tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808457732591214402024-03-05T12:39:28.277-08:00God's Beloved ChildernAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-69901959092556032462017-05-15T11:56:00.000-07:002017-05-15T11:56:10.551-07:00God's Plan Not MineFrom the early on in my teenage years God has been teaching me that he is always in control. I may try to plan my future, but then God has planned differently for me. When the unexpected turns in the road come up, at the time I couldn't understand what God was doing, sometimes I'd get mad.<br />
Now looking back at the what I had planned at age 14 and what God planned, I can tell you his was a lot better, even though there was pain and struggles. An ankle surgery that forced me to give up dance, a broken foot that wrecked my summer plans and wouldn't heal to 100%. Not getting a job when I wanted to, broken relationships. So many of these things ending up bring good things into my life.<br />
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If I had things hard things happen I wouldn't have done Art school, I wouldn't be doing photography. I wouldn't have gone on that amazing art mission trip to Italy and Moldova. and most importantly I wouldn't have met Sean (my husband). And we wouldn't be expecting our first child in December.<br />
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Here's what I imagined my life to be when I was young.<br />
- Keep dancing till I finished high school<br />
- Age 18: Get a Job<br />
- About age 20-21: Start date a guy from church<br />
- About age 21-23: we'd get married<br />
- Around age 25: start having a family.<br />
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Pretty boring don't you think? Well, I can imagine God was laughing at my imaginary future. I had no idea, that by my 21st birthday I'd be married and pregnant! God is good his plan is best! With the struggles he brings blessing and I so thankful for all he's taught me through it.<br />
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I don't know what my future will be like, But I know God has a plan and that I can trust his plan.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-84373692576156335142016-10-03T22:40:00.000-07:002016-10-03T22:40:07.214-07:00The Beginning of We<div class="Standard">
Sean and Deanna were in the same painting class with MSOA the
spring term of 2014, and occasionally spoke while working on they’re paintings.
They both ended up going on the MSOA College Beach Retreat in June (2014),
where they played quite a bit of pin pong together. They laughed and made
jokes. Every outing around the beach they always found the other not far off
and if you see any of the pictures of that trip you will find that to be true.
Was it a coincidence or intentional? If so who was following who? If you asked
Sean or Deanna they’d say it was both. Though they tried not to be obvious,
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After a summer with no contact aside from one brief email,
they were both excited to see each other when the next school term started.
They continued as friends, but always wondering if the other liked them. Until
December 11<sup>th</sup> 2014 when Sean asked Deanna a question that was the
start of their love story.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Deanna remembers right before Sean formed the words, she had
thought “I wonder if he likes me?”. She hadn't imagined that he'd answer that
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-62971313763132380222016-09-10T14:56:00.000-07:002016-11-02T17:22:50.035-07:00I'm Engaged!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVuwoJ-pePm-V81t9tKDPSgPOrvipGpGK6HXqhU5Sg_0OPM0LGOYX4hDIUx0ZLir7bi2Xnyq9VCz8c8m1aoM7wE_CR_SDxBMslSUx29gGXXXfBEzQps3Vh-whCGlKU5ieWpRhcP7Y79ls/s1600/DepthofEloquencejpg-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVuwoJ-pePm-V81t9tKDPSgPOrvipGpGK6HXqhU5Sg_0OPM0LGOYX4hDIUx0ZLir7bi2Xnyq9VCz8c8m1aoM7wE_CR_SDxBMslSUx29gGXXXfBEzQps3Vh-whCGlKU5ieWpRhcP7Y79ls/s200/DepthofEloquencejpg-3.jpg" width="200" /></a>Time has gone by so fast, in 5 days from now it will have been a month since the love of my life got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. It's almost been a whole month of having this beautiful ring on my finger, I'm engaged! I really can't believe it's been a month, well 26 days to be exact. I still remind myself (and Sean) that we're ENGAGED!<br />
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For those of you who don't know much about my fiance Sean, here's a few things I like about him;<br />
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<li> He's very creative in Fine art, Digital art, Lego art, Stop-motion, music, and much more. Plus we met at Art school so I really like that he's creative otherwise we probably wouldn't have met.</li>
<li>He as a passion for missions and serving God. </li>
<li>He can cook! Thank you, Jesus! For those of you that know me well, know that I dislike having to cooking meals. I always hoped that the man I would marry could cook, so I don't have to every day.</li>
<li>He's patient and kind.</li>
<li>He makes me laugh so much.</li>
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There are much more reasons for why this guy has won my heart, but I don't want to get all mushy on you. That's all for now, I'll probably be posting how our relationship started on here soon.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-50796693742207069032016-03-31T13:06:00.000-07:002016-03-31T13:06:36.586-07:00God's Love and Exhibition Time!Hey everyone!<br />
