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Friday, January 28, 2011

Danger In The Hood

So my brother called me just now and tells me about what’s going down. He said that he went outside to go get his headphones (who knows from where) and he heard gunshots. Then next thing you know all of these police with all their machine guns came flying to the street where we live (it happened right there). And what happened was that some men assaulted a taxi men and stole all of his stuff.

See, where we live, in the neighborhood behind us there are a bunch of gangster thugs. So it is a rather dangerous neighborhood. So send prayers up for the safety of my family!



Yeah, my bro took a picture of a few of the police cars. But he said that it looked as if the entire Toluca police force was out there! Lol!


Dacia

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Life Goes On ...

Yes, life in Toluca is going on without me. And from what I hear it is going on really good. No one even misses me. Oh well. So I called home. No, I wrote home. Oh, wait! I didn't do either of those. Okay, my sister told me that she talked to my mum. That's how the story goes ... I remember now! And my mother told her that last Sunday they had a really awesome service!

One of the men, Nacho, was refilled with the Holy Ghost! He had received it before but got out of church. And also three teenagers who used to come were back and all dancing and praying (I am assuming that they were refilled also)! I was so excited to hear about all of that! I just know that someday God is going to do something special with our youth. Because they all (including me) need God really bad! Living for Jesus is a struggle, but I am certain that we will all overcome all of the worldly temptations and keep on serving Him! So next time you get down to pray why don't you take a few moments to pray for our youth. If there has ever been one thing that I have longed to see, it would be our youth on fire for God!

But all of good things that are happening over their are not going on without a fight. Apparently one of the neighbors who lives by our new church (they rent the apartments that are just outside) is trying to cause some trouble. I heard that he was yelling at my brother because someone was parked in his parking space or was too close to his car or something. And my brother didn't say anything (he doesn't like to speak spanish, although I know that he knows how to) and was just quiet and so that made the man madder and madder! LOL! So then he decided to key some cars. But thankfully we have some men who stand guard outside every service to catch people doing those kind of things. So they stopped him.

So that's the news in Toluca! I have been trying to post for a couple of days already but my laptop keeps freezing up. Thank God for the autosave or else all that I had written and the pictures I uploaded would be gone!

So all of these pictures are recent but they are not mine. I told my mom to send me some pictures but she hasn't. How am I supposed to update without pictures? So I asked Lupita if I could use hers. And she said that was fine! I'm so glad that I have a friend who goes picture-happy. You know, the ones who snap pictures of the weirdest things! LOL!


Araceli (a girl who has been coming for about four or five years but I still don't know her that well) and Lupita!

Miriam and Lupita. I hope Miriam doesn't read my blog because then she will tell me to take this picture off. Which I won't do it. Lol!


Gabriela and Lupita! Gabriela would also tell me to take this off. Why do people hate pictures of themselves?? I think they always look pretty!


This girl is obviously new because I do not know who she is! But I do know that she is the daughter of a new man named, Cesar, who has been going to church. I will write more about that when I get more details. Okay, her name is Jennifer.

For New Years the church had a get together. So these are some of the pictures!



Bro Gabriel. He loves to be silly.


Lupita and Miriam (Bro. Gabriel's wife).


Everyone eating! I wonder what the food was??



Some of the little girls.


Dara and Betsy ... aren't they the cutest little sisters?


Gabrielito and Erickito.


Little Gisele ... she's growing up so fast! She is a year old, I think.


Well, that's all for now folks!
Coming soon: Ixtlahuaca's Church Makes A Move! ... FINALLY!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Randomness!

Right about now I am beginning to miss my pets in Mexico. Well, mostly my ferret, Chester. He is my baby. We went to Petsmart the other day and they had some baby ferrets in a cage. I sat there and watched them for about an hour and my eyes were getting all misty. Hehe. Right now I just want to hold anything furry. Well, besides my sister's dog. I mean, seriously, he's grouchy.

This here is a hamster (I love rodents) I used to have. His name was Baby Benjii.



So there's this thing on my ipod called FaceTime where you can call anyone who has an ipod with that app. And it's like a video call. So you can see each other's face (it makes you look terrible though). So I have called my brother a few times and got him to show me my babies. He was showing his ipod to Baxter and I started whining like he used to do when he was a baby. And he got all sad and started crying. It just made "mommy" tear up. Lol. I just wish he was as cute and little now as he was when I took this picture two years ago.



