.
Don't settle for anything less-- ever. Troy is my Knight; be patient
and should God will, your's will come. (But he won't be as cool as
mine, just so you know).
And I'm off! Love you all! Thanks for the comments while I was at camp!
God bless!
-a.guire | | |
| Hey, everyone! I'm at camp! I made it here safely, and amidst a flurry of wrong turns and stupid directions, other people made it safely home. I had to be dropped off, as my car is being dumb. But-- the ride was fun!
I'm writing from the computer in the camp office, while I sit here in case the phone rings. It's all just senior staff right now-- some are at ropes course training at another camp today, the director's wife took one of our kitchen staff somewhere, and others are cleaning/mowing. I'm the official office back-up staff (which means, I'm one of the only people left here that can answer the phone should it ring).
Things have been...interesting. Good, but interesting. A little bit homesick, to be perfectly honest, but I'm hanging in there. Man, I just realized how long it's been since I've really /written/ anything. Hannah S. -- you've made me insanely jealous. 35 flipping pages? Man. I want to read when I get back!
Anywho, back on topic. We have three completely deaf staff member so far, and one HOH [hard of hearing] who has hearing aids, but mostly lip reads. She's at ropes training, so I'm the fill-in interpreter. Apparently, if Heather (program director) and Ariel (HOH) aren't around, I'm the next best at signing. Which is rather sad, because I don't even sign that well. Ellen, Taz and Annie are great though, and don't get mad when I mess up (which I do, frequently). I wish I knew more sign- it's frustrating to know what you want to say, and not how to say it. And trying to remember everything I learn is starting to make my head ache.
Jes and Jenn have organized Bible studies in the evening, so Reid, Joey and I do that with them. Other than the director and his wife, we're pretty much the only Christian staff. One of the other staff members have been coming to our Bible study just to listen and find out what we're talking about, so please pray for her-- just that God opens her heart and her mind, and shows Himself real to her. She's really searching, I think.
Tis all for now. God bless!
-a.guire | | |
| Oh, man. It's been so long since I've updated xanga.
Man.
New stuff: I'm in one of those relationship things. Clarification: I am being courted by this truly great guy named Troy. It's been eight and a half weeks so far. I'm loving it (and him!).
Good (awesome!) stuff:
I don't have to just think whatever falls into my head! God loves me, God has good plans for my life, and He delights in me! I LOVE my God, because my God is SO GOOD. Good in general and good to me. He's blessed me so much. I can choose right thinking.
Thank God for Joyce Meyer.
Be transformed by the renewing of your mind! My life and attitudes and habits aren't too much of a mess for God-- so what if I'm feeling stressed and sinful? Is anything impossible for Him? He, of all beings, can handle me! To think anything less of Him is to forget Who He truly Is. I'm not bound to shame, guilt, depression, condemnation, etc.. God loves me and I can have joy.
On other notes.
I have fallen in love, again, with Earl Gray tea. Tis good stuff, indeed.
I was hired as a photographer (briefly). I took pictures for a family I know-- group and singles. Twas fun, they came out well.
I leave for camp in exactly a week. I will have a great deal of fun, and horribly miss everyone. I don't know what I'm going to do without my family.
Sigrid Undset is a cool authoress, and I like the name Ivar a lot. And Edvin. Sarah, no laughing at me. If you even read this, you Imovedtomyspace xanga traitor (I have little room to speak, I guess-- I'm a recent facebook addictee).
College at WVU when I get back from camp!
Hurrah!
If enough interest is expressed, I may make an effort to update xanga on weekends while I'm at camp. Any takers?
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