So much work has be going on that I haven't had an opportunity to sit down with my computer to write anything besides for my writing assignments. God has done a lot of work in me, and I'll try to write about what he's done with me. Here's one little highlight:<br />
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I know that the bible says that God loves us, but I always
felt like I was a disappointment and that he couldn’t possibly love me
unconditionally. I wasn’t worthy of his love and that he couldn’t love me
because I have sinned so much. I would hear people tell me that God loved me,
but I just couldn’t or wouldn’t totally believe them because I was listening to
the lies and reminders from Satan of sin I have done that God hates sin, so he
couldn’t love me. I started to try to remove the lies instead trust in what the
bible says about God’s love, but I still doubted them because I hadn’t heard
God say it to me. I hadn’t heard him say that he loves me with his voice, and I
think part of why I didn’t believe is because I have felt like I've had a lack of affirming words and people saying they loved me in my life. <o:p></o:p></div>
In my quiet reflective time I started to think of the story about the prodigal son and how the father ran to his filthy son and embrace him, and how the Father is God. Then I heard the words “I love you.” God, the heavenly father loves me as I am.<div>
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That's one thing, there's a lot more but I'll update now on what is happening and how you can pray.</div>
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Today we set up our artwork in the building we're using for our exhibition. We are opening the exhibition tomorrow night, pray that we'd have a great hit off and that all of us visual artist will be open and engaging with the guest that come. </div>
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And in two weeks I'll be packing up to go to Moldova.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-50288698568681740222016-02-28T12:37:00.002-08:002016-02-28T12:39:05.938-08:00It's been a month?The time has been going by so quickly. Learning, Creating, and worshiping God. So much has happened, and I can't begin to recap what's gone on this past month. I'll just let the pictures tell the story.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-33709792024032960722016-01-30T13:52:00.001-08:002016-01-31T06:22:27.295-08:00Italian Welcome!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Tonight I shared my portfolio with everyone in the school,
sharing the story about my paintings. I was so nervous as I usually am when I
do public speaking. And of course do to the alphabetical order my last name falls in I
went first, I had some clumsy moments. Knocked over a music stand and my mouth
went dry to where I couldn’t say a word properly. Yet at the very end after all
the other visual artist had shared, I was encouraged by how many people came up
and told me what piece they liked. Each person liked a different painting or
drawing that I show on the slides, and it was so encouraging and motivating to
see people being blessed by my work and being excited to see what I create
while I’m here. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today we finished the training of Worldview, which was very eye opening how we view the world differently. Then we went on a trip to Castelli (which is a town close by), we got to wounder around the town, then we visited an art school there that specializes in ceramics. We watched a student working on the wheel with some clay, but he found imperfections (hard pieces) in the clay, so he had to throw it out and started over to a beautiful piece (pictured below). It was a reminder to us that if we are hard in places God can't form us into the masterpiece he wants to make.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-14962996620336618822015-12-10T09:51:00.002-08:002015-12-10T09:51:09.186-08:00A Wonderful Gift<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">I used to think that the best gifts where the really big ones, but God has blessed me with a wonderful gift today. Some kids who live in Romania that I got the pleasure to work with on my mission trip this summer, (all on their own) brought together about $31 to help me go on my mission trip to Italy and Moldova. It's a wonderful gift to have been with these kids (even though it was a short time), and I continue to be blessed by these amazing kids! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">No matter the amount a gift is a blessing, and the greatest one is Jesus. Consider giving back this Christmas season to the mission field. You can donate through Dec. 11th to my mission trip to Italy and Moldova. follow this <a href="https://my.omusa.org/donate?id=fff51d8e-75b1-44b3-be55-98c2ce1b3f53&val=Barclay%2C+Deanna">link to give.</a></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-83776286179755923242015-11-05T23:03:00.000-08:002015-11-06T16:55:02.968-08:00We Say We Love Jesus... But Not Our Neighbor?<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I make you
uncomfortable<br />
When I'm around<br />
You always find a reason<br />
To
shut me out<br />
You don't understand me<br />
So you push me away<br />
And
you claim<br />
Jesus lets you live that way<br />
Tell me<br />
<br />
Why
me?<br />
Why am I not welcome in your company?<br />
Why do you treat me
like an enemy?<br />
If you believe the way you say you do<br />
Oh, then
why am I unlovable to you?