Isn't this just the silliest picture you've ever seen? This was taken at this place that my mum called a "safari." See, I had a friend visiting from the US at the time and we were trying to keep her busy by doing "fun" things. So my mum came up with this idea to go to a "safari." It turned out that it wasn't a safari and we had to walk around this place that was about fifty miles long. First we went downhill. And, boy, wasn't that easy. But then came the million stairs back up. And the funny part was that that was the second time I had told my friend, "Well, where we're going today we won't have to walk." Both times it turned out to be a lie! But this picture kind of made the whole trip worth it!


Here's a picture I found from when my sister and I were REALLy young. We found that place somewhere in the mountains while driving around.



An old, old picture. Don't we look funny???


Anyways, sorry for the randomness. I just found all of the pictures and had to share them with you guys (that's the way y'all say y'all in California and all of them weird states!)!

Purpose

Tonight was church here where my sister lives. So we were at church and Bro. Maddox began preaching. Well, something that he began talking about just caught my attention. He was saying how without a purpose we will never accomplish anything. That if we forget the purpose of why we go to church then we will began to dread going. And, well, honestly my thoughts began to wonder at that point because the word purpose had just driven into my heart. I often think about that word. Not just the word, but the word applied to my life. I often ask myself what my purpose is in life. And I never quite have an answer other than, "to live for God, duh!" But even though I know that it is my purpose I still feel worthless. Because anyone can go to church and clap, raise their hands, dance, speak in tongues, etc. But is that really all that living for God entails? I feel as if I am lacking in something. I just want to yell sometimes because I feel so useless. I mean, what am I personally doing for the kingdom of God.

I don't really know what the direction of Bro. Maddox's message was (because we had to leave) but I know that the word purpose just hit me. I have never actually sat down and wrote out my goals for life. But usually when I complain about having no purpose I will usually make a mental list. Usually I only have one goal. Depending on my mood it will be either: 1. Go to college so that I can have a career. Or: 2. Get married someday and all that. Both of those are fine goals, but what strikes me is how neither one of them even mentions God. Those are my physical goals. But what about my spiritual goals? I suppose I never really think about that.

Perhaps you are thinking, "Wait, you are a missionary's daughter, how can you feel like you are useless?" Well, just because I am living in a foreign country doesn't mean that I am really doing anything at all for God. Yeah, I live in a strange place but am I contributing to the work of God? I feel ashamed sometimes when I think of how I waste my time on the frivolities of this world.

I remember one time when I came up with the idea to go downtown Toluca and invite people to church. Lupita and I went there one afternoon and did just that. No one we invited ever came to church, but I actually felt good. I felt like I was doing something useful with my time. The restlessness that is constantly pounding at my heart's door momentarily ceased.

I guess all I am saying here is that I want to do something for God. I want to have a purpose. So maybe I just need to change my perspective some. Teaching Sunday school might not (in my mind) be anything special. But I suppose you can never truly know how you might have impacted some one's life. So when I get back to Mexico in a few months (more like six ... lol) I think I will try to change my attitude. Maybe set some higher goals for myself. Instead of always complaining about my lack of purpose maybe I should take a step back and realize that all of the things that I do I should do them as unto God and not unto man. Then maybe I will feel a bit more fulfilled. What do you think?

Anyways, those were just my thoughts that caused me to tune out the rest of the preaching. And I thought I would share them with you.
Peace out!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Lalalalala!

This was last Saturday with my birthday card that held a Starbucks card!



Happy Birthday To Me!

"Today is my birthday, happy, happy birthday. Today is my birthday, happy birthday, hey!" ... "Hallelujah, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!! Halleeeluuujaaahhh!!"

So although I may seem excited for it to be my birthday ... I am not! I am not happy! Oh, the twenties! How I despise them! I wanted to be a teenager forever! But, alas, all good things must draw to a close. 'Tis quite depressing. Oh well. What is the point of mourning over things that can never be recovered? Wait, I can answer that question! There is NO point! Tee hee!

