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Angie Burns

What can I say about Angie? I have been trying to think of a really funny story that I can tell, but my mind is flooded with random memories of this amazing woman. I first met Angie when I arrived in Portugal in 1993.  When I returned from Portugal I eventually came back to work with AIM and got to know Angie even better. We moved in together and I ended up ditching her about a year later and moving to Illinois. Here are some of the memories that come to mind about Angie.

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Denipipe loved you Angie. Remember how she would always take your stuff out the doggie door into the backyard?

I remember one time I came home from donating plasma and you told me that I looked cute. We couldn’t figure out what was different then you said…”It’s your arms, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.” (I wore long sleeves a lot)

Poor Poor Pitiful Me

 Do you remember The Giving Tree? I hauled those trees around Russia…London…Ireland…and finally Texas.

When I moved to Illinois you were so supportive. That was such a hard time, but your support helped me do what I felt I needed to do.

When you found out I was back in Lubbock you sent me a “care package”. It was so good for my spirit. I still listen to the cd’s that you made me. 

I do remember the Thanksgiving when my dad prayed for “what’s-her-name” to have a safe trip home.

The Grand Canyon! You had a goal that was very important to you and I wasn’t leaving your side until you reached it. That was such a beautiful place and so good for my heart.

Anywhere you go…smiles follow. You are a wonderful woman and I respect you greatly. Your acceptance of people is such an example for me.

I love you Angie and I pray you find some encouragement here on BASE.

So what is your favorite thing about Angie? Your favorite memory? Favorite story? She’ll be sittin’ in the hot seat for the next few days…let’s not leave her there alone.

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Comments on: "Angie Burns" (26)

  1. Cheri (Boyles) Smith said:

    I love you Angie…I don’t know that I have specific stories to share, but when I think of you…I smile. You were always someone that I admired and enjoyed. I remember hearing you sing and the beauty that that brings. Thank you for letting me teach you the most precious song I have ever known and helping me find a way to honor the most special person to me. I love you and have missed you. I thank God for you…Cheri

    CHERI … I AGREE … I THANK GOD FOR ANGIE TOO. I ALSO THROW YOUR NAME IN THERE … YOU ARE A GOOD WOMAN.

  2. Angie…I can’t think of a certian story about you either. When I think of you I mainly think of that GREAT BIG smile you always have for EVERYONE you come into contact. If you didn’t have a smile on your face it was because your heart was touched by someone else’s hard times and hurts. You truely care about people and you see past what others might let be a wall and look straight to the heart. Sounds like Jesus to me!!!

    Love you…

    RaDonna

    I’M GRATEFUL THAT GOD HAS SURROUNDED ME WITH SO MANY WONDERFUL EXAMPLES.

  3. I love me some Angie!

    Remember sitting in the upper room singing together in Portugal? Remember singing at Manuel and Pam’s house and their dog threw up in Steph’s lap? Good times.

    I remember preparing judgement day with Angie. The first couple years we’d be bugged with each other cause all my jokes crossed the line. But those last couple years our roles reversed and I’d be like, “You aren’t really going to say that are you?” But of course, if she turned on the accent real thick, she could say ANYTHING!

    Last year at AIM-a-palooza, I remember Angie and co. singing The Mystery and feeling so very proud that Angie’s my friend.

    Angie, you are one of those Hebrews 11-type people. More than I’m proud to be your friend… God is proud to be called your God.

    I KNEW IT WAS YOU TIM … MANY THINGS GAVE IT AWAY, BUT MAINLY THE FACT THAT KIM WAS NEVER IN PORTUGAL WITH ANGIE … I APPRECIATE YOUR THOUGHTS … THANKS FOR REMINDING ME OF HOW MUCH “I LOVE ME SOME ANGIE” TOO.

  4. Agh! Kim left the web-toilet seat up again. The above post is from me. Except any spelling errors… I’m dictating to Quincy as he types.

    I DON’T MEAN TO MEDDLE, BUT THIS TOILET SEAT THING IS BECOMING A PROBLEM … AND NOW YOU’RE INVOLVING Q … IF KIM IS LEAVING THE SEAT UP I THINK THERE ARE SOME SERIOUS ISSUES TO BE DISCUSSED … PRIVATELY OF COURSE. FOR NOW I WILL STAY OUT OF IT … 🙂

  5. Sandra (nee Monteiro) said:

    Hi Angie,

    I do remember you very well whilst you were in Lisbon and the long chats Candy and I used to have with you just before leaving for South Africa.