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This is something that has been on my
mind for awhile. As humans we are flawed, and can be very judgmental
beings. That's a given being fallen sinners, but it doesn't mean that
we should judge who is good and bad, and who is a believer and who is
not. It doesn't mean we should judge the people that dress
differently, talk differently, live differently, or act differently
than we do.</div>
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“Judge not, that you be not judged.
For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the
measure you use it will be measured to you.” -Matthew 7:1-2</div>
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And I know that some of you may be
thinking that I'm judging for writing this blog, that I'm a
hypocrite. Yes, I am thinking the same thing, but I am trying to work
on these things myself. So this blog post is as much me writing to
myself as I'm writing to you (Hence why I use the term we).
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“Why do you see the speck that is in
your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own
eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out
of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite,
first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly
to take the speck out of your brother's eye.” -Matthew 7:3-5</div>
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We should stop pointing out everyone
else's faults and mistakes, instead we should except them and love
them. We should show them the love and grace that Jesus has shown us,
and continually pours out on us. Why else did Jesus respond to the
scribes and Pharisees when they asked what they should do to the woman
caught in adultery, (A woman they thought should be stoned) He said
to them “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw
a stone at her.” and once they had left, Jesus (the only one truly
without sin) does not condemn her either.
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He is showing us that even him the son
of God, does not judge. He except all those who come to him.
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So we say we
love Jesus<br />
But didn't we kill Him?<br />
Cause we thought He was
different<br />
What was He thinking<br />
What was He feeling<br />
I bet He
was saying<br />
<br />
Why me?<br />
Why am I not welcome in your
company?<br />
Why do you treat me like an enemy?<br />
If you believe the
way you say you do<br />
Oh, then why am I unlovable to you?
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Let's start to try living a life like Jesus, loving the outcast, the different,
the unloved. Let's show nonbelievers what true Christ followers really are.<br />
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“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” -John 13:34-35</div>
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God Bless!</div>
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(Song Quoted in this post <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADULNWI3M0w">"Unlovable" by Plumb</a>)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-32942247379513279142015-10-07T15:33:00.001-07:002015-11-24T22:54:55.309-08:00My Next Journey<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0in;">
On June 1<sup>st</sup>
only 10 days till I was going on my mission trip<span style="color: black;">
to Romania, I saw on Facebook that a family friend who works for OM
(Operations Mobilizat</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">ion)
had shared a video about OM </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Arts
Training: Incarnate 2016. I was filled with passion and excitement. A
four month intensive, discipleship training for artists and ministry
with art in Italy none the less, it sounded amazing! Then I left for
3 weeks, and after a lot of prayer and challenges. By God's work I am
now on the journey to Italy and this amazing opportunity to use my
artistic gift to share the gospel.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> A
few details about the trip:</span></span></div>
<ul>
<li><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">I leave January 24th and return home May 16th.</span></span></span></li>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Incarnate
2016 will be hosted at Isola Evangelical Center, in central Italy.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">There
will be at least 20 ho</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">urs
of studio time per week during the 12 weeks of training</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Incarnate
festival weekend exhibiting the artists’ best work and art created
in collaboration with local artists. The valley is blessed a truly
international event and naturally connect the local churches with
mainstream culture. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">The
last month of the program is a Field placement so that I can
immediately put into practice what I have learned. And pursue my
calling to global missions as an a</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">rtist.</span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> I'm
ecstatic about this opportunity to get intensive training in visual
arts. But I'm not going yet, I need your help to get me there. I need
$6,500 by December 11</span></span><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">th</span></span></sup></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">.