So this morning I was in the middle of a very vivid dream. It was partially about a monster coming after me and partially about me marrying somebody (wait, I have to tell about that before I continue with my description of my birthday day). In my dream I was in some weird place. There were trees everywhere. And it was kind of dark and gloomy. I had on a flowing, white, lacy dress that swirled around my ankles. And next thing you know my prince charming (whoever that may be ...) was there beside me. And like all I heard was myself saying, "I do." But then the scene of the dream switched and I was at home with my parents. And they were asking me, "Why didn't you go with ----?" And I said, "I don't know him that well so I was too afraid to ask if I could go with him." Ahahahahaha! Imagine getting married to someone you really don't know and then afterwards you go back home with your parents and he goes his own way too. LOL! (Oh, FYI, the guy was like faceless ... you know how that happens in dreams where you are getting married. I guess because your mind doesn't know who you will be marrying someday).

Anyways, getting back to the subject. I was dead asleep in the middle of that vivid, aforementioned dream. And my sister and David walk into the the little room where I am staying in at their house. And my sister says, "Dacia." I popped one eye open to peek at them and I vaguely remember Kris saying something like, "On the count of three. One, two, three." And then they sang to me! And I was instantly reminded, Oh yeah, it's my birthday! But then I was like, "What time is it?" And when I learned the time I begged them to let me sleep for another hour. So I quickly fell back into a peaceful slumber.

Then it seemed like two minutes later (it was really about an hour and a half later) my sister was waking me up again. So I slowly drug myself off of my bed. Isn't it amazing how comfortable air mattresses can seem when you are being lazy? So then I opened presents and we ate cake. The end. Oh, wait! Then my sister and I went to the store and when we came back I had a beautiful flower arrangement sitting on the table from my parents in Mexico.

Oh, and Saturday we went to eat at Carino's for my birthday! I love the lasagna! And I ordered an italian cherry soda. YUM! It was so yummy! If you have never tried one, you must! And guess what they gave me as a gift that day?? A Starbucks card with money on it. Well, I think I am the most blessed girl in the world (I wanted to say "blessedest")!

Okay, enough talk!



I was eating the leftover cake mix!


My sister when she was putting the icing on the cake and it was peeling the cake off. Hahaha!


Opening my gifts! I <3 gifts!



Yum! Yum! Cake!


The flowers ... aren't they beautiful?


And what really made my day were all of the ecards and birthday wishes I recieved! Thanks everyone! Right now I think I might actually love everyone in the whole world!
'Kay, bye!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

The New Year ...

Well, I have no felt no inspiration to write lately. Maybe this will be an inspirationless year (is that a word?). Besides I have had nothing interesting happen to me lately. But I know I will disappoint all of my millions of fans if I do not write anything! Yes, yes, you are the people who have made me famous! Hehehe ... So what do y'all want to hear about? Aw, who cares ... I am the one writing!

So I know we are in a new year. And I never wished everyone a happy new year. So here's to a happy new year filled with blessings (I hope)! Ching-ching (that's the sound of all of our glasses clinking together *grin*)! Well, my sister says that it is pointless to make new years resolutions. And while I agree ... I still have made one! But it's a secret so I cannot tell!

For the new years guess what we did! We had a birthday party for my grandma. And, well, I must say, it turned into such an emotional evening. See, my grandmother did not know that it was a party for her birthday. So when she walks in the room and we are all standing there singing "happy birthday to you," and there was a cake and gifts she started crying. And then all of my uncles and my dad and my grandpa were all hugging her and all crying like babies. I had never seen such tenderness coursing through the veins of any Loa (I will say that I am probably the most emotional one of us all). My cousin Jon and me were standing there together and we were getting all teary-eyed! 'Twas quite embarrassing! The whole time I felt like shouting out, "Awkward!" Lol!

