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Name: Brooke
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Birthday: 5/24/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus. Writing about Life. Friends. Traveling. Books.Photography. Art. Living Life as an adventure. Coffee Shops. Penguins. Trying to think outside the box.
Expertise: Getting Lost wherever I go. ;)
Occupation: Writer and Barista
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  brooke24ekoorb
Member Since:
1/27/2004
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Since I last wrote, so much change has come into my life. Stuff has been accelerated a bit. I thought I was lost, jaded, unsure and just confused in general.
Now, I am bathing in the grace of God. My skin is soaking, being renewed, but it goes beneath my skin.
I feel like my eyes have been opened, all over again, and I am seeing things for the first time.
My words fail, but this time, I don't give a damn.
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| This summer I am going to be living in Central Asia, teaching English
and working with youth. The details are still being worked out, but I
am really excited to see what's going to happen!!!
I put together a collection of poems, called "All Things Are Becoming
New" It's 75 pages of thought provoking, encouraging original poems.
It's $10 plus shipping, and about half of that go to me, towards the funds for this summer.
To purchase it, click on the link below.
https://www.createspace.com/3371465
I hope this book is an inspiration to you, thanks for checking it out and being a part of what I am doing.
Grace and Peace,
Brooke
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| It's a new season, as always. My life is always changing and moving which is fine, actually it is necessary cause i go crazy in one place. Since the new year started, I went all over the east coast, met some amazing homeless people that changed my perspective, saw what was really possible when the Holy Spirit leads the ministry. Said Good bye to my wonderful DTS kids, whom I love so deeply, then went on my random west coast vacation. Saw my best friend in Colorado, spent time with my aunt and brother in northern Cali near San Francisco. Went down to San Diego and spent time with some more amazing people. All in all, it was an amazing trip. Besides nearly killing myself blacking out snowboarding, I went wine tasting with my aunt, played in the park with my nephew I have never met, and explored caves by the beach in SoCal. Went to my first ATF since the tour, and it was some what of a closure in the awkward love/hate relationship I have had with Teen Mania. God is good.
Now, I am in New Hampshire for six weeks. Three days a week I am taking care of a lady with Cerebral Palsy, I start tomorrow, actually. I've been editing my poetry book, it's the third and final draft, so I am hoping to have that out soon. It's terrifying and I can't believe I am actually doing it.
I going to spend all summer in Central Asia. Crazy. God has been preparing me for this, all of it.
I am in such a weird place when it comes to relationships. Marriage seems so alien. I guess cause it's so foreign to think of their being a guy actually right for me. I am not being vain, or insecure. It's just reality. I know I am not going to "settle down," and sometimes I want to, but then there is this thing in me that goes insane, and I don't know how to tame it. I have always fallen for guys who are really nice and sensitive, but part of me thinks maybe I need to be with someone a little... tougher? Stronger? I don't know. It doesnt even matter right now. What matters is, what God has called me to, and it is so strongly beating on my heart.
I think what scares me about all this, is my passion. It has never been so intense. I don't even know what to do with myself sometimes. It's like at times I can channel it into things, (hopefullly my writing) but at times, I just don't even know how to do that so I am just overwhelmed with it all.
But it's ok. God understands me, even if no one else does, even if I don't understand myself, and even if no one ever really will. I don't know.
I am going to be 24 soon. I have always wanted to be 24. I have always imagained it being my prime age, like when the best stuff happens. Luckily, I have aloud what I thought of as "best stuff" to change.
I am not cut out to be some suburban house wife.
I need to be out there, with the dirty and dying people. I come alive on the mission field. Lately I have been thinking, maybe it wouldnt be bad to be like a Mother Teresa. Just completely devote my life to live with the rejects of society and love them and learn what love is from them. That's what I want right now.
I want to leave everything and go to Krgzstan and have a group of girls I teach english too that I just mentor and love on. I want to write songs and be able to play my own music.
I want people to read my poems and see God a new way.
Man, I wasn't expecting all this too come out. That's what happens when I just let go and start typing. It's so healing for me. I haven't had a laptop since September and it's been hard... but, in a few days, I am gettnig a Macbook in the mail!!!!!
So, random post, mostly for sentimental little me that reads xanga like a journal... I love clicking back to see my posts from 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 years ago... It's amazing how you grow up, yet you are still learning the same lessons... in a new way.... I love life.
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I cannot even believe where God has taken my life this year. I am amazed. I know that nothing was me. I did nothing in my own strength. I cant brag about any of this. Its been painful, but I have been more alive, more myself then anytime in my life....
I began all over this year. Began with dancing round a fire next to Mineola Lake.
I went to China and God completely redefined Himself. I came face to face with Grace in that hotel room on Gulou street. Everything I ever knew was changed. I would read my bible and sob, throw it across the room and cuss because I was hit with the fact God really nothing but love and its not to good to be true. I taught english. I fell in love and my heart became more alive then ever. I wrote songs and they were put to music. I sang in front of people. I walked alone streets of China at night with no fear. Somehow, I backpacked across the whole country. I had two new years. Sat on the roof alone watching the most amazing fireworks of my life.
I learned to "Say all the things that I really want to say." I had an amazing group of friends- the Fruitdale Socitey. We discussed life and trippiness and watched documentaries about conspiracyand quantum phyics. We drank wine on the lake dock and looked at the stars. I experienced heartbreak and healing. Walking down the road in red tights. I finally realized I am free from fear and rejection.
I edited hours and hours of footage. Rewrote a script many times. Relived all the memories of China over and over. I built a website and conqured my fear of technology.
I went to an apache reservation. Drove through the mountains of Malibu blasting Coldplay with Melissa. Stood face to face with the homeless and hopeless on skid row. Interviewed people on Hollywood bouldvard.
Preached at a school in El Salvador and saw God bring revival. Covered myself in black sand.
Took a road trip from Nashville to Colorado with my best friend. Got my nose pierced. Changed. Grew confident. Found balance.
Started staffing DTS. Got picked on. Found healing and freedom. Had dreams. Learned patience.
Took photos for a conference in Costa Rica. Crossed a broken bridge. Changed plans. Cried alot. Rejected being a leader then embraced it. Interviewed flood vicims and lost the footage. Lived in two villages. Lay on the beach in a hippy tourist town. Stayed in sketchy hostels. Backpacked with Amanda. Spent Christmas in a Kuna Indian village. Fell in love with people there, my life. Surrendered again.
It's really been the best year of my life, but I know this is not something out of the ordinary. This is my life and I am truly blessed.
Tattered White Flag
My Muscles are weakened by atrophy
yet this is the most hopeful catastrophy
I cant fight anymore
now hands are feeble like a newborns
barely grabbing your thumb
instead of gripping a gun
Cause I am done fighting you
done trying to stake claim over fields of my heart
I never owned in the first place
the soils dry but in time it will soften with rain
that falls from my own suffering and pain
The bloody battles finally over
I stake a white flag in the ground and surrender
Cause these lands have been occupied by rapists and thieves
disguised as gentlemen and royalty
But you, you fought violently for me
to bring back peace for the sake of peace
to bring back freedom so I could be free
the wind is stirring up scents of new things
it rustles the tattered white flag gently
Whats gonna happen next, I dont know
but I know from these blood stained fields
flowers are gonna grow
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