You can donate by going to this </span><span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://my.omusa.org/page.aspx?pid=271&fid=rNK9hd10MGI%3d&fdesc=PGnIdM7ylkJ5or5FYw5fRw%3d%3d"><b>link, every bit helps!</b></a> </span> (and put "Deanna Barclay" in the comments)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-4066972161204394612015-09-04T23:50:00.000-07:002015-09-04T23:50:11.589-07:00Love in Another LanguageI've put off writing this post far too long, mainly I haven't started this blog because I don't know where to start. Three weeks isn't super long, but so many things happened and I have changed from that short time. One thing for sure, God has given me a passion for international missions, and for sharing God's love with the unloved. <br />
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Romania was beautiful, but the people were far more captivating then the beauty of the land. They are the ones who have taken my heart, and I hope that I am able to see them again, if not again on earth, then in heaven. I'm not going to recount everything that happened, but I do want to share one story with you. One that was a highlight of my whole trip. <br />
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It was the last day of camp (the second week of our trip), we had just finished doing nails, hair, and face painting with the girls at the camp (the guys went for a hike). I decided I was going to go to the creek to pray and spend sometime with God, like I had done the day before. I was searching for God to give me direction in what to do next once I returned home, if I was to keep doing missions trips or to focus on my home town. He gave me the answer in a different way then I expected, he sent me one of the camp kids who spoke very little English. <br />
The girl who followed me to the creek had been a hard nutshell all week. She was different, she was like me. The only girl who always played soccer with the boys, who tried to be friends with the clicks of girls, but would just close herself off in the end. When I saw her I saw myself when I was young, not fitting in with the girls or the boys, the need to be excepted lingering behind her eyes, and yet untrusting of others. <br />
I don't know what made her follow me to the creek (it must have been God), but I looked up from where I had just sat down and she was walking over to me. Now I don't really know any Romanian aside from a few word like; Hello, How are you, Good, ect.. So I couldn't talk with her, but that didn't matter. <br />
You don't need to know another language to speak love. Sometimes the shared giggles, sacrificed time and tender actions can be the most powerful kind of love you can give.<br />
The time I spent with the Romanian girl by the creek, is a cherished memory. One thing she did say to me in English was "I love you." I hope that she'll remember that day for a long time, I sure will, but I pray that she will always remember how much God loves her. <br />
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God spoke to me through the 15 or so minutes spent with this girl. He told me I am to show people how great is his love for them, and that he will use me anywhere, anytime. Such as by a creek when I was seeking him, he sent someone else along looking for me, and I pray she found God's love in return.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A selfie to capture the moment by the creek <3</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-89556322847851192862015-05-12T23:48:00.000-07:002015-05-18T11:30:11.628-07:00Flights are Made! The tickets for my trip to Romania was purchased today!! I'm going to be flying out June 18th. I'll be changing flights, having layovers, spend a night on a plane, and driving over the boarder into Romania. God is finally making this trip happen, after a year and 8 months of waiting.<br />
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Super excited for what God has in plan! <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-1121645695398408782015-03-25T07:33:00.000-07:002015-05-18T11:23:46.163-07:00Salvation is the Mission<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i> "For so the Lord has commanded
us, saying, “I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may
bring salvation to the ends of the earth.”" -Acts 13:47</i></div>
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When I was looking at mission trips, I
hadn't ever thought that God would have me travel almost half way
around the world to serve him. I thought maybe some place closer,
that didn't involve flying over an ocean. Yet here I am, writing this
letter to tell you about the amazing opportunity I have to serve the
Lord in Romania this summer.