After the emotional part was over we all went to the garage. My dad took out his guitar. My grandpa walked in with his accordian. And then my Uncle Albert brings in his piano. So we started our Loa concert. My sister and I were the first ones to sing! I think they were all surprised that I even sing (because I never sing for anyone except at home in Mexico, but my sister always sings). Then there was just music, music and more music ... until everyone who knew how to play the guitar or piano had taken a turn "showing off." Well, except for my mother, sister, and myself (we are more humble). LOL! No, actually, it's just that all of my cousins are so talented that I would feel embarrassed to even play anything around them. Well, that is mostly due to the fact that my dad always tells everyone that I play:
1. Guitar.
2. Piano.
3. Flute.
4. Drums.
5. Harmonica.
6. Bass.
And, yes, he has told almost everyone in the world how natural of a talent I have for just picking up any instrument and playing it. Well, now is the time to set these crooked tales straight. I only play the guitar, piano, and the recorder (not the real flute ... although I do have a real flute) and the drums (but only a little). But, see, here's the catch, I have played all of these instruments but mastered none. I am one of those people who always wants to do everything, but never does, who starts everything, but finishes nothing. I believe in everything, yet believe in nothing. So I am one of those people who play instruments just not that good. Do you get what I am saying? My dad just likes to make me look good. But that just makes me not want to play anything for anyone because they'll be like, "That's it?" LOL! So I know maybe you're thinking, "This girl is full of herself." But that isn't how it is! So, anyways, to get back to my story, my grandpa was actually saying, "Andele, Dacia, play something." Which I was really surprised to hear him say that. Why? Well, mostly because he never knows my name (man, I hope he never sees that I said this! Hehe!). So it felt rather nice for him to acknowledge me and know my name! So I have decided that I will just practice, practice, practice a fancy song until I know it by heart so that I will be able to play it for our next family gathering. And that way no one will be disappointed by my playing! But I can think of no song.

Man, I have gone way off subject talking about myself. Well, like I have always said, I am self-centered. But if you know me then you know I am a huge believer in being myself. So I figure that I might as well be me while writing my blog too ... why put up a false image of who I am? Hehe. I guess 'cause then maybe people would like me better? Here's a tiny bit of personal information: My dad always gets upset at me because I am me when I meet/talk to any guys. He says, "You know, you could've been a bit more friendly and open." I guess he fears that I might run them off by being myself and then he'll have to keep me around in Mexico forever with them. Hehe. Sounds like a nice plan, huh? *wink*

So I am done writing now. My birthday is Monday ... so I will post pictures of all of the gifts I get!! You know me ... I <3 gifts (I just recently learned that < plus 3 is a sideways heart!)!

Enjoya las pictures! Haha!




Oh, yeah, I forgot to write about how we went to see our great grandfather. He is either 92 or 94. So that's who that is in the picture.



Oh, yes! And I also forgot to mention that my brother got his driver's license! Let's all give him a big hand clap! *clap clap clap* ... excuse the slight shadow of hair he had going there. You know how boys are ... too lazy to shave (intil their dad makes them!).




My cousin, sister, and I walked back to this old, dilapidated barn behind my uncle's house. As we walked over there one of my uncles said, "There are many blog moments to experience in there." So I was eager to arrive. But when we did ... I noticed that there was nothing but a bunch of junk inside that was crying out to be recycled. And there was poison ivy growing outside (okay, I don't really know what the stuff looks like but I don't want to find out ... again. Too many times have I gotten that stuff). But there was a certain quaintness about the place, it seemed as if that rotten, gray wood was saying, "Come lean against me and take a picture." So we did do that! Sorry, dear uncle (you know who you are), that place just didn't live up to my great expectations. Hehe. But it was pretty!



Rhesa, Kris, and me inside of the old barn.



My Uncle Albert barbecuing. And, no, there was no barbeque sauce on the meat. So I asked my mum why it was called barbeque and not grilled. She promptly informed me that, "That's just what we call grilling in Texas." Me, "Oh, duh!" And, no, I didn't really say that to my mum. I said that to myself.



Jon and me. In case you can't tell by the number of pictures I always take with him, he is one of my fave cousins. Although, come to think of it, they are all pretty much my favorites due to the fact that I just don't have that many cousins. So I love them all.


Jacob, Jon, Austin, Me and Rhesa.



Grandpa hugging grandma when she started crying ... so sweet. *tear*



My grandparents!


My dad playing the guitar.


Kris and me fixing to sing! We had to bend down because the sun was ruining the picture ... so stop laughing at the way we're squatting!



My Uncle Albert playing a song that he wrote. "Oh, devil, devil, you had me bound ..."



My cousin, Steve, playing the guitar and singing. I told you that the guitar was the Loa instrument.


My cousin, Brenda.



Jon and the youngest Loa cousin ... uh oh ... I forgot his name. Ummm ... oh yeah, Abraham.


Jacob and Jon dancing! LOL! They make me laugh!


Well, happy living everyone!

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