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MY PLAN: to spread awareness and raise money for MY VISION: to empower, educate and employ girls who've been rescued from child prostitution in Nicaragua. MY MISSION: to buy land and establish a self sufficient community of treehouses on the south west coast. MY GOALS: Staff and Operate a Surf Hotel, Develop a School for English, Provide Basic Medical Aid, and Offer training in the arts, trades and sustainable agriculture.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

I wait upon Your glory, I want to overflow.

A few Ozzy things I have learned this week: the word SHANK fits anywhere, Flat out like a lizard means to be busy, and when you order a chicken pizza it can have ham pineapple onions tomatoes and mushrooms and chicken on it without even asking you.

I have been gone for a whole month. I am not really sure what to think of that. In a way it feels like a long time. I have moved in. I have my own stuff in the fridge like limes, kiwis, bacon, cheddar cheese, salsa. In the freezer there is pineapple, mixed veggies, my water bottle and some dark chocolate kit kats. I have my own cabinet in the kitchen over the stove with organic cereal, corn chips, real hot cocoa mix, chunky peanut butter, and brown rice. When I got home from school I eat a banana and took my laundry off the line and folded it and put it away to the song "I love college". Last night my Ozzy friend Amy kidnapped me from my house and took me to a magazine launch called "Love is..." It was so cool and local and normal feeling. Like I was out of the little exchange student bubble for ten minutes just to take a deep breath of fresh air. Plus I get sushi once a week with Callie. It is the best! Two Rolls for 5$ including soy sauce and wasabi. I already have a routine a NORMAL going. But on the other hand it feels like I have only been here ten minutes. One second it is monday and the next it is the end of the week and your left asking "What happened?"

I guess this is the part where I try to record "WHAT HAPPENED"

Well our speakers name was Glen Vines. That kind of sound like a flowers name to me. He is a prophetic speaker and I immediately trusted him. Which is odd for me. But when he spoke it was not only very clear he but he challenged us to test it. As soon as he got to off track or two far into an opinion he would literally walk back to the podium and go back to the word for proof. This week was called "Fear of the Lord" But it ended up being more of a teaching on Reverence for our Creator and spiritual gifts. He described this vision of God's really big hands full of Gold and Jewels trying to hand it to us but our tiny hands are fists, refusing to even open enough to see what we are holding onto. And then he asked what are you holding onto. And I started to pray. "God I am not holding onto anything." And he replied which I would say was the weirdest part of the whole thing. He said "Give your necklace to Amy." I immediately said "NO! are you kidding? I haven't taken this off in over 7 months now. It becomes more valuable every day. She won't appreciate it as much as me. I can't." Hahaha If thats not proof that my fists where closed I don't know what else is. It took me a couple hours, a good cry and a lot of help from Callie but I have taken it off and I am waiting for Amy's address to send it to her back in Canada. That was one of the first times following Jesus has hurt I guess. I have so much peace about it now though. She really needs it more than I do. I have also been learning what it means to hang out with God. I don't think I am very good at listening yet. But I really like just singing to him out under the stars and making up my own lyrics to songs. I think He really likes it too. At about 11pm here you can see Oh-ryan's Belt it is one of the most comforting homey thing here. I can see it out of the window next to my bed.

Check out freerice.com and google Fair Trade Chocolate. After my dark chocolate kit kat is gone I will not be buying anything chocolate that is not fair trade. I feel like I am getting a much more global perspective.

God wants global warming and he wants to be the heat.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Claro quiero que me hables claro.

Todavía se observa el cielo todos los días. que me mantiene vivo. Estoy contento de que es un artista. Me ayuda a entender mejor. Vive.

This weeks lectures to sum it up: a confusing challenge. Regardless of his accuracy or doctrine I have never seen a speaker have more people walk away from his teaching desiring to look into the word of God for them selves. The only thing that may have been more effective would have been hours of silence ironically. Monday I left so confused I couldn't figure out a question to ask. Tuesday I asked "What is the difference between the kingdom and salvation?" after about a 15 minutes dance around the question, I walked out to ask God instead of the speaker. Either way I have read more chapters of the Bible this week than I have ever in my entire life. It reminds me of trying to read Shakespeare in school, but I believe anything gets easier with practice.

I still have to fix my surf board. It got seriously beat up on the way here. Note to self: ALWAYS GET TRAVELERS INSURANCE! It is prolly in stage three of its five stage fixing process. Who ever said I should prolly buy a board here might have been right.

I have signed up for an informational meeting about TESOL next monday I am so excited. I feel like when I walk away from that meeting I will know much better what direction my life will take after this ridiculously interesting experience.

The plan so far for our outreach: Prayer and praise as a group with a guitar (wilma) and a bongo (Me) hahahah I know but I am going to learn. We plan to have pancake breakfasts on the beach for Muslim and Hindu surfers and we are going to get cheep massages while we are in Bali as Christmas presents to ourselves. Sounds like a solid plan to me.

And for the rest of my weekend: I plan to get as much sick Reggaeton from my mexican friend Mario and then take a bus a town or two over so have a sleepover with the surfers. Who knows what kind of adventures that will bring. Cheers ya'll I am out.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Week 1

Over that past week God has become so much more alive to me. We have been doing these exercises about hearing his voice. Like we will go and pray for 15 minutes and then we will write down whatever we heard or think we hear and then we pull a name out of a hat and deliver our message. It has been unbelievable. I have gotten direct answers to questions I have been asking God. Specifically about Jesus. It is blowing me away. Like I always knew he was real but I never realized how much he wants to talk to us. All we have to do is ask. I feel like that sounds kind of crazy. But why would I lie. I don't believe things until they have real proof. And it has been proven. Kelly gave me this piece of paper thats said "Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess. Give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarets for the coming down... Tell her something true when all she knows 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" And then the next night this guy was praying and I just felt like I should stand up. Which is kinda of weird because every one else was sitting on the floor of "the blue room" the place we have class. So I stood up and about 30 seconds after I stood, he said to stand up if we needed healing. We had to ask for it. But I was already standing. It was nuts and I just kept repeating in my head the question "God do I really deserve a white dress" cuz sometimes I just feel like I don't deserve anything good or clean or perfect because I have disrespected my body. ya no? And before I knew it at least 3 people were around me praying. And then Callie stopped and said Hannah I had a vision about you the other day and I didn't know when would be the right time to give it to you but I will tell you now. She said she saw me standing there in a sexy red dress but it was torn. Still sexy but torn and she saw Jesus holding a white dress for me. And asking me to dance. And I lost it I just started to cry. And in that moment I remembered my mom and I talking and her telling me how I needed a white sun dress for this trip and we never got around to making it before I left. But I think it was because I was not ready. I really hope that makes as much sense to you as it does to me. So yesterday Callie took to me to the fabric store and she bought for me white linen and thread. And I will make my own white dress with a needle and thread to represent the journey of getting to know the God that loves me enough to speak to me in a way that I understand.

When I am done writing this I am going to go sand my surf board because I learned to fix it the other day and all the resin and stuff is dry. And then I am going to eat these Herbs I bought at this Hippy store that are called "Puff". And then it is this girl Claudy's Birthday so we are having a BYOB (Bring your own Bible) dance party at one of the houses. Sounds like a good Friday to me ended with Yoga and Good Dreams.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Does anyone know where Bali is?