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I'm going to be serving with the Global
Encounters 2015 Romania team, the trip will be a duration of three
weeks, June 19<sup>th</sup> – July 11<sup>th</sup>. I am looking
forward to getting to share about God's love and grace to the
Romanians, as well as the spiritual growth that God will be doing in
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Here's a glimpse of what I will be
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Week One:
church-based VBS in the mornings and schools in the afternoons.<br />
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Two: outdoor VBS in a Gypsy village. Lots of unsaved kids
attend!<br />
Week three: working as activities directors for a camp for
poor kids. So much time for relationship-building with kids who need
love!
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By now you're probably thinking, “Wow.
That sound awesome!” You too can help share a part in this amazing
opportunity! I need prayer and financial support. In order for me to
get there and back in one piece I need about $3,500 (by May 1<sup>st</sup>)
and lots of prayer! </div>
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If God is leading you to help financially, <a href="http://globalencounter.com/team-member-support/">Go to this page</a>, fill out the form and select that you would like to assist “Barclay,
Deanna”.<br />
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~Deanna</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-72369801132424351272014-12-06T11:41:00.000-08:002014-12-09T11:43:20.517-08:00Votes for $300 ScholarshipI'm a finalist in Global Encounters t-shirt design contest. Here is my design;<br />
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I need your votes to get me a $300 scholarship for a mission trip with Global Encounters , I'm planning on going on their Romania trip this June. Please go to the links below and vote for me! Once for each link. And may God have the glory! <br />
<a href="http://bit.ly/1zVzxUn">http://bit.ly/1zVzxUn</a> - Website<br />
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Thanks immensely!<br />
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<b>Update: Voting has been extended to Tuesday December 9th at Midnight EST</b></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-74764028539271007182014-05-30T22:29:00.001-07:002014-05-30T22:29:12.785-07:00Lessons Through Trails and PainFor almost two years now I've been in and out of doctors trying to have my fractured metatarsal finish healing. All the doctors can't fathom why a strong health young person as myself isn't healing. The Doctors have issued all sorts of things casts, vitamins, crutches and even a bone stimulator. Still I don't show any improvement, "It should have healed." they say when they see the x-rays. My doctor has extended my time on crutches, but sounds doubtful that my bone will show improvement, and says the next step would be surgery.<br />
For so long I've been mainly trusting that the doctor's advise would heal my foot. Sure I've asked God to heal me occasionally, but I when my foot had shown improvement (about a year ago) I just assumed it was what the doctors and I were doing. I didn't give God really any of the credit, and I'm ashamed to that I didn't. Now that it's not improving at all, I realize it's never the doctors that heal it's God. They can help the healing process, but ultimately it's God.<br />
I'm not blaming him that I'm not healing, I'm actually grateful I haven't because I wouldn't be learning the things God is wanting to teach me, such as acceptance, patience, trust and praise.<br />
Accepting that I'm where God has planned me to be even though I may not be what I'd planned.<br />
Patience as I wait for healing, whether it's through rest, surgery, or God's miraculous healing.<br />
Trusting in God that he has a plan and that he will heal me.<br />
And finally Praising God in my trails and pain.<br />
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~Deanna, just a girl learning lessons through pain.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-68029785393980210372014-02-04T19:59:00.000-08:002014-02-04T20:26:54.400-08:00How I'm a Selfish CowardHow can I be so selfish by being scared of what people will think of me, when I'd be sharing something so great? I have never shared the gospel to anyone. How can I be so very selfish? I'll tell you the truth I'm a selfish coward, and that truth scares me so bad.<br />
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"But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.” ~Revelation 21:8<br />
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Reread that again and pay special attention to the beginning and end of the verse. Done? Did you notice that the cowardly are included with the faithless, the detestable, murderers, idolaters and ect... That's why I'm scared, my cowardice could get me to hell. I've heard that selflessness can lead to the bravest acts, such as taking a bullet from someone else. That's what I want to do. No, I'm not saying I want to die so someone else could live, although I would like to think I could do that. What I'm meaning is I want to be selfless - of course I could never fully be selfless, I think we know there's only one who is truly selfless. But I want to try to be selfless, and with that I'd get bravery to speak the truth about God. I love God and I want him to shine through me.<br />