    I have been reading your blog for a while and it is good to see how all of you ex-AIMers are doing.

    AIM was such a blessing in my life and through AIM I was brought to the Church.

    (This comes all the way from sunny South Africa)
    Take care…

    ALWAYS GOOD TO SEE YOUR NAME AGAIN SANDRA … I’M GLAD YOU FOUND US.

  6. Angie,

    When I think of you…I also think of someone who has always worked at putting others first in her life. I think at times you did that at great cost to you…but you were always willing to fight for those who others would not have fought for. You always try to see the good in folks and to accept them where they are so that they can become who they need to be.

    You were always sweet and kind to me…everytime I have seen you…you have been good to me. Even when I messed up…you were still kind. I remember the last time I saw you was at Heath’s wedding (if I remember correctly)….and it was good to see you then.

    Reading through your blog – I have seen that you still fight for those without a voice…and you give them yours.

    I thank God for you Angie!

    I love you,

    Dennis

    I THANK GOD FOR ANGIE AND DENNIS …

  7. When I think of what it means to hunger and thirst for righteousness, you come to mind, Angie. Even through some of your darkest days, she still remained faithful.

    Anyone who spends even a few seconds in your presence has felt loved and cared for. You have an amazing gift for caring for others, unlike any I have ever seen.

    I hope in heaven you have your own private massage room, where you are the one being pampered, rather than you pampering everyone else.

    I love you dearly, my beautiful friend!

    I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE MASSAGES. I REMEMBER WHEN ANGIE FIRST STARTED TAKING CLASSES … I GOT MASSAGES ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE IS AN AMAZING WOMAN. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME OF THAT SARAH.

  8. Well, I tried to change his name back, but unless I post something as Tim it will not stick. And we really don’t need fake postings from Tim on there, just so we will try the Harris method now.

    Angie really is what everyone is saying about her, that is what is so neat. She took up a collection in her small group from my roommate who was pregnant (who had no extra money at all) for her to buy some maternity clothes. My roommate was so impacted that way crying showing me the card and gift. In pure Angie style, it was given humbly as a gift the edified the whole group involved and brought honor and amazed thanks to God. Very neat to see that.

    Love me some Angie, too. Kim

    I REMEMBER WHEN SHE DID THAT. SHE IS VERY AWARE OF WHAT A PERSON NEEDS AND WORKS DILIGENTLY TO MAKE SURE THOSE NEEDS ARE MET.

  9. Angie, you know that we have laughed about having such a hard time remembering things, but one of my favorites is the story about singing at the retirement home and the woman singing, “and now I can say I had a happy birthday.”

    The kid at Pioneer Park saying his name was “Pork chop”? Is that right? But you telling it is the best.

    Playing hide and go seek at Pioneer Park when Sarah came to visit before she left for Ireland, and it was raining so bad.

    Late night dance parties with Selandra and Amy…the electric slide.

    Singing “The Voice of the Lord” for the first time in an assistant’s meeting. I always loved singing with you. Still do.

    Hearing you talk about all the funny things your mom would say. Love me some Martha.

    Swing dancing. Nuff said. Although I wasn’t as faithful as some of you, can’t think of swing dancing and not think of Angie.

    That silly trip to Corpus Christi, and we were expecting like 500 kids for that rally, and only like 30 showed up??

    All of the singing gigs, and practices at J’s house; some of my most treasured memories of my time after I came back from the field. How many weddings and banquets did we sing in?? Who knows. I’ll never forget singing at the AIM retreat around the campfire, right after we found out that baby Jessica had gone home.

    Our accountability group with Paheena. Sorry Paige, I had to say Paheena.

    I’m sure I have many other memories, but so many others do too. So many people have had the privelage of knowing you, Angie. You are the friend to many. I’m sure there are countless acts of kindness you have shown to so many that only God and the recipient knows of it. I love that about you. I love that you don’t just give, you go above and beyond. You are a gift to many, but a diamond in the eyes of the Father. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me. I’m so very proud to call you my friend….and TIM, I thought the same thing when we were singing The Mystery in Tulsa.

    Love me some Angie too!!

