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Name: *Amanda
Country: United States
State: Nebraska
Birthday: 7/12/1985
Interests: *God*
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Expertise: *laughter*
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  agentleradiance
Member Since:
4/24/2003
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| sometimes it is so hard to believe it wasn't something i did.
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| God answers prayers in the most unexpected ways. About two or three weeks ago, a tree fell on my car and totaled it out during a storm. Probably one of the scariest moments of my life, I had no idea what was going on as I awoke disoriented from a nap. Anyways, I loved my little car, but the debt that came with it was always a worry and burden for me. Now, the Lord has taken it away. Definitely not the way I expected. Now we live with one car and one borrowed until we can pay off the rest of our debt in other areas and God provides us with a car. Now we are one step closer to the nations. Gotta love it. | | |
| in 3 weeks i will be married. one of the biggest changes of my life, and i can't begin to explain to you the road it took to get here. it has been a road.
yesterday i found out my paternal grandpa passed away. i think i met him once or twice in my life. he was an alcoholic and very abusive and he walked out on his family when my dad was five. but the years passed by and he found jesus and changed his ways, but my dad hasn't come to the place yet to forgive him. its not quite as hard as when my uncle passed away, but its always hard seeing your dad with red eyes and knowing he has been crying. please pray for him, he doesn't quite know how he should feel. and pray he would find Jesus.
anyways, so out of this came my marriage advice from my dad, and i think it is very simple and very true... "always talk to eachother and love eachother, no matter what." my dad hasn't been the best dad and i am still learning to walk through alot of wounds from my childhood, but i love him. alot. and he has always always been faithful to my mom.
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| Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly.
We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God
would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that
matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but
more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed
in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been
simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her
the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the
coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her
something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her.
Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she
was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true.
We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless.
We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the
rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly
break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made
to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and
again until we're called home. Jamie Tworkowski
amen
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You and I meet
On the shores of the broken
You swallow the ocean
I Swallow my pride
Only to see
The way that I need you
Is more than I knewI ever could
In between the ashes and the flames
Is a cry an awkward silence
Could never contain
And the falling of my hammers
And the writhing of my pain
Is just not as real as the way
That your calling my name
I cant help thinking
That the way that you want me
And the ghost that haunts me
Are one and the same
Cause you stand at my window
At night while I'm sleeping
There's not a promise I'm keeping
That could ever repay you
In between the ashes and the flames
There's a song that burns brighter
Than Radio waves
Bout the remnants of my Idols
And the shadow of my shame
About how they scatter like the rain and I can't stop crying
Cause you wont stop calling my name
Calling my name up from the ashes
*You won't stop calling my name.*
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