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Lord, Please show me where to go, tell me the words to speak, and give me the love to share. Help me to be selfless God. ~Deanna</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-68973846890972836092013-11-14T12:34:00.000-08:002013-11-14T12:34:10.740-08:00Designed To LoveI've always wanted to go on a mission trip, I can remember when I was about 8 years old my dad, two sisters and oldest brother went to the Dominican Republic. Since then I wanted to leave the states and travel to different countries, but that was mainly why I wanted to go. Yes, I loved Jesus, but not enough to try to tell someone about him with a translator.<br />
That was me until about a year ago in May. That's when the reality of death and the need for Christ became real. I had wanted to love Jesus just enough to get a pass into Heaven, but not more. On May 5th 2012 God became real to me, my best friend's brother Joshua Eddy had died. I prayed the whole next day for my best friend and her family. I cry so many tears. Josh had a strong love for the Lord. He wanted to share God's love with others, and he's passion changed my life and many others. So this year I went to Gleanings for the Hungry to help bring others to Christ, but I wasn't actually face to face showing God's love to unsaved.<br />
God has place a need in my heart to love the unloved. The past week I've been praying about a country that as gripped my heart. A country with people who need love. When I went to church this last Sunday, I cried during worship. Almost every song was about God's love. I cried for the children who didn't know that love, but what made me cry more was that I had been keeping that love for myself. Like the servant who hid his talent, instead of inventing in it. <br />
"...from those who do nothing, even what little they have will be taken away." -Mathew 25:29<br />
I don't want to do nothing anymore. I want to love. I really like the song "Made to Love" by Toby Mac, we were all designed to love, and be loved.<br />
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"This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you." -John 15:12Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-85288511239081558132013-09-28T23:49:00.000-07:002013-12-27T13:00:43.166-08:00He Gave His LifeJesus gave his life for you. He didn't have to, and he could have changed his mind and saved himself instead. But he loved you so much that he laid down his life, so you can <i>live</i>!<br>A while back I was talking with my friend about how we feel like we're just wasting our lives doing things that will account to nothing. My friend said something that made me think of something, she said; "I feel like I'm living on borrowed time, and I need to do whatever it takes to make it mean something." In a way we are on borrowed time, because we sinners should have died instead of Jesus who is prefect.<br>
That made me think of a passage in Matthew 6; “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." -Matthew 6 19-21<div><br></div><div>We need to use our time investing in heavenly things, basically God and his people. Because I'm pretty sure when we go to heaven there won't be any cars, computers, or phones. </div><div><br></div><div>~Deanna, just a girl running on borrowed time.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-73934519368041984152013-09-05T15:15:00.000-07:002013-09-05T18:36:02.808-07:00Taken By God.The pass year I've learned more about how it is to be a real Christian. The struggles I've gone through have made my faith grow stronger in Christ. At the beginning of summer I found out my best friend (who lives 4 hours away) was going to be baptized. That started me thinking about Baptism and that I hadn't done it yet. One thing was holding me back... I had always heard at baptisms I'd seen that the Elder/Dad asked the person why they were being baptized, the answer was usually "I want to follow in Jesus's foot steps." or something along the same lines. So from a young age I thought that I had to be able to not sin anymore after I was baptized and that I needed to have my life cleaned up.<br />
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Then about two months ago, I was listening to my mp3 player and a Lecrae song came on. The words that played through my head phone seemed like a new song.<i> "he was like; "Man I really wanna come to Christ, But I gotta clean my life up first, get my sins together..."</i> It was partially same way I thought of myself with baptism. Then the chorus played.<i> "...Will you take me as I am? I know the way I'm living is wrong, But I can't change on my own, trying to make it alone. I wonder, how could you love me when my life so ugly. But you came down and died for me. Will you take me as I am?</i>" Will you, Lord? <i>"...I'm all screwed up. Figure Hell is what I deserve, But your word says we all fall short so I guess we all outta burn. Teach me I wanna learn How you could save a wretch like me, before death says it's my turn. I think I finally understand No matter my past, you'll still take me as I am."</i> When the song finished I had tears in my eye, God loves me and he has already taken me as I am. </div>
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Baptism isn't about being a forever good person after you've been baptized, as I thought when I was young. <br />
Jesus commanded His disciples to baptize those that believe as a picture and testimony of their faith in Christ. </div>
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Last week I was at a week long mission trip in California know as <a href="http://gleanings.org/">Gleanings For The Hungry</a>. The second day of work I woke up and had "Take Me As I Am" playing in my head. The next four days I was thinking about the song and about being baptized. On the last day of the week I felt like almost sharing about my struggle with feeling like I couldn't be baptized during testimony time. But I held back, then I told God that I would be baptized after my brother Grant. About a hour later I found out my brother would be getting baptized after lunch before we got on the road heading back home. So on Saturday August 31st I was baptized after Grant. :) I love my Heavenly Father!</div>
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Another cool fact. I was reading the book of John while I was there, the date of my baptism was 8-31. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-32149984515887499572013-08-06T23:31:00.000-07:002013-12-27T13:02:18.998-08:00Blessing - Fourth Day<br>
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<li>Color - It adds so much beauty to this world.</li>
<li>Blackberries - The berries, not the thorny mess. :) My sister made a blackberry cobbler tonight.</li>
<li>Bunnies - Found three wild baby bunnies today.</li>
<li>My Mom - She is an incredible servant to God and her Family.</li>
<li>My dark hair - I love it and I'm told it's pretty.</li>
<li>Light - Think about living on earth in darkness, it would be crazy!</li>
<li>Swings - I enjoy going out and talking to God on our swing set.</li>
<li>Our House </li>
<li>Rest - God blessed us with a body that needs rest, if we didn't need it then we'd be like God.</li>
<li>The power of words - Think about it if God didn't gift us the power of words, we wouldn't know him.</li>
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What are something that you are bless with?</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-91940103916446338082013-08-05T23:44:00.002-07:002013-12-27T13:04:23.841-08:00Three Days of Blessing<div>
Well I've completed three days of blessings. </div>
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<li>Phones - Talked to my Bestie on the phone today.</li>
<li>My Bestie Riah - I love you girl! I'm so glad God planned us to meet. </li>
<li>Music </li>
<li>My foot is healed - So happy I'll be able to go to <i>Gleanings For the Hungry</i> this year since my foot is healed. :)</li>
<li>Horses - They help me zone out all my troubles.</li>
<li>Finger Nail Polish - Because I like to be a girl.</li>
<li>Sunshine - The weather is so nice a bit hot, but it's pretty dry for riding.</li>
<li>Summer </li>
<li>Finger nail clippers - one thing I need to get in my purse.</li>
<li>Love - I can't fathom how we would be without God's Love. </li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-43208749470875911002013-08-04T23:42:00.000-07:002013-12-27T13:04:45.839-08:00Day Two - Blessings<br>
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<li>Friends </li>
<li>Shoes - I'd be breaking my feet all the time with out them.</li>
<li>Our Dog (Colette) - She cheers me and my family up so much.</li>
<li>Laughs - I love to laugh! Especially with ones I love. </li>
<li>Doctors and their knowledge - I've been seeing so much of doctors this past year.</li>
<li>My Brother (Grant) - He is so awesome.</li>
<li>Filtered Water </li>
<li>Books - I'm so grateful I have so much access to books.</li>
<li>Fans - To make our house bearable without A/C.</li>
<li>Memory - Yes, it might seem a bit strange, but I'm grateful that God has blessed us with the gift of remembering so much of our past. If he hadn't given us such a strong memory, we wouldn't be who we are today. </li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-47525151403947592142013-08-03T18:21:00.002-07:002013-12-27T13:10:33.335-08:00BlessingsSummer can get really busy for us, with all the busyness we can miss the gifts and blessings that God has given us. So I'm going to post a list of 10 things I'm grateful for each day until I go camping (which is in a few days). They might be random, but it's something I'm glad God has blessed me with.<br>
<br><b><u>Blessings Day One</u></b><br>
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<li>The Bible - I'm so glad I have this book to learn to love my heavenly Father.</li>
<li>Nature - To see the beauty, goodness, and evidence of the Creator.</li>
<li>My Talent of Art - I'm so glad God gave me this talent. </li>
<li>Watermelon! - I love it! :)</li>
<li>My Family - I love them so much!</li>
<li>Hiking trails - Had fun going on some trails with my family to day (Camera of course in hand).</li>
<li>Camera - Photography captures me.</li>
<li>My bed - It's so comfy.</li>
<li>My Laptop - My dad got my charger for it working again.</li>
<li>My Dad - Who helps so much. </li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-57514651498060556472013-07-03T19:25:00.003-07:002013-07-03T19:25:42.793-07:00My Name Is...<div style="text-align: left;">
When my mom and I were driving home today listening to the radio this song came up...</div>
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Hello, my name is regret </div>
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I’m pretty sure we have met </div>
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Every single day of your life </div>
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I’m the whisper inside </div>
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That won’t let you forget </div>
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Hello, my name is defeat </div>
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I know you recognize me </div>
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Just when you think you can win </div>
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I’ll drag you right back down again </div>
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‘Til you've lost all belief </div>
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These are the voices, these are the lies </div>
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And I have believed them, for the very last time </div>
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Hello, my name is child of the one true King </div>
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I've been saved, I've been changed, and I have been set free </div>
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“Amazing Grace” is the song I sing </div>
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Hello, my name is child of the one true King </div>
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I am no longer defined </div>
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By all the wreckage behind </div>
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The one who makes all things new </div>
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Has proven it’s true </div>
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Just take a look at my life </div>
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What love the Father has lavished upon us </div>
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That we should be called His children </div>
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I am a child of the one true King</div>
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I think this song is so beautiful and true. We are the beloved children of the One TRUE King!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-52833574559433391582013-06-22T18:16:00.001-07:002013-06-22T18:18:10.013-07:00One Year Ago<div style="text-align: left;">
One year.</div>
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One year ago today</div>
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my Uncle passed away.</div>
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One year ago yesterday</div>
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I realized he wouldn't stay.</div>
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One year ago tomorrow</div>
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I started to feel sorrow. </div>
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One year ago I confess</div>
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I started to get depressed.</div>
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One year has passed</div>
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and it's today at last.</div>
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Yesterday is gone</div>
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like my uncle Jon.</div>
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Tomorrow is a blur</div>
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for the future isn't sure.</div>
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And Today was given</div>
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to live forgiven.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17615414647477980797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080845773259121440.post-27800747013099789272013-06-09T15:51:00.000-07:002013-06-09T17:43:44.479-07:00He's Waiting For Me!<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
7:14 am Sunday June 9<sup>th</sup>
2013 My Grandpa departed from this world and entered into the Kingdom
of Heaven. After my dad told me I had an image of my uncle greeting
him at Heavens gates, joy light his face and he embraced his dad with a big hug.
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I'm sad that he is gone, but at the
same time I'm glad he's in Heaven with our Creator. Glad that he's in
no pain. Glad that he's hearing his favorite hymns sung to the Lord
from angles voices. And so glad that he is in heaven waiting for the day I'll join him!</div>
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