    LOTS OF GREAT MEMORIES … AS LONG AS YOU PUT PAHEENA IT’S FINE … IT’S THE OTHER WAY THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE. GOOD TO SEE YOU ON HERE FLEE … THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.

  10. WHOA BABY, MY BUNS ARE BURNING!!! How in the world did I get on this hot seat? What a surprise!

    PAIGE, thanks so much for hoisting me up here! You have a way of making people feel like they’re on top of the world. I can only imagine how that translates to the students you teach… They are, in the words of Napoleon Dynamite, “Lucky.”

    I’m not sure you could’ve found a photo I would be *happy* with, but at least in this one the biggest problem seems to be the hair. If bigger hair brings you closer to God, I was celestial! I have helmet head though… like Sally Field’s character in Steel Magnolias when she says her hair looks like a brown football helmet!

    Paige, I still can’t believe you carried those 3 cast iron tree trunks all over the world… They were so worth it, though! What was the verse that inspired that? I’m embarrassed that I’ve forgotten…

    And seriously, I don’t think I ever would’ve made it out of the Grand Canyon without you and Greg. That was a pivotal moment for me… huffing my way to the top, ending with a trail of tears, seeing that I can do more than I ever believed possible when I have friends like you to help me when I’m weak… I really need the strength from that memory today. And I really love you, Paige!

    I feel safe at home here on BASE!

    GLAD YOU FEEL SAFE HERE … AS YOU CAN SEE, YOU ARE LOVED BY MANY. THOSE TREES WERE INSPIRED BY THE BOOKS “THE GIVING TREE”, AND “THE THREE TREES”. I LOVE BOTH OF THOSE STORIES. LOVE YA ANGIE.

  11. CHERI! Hon, My God Delights In YOU! 🙂 That’s a very special memory for me too!

    RADONNA, dear! Reading your comment just put a big ol’ smile on my face! Thank you!

    TOILET-SEAT TIM! Oh, I don’t think I’ll *ever* forget Betsy throwing up on Stephanie! Steph could fill an entire blog with her wild stories! (And everyone should send Stephanie lots of money for the years she has put up with me… She’s definitely seen the best and worst of Angie.) And Tim, thank you for putting up with the pious party-pooper version of me… I’m sure I amused God!

    SANDRA! I can hear your sweet and raspy voice while reading your words! I miss that voice, as well as the heart that your words spring from! Thank you for remembering me with such grace and for re-connecting. YOU ARE SO LOVED!

    DENNIS, there always seems to have been just one degree of separation between us… I mean, I know you mostly through the way other people love you (Greg, Heath, Tim, Benjy, etc.). So, it’s about time that we bridge that gap and declare a friendship for all the world to see! And one of my favorite photos is one from Heath’s wedding of me in the middle of all you handsome men in your tuxes! Fun!

    SARAH, you’re way too easy on me! Will you write my eulogy?! Sharing time with you when you visited MS during these past few years has been such a highlight for me. I miss you! Oh, and I’m all for massages in heaven… Honey, anoint me with some oil and lay on some hands!

    KIM, thanks for that memory! I really don’t remeber that, but I’ll take your word for it. As Flee mentioned, much is a blur to me… but you, my dear, are unforgettable! 🙂

    And FLEE! Oddly enough, I remember all the stuff you mentioned! What a crazy selective memory we have! I’ll add though, that the Pioneer Park day was my birthday (the best one I *ever* had!). We served hot dogs and cake to the kids in Overton Park. They were running around with blue icing all over them, poking at the pinata we had… UNTIL this tornadic storm came outta nowhere, raining hail down from the heavens! We took shelter in the church building and had the most amazingly crazy night – playing hide & seek with no electricity! AND we ended the night by singing and praying together. THAT’s what made it the best ever. Hard to beat!

    Pioneer Park days were quite an experience… I used to drive that old van & pick up kids for Bible Hour. We would sing “Put A Little Love In Your Heart” at the top of our lungs (a cappella ‘Straight Company’ style!). It was our version of the joy bus! Those kids were such a joy – and equally such a pain! During that time I was robbed by a homeless girl while I was gathering a bag of groceries for her, I was yelled at, spit on, made fun of… I remember once a kid tried to set me on fire (literally) – not what I expected after teaching about fanning into flame each others’ gifts! Never a dull moment, for sure. That was also the first time I experienced ministry burnout (no pun intended!). The worst part was when Patty, a girl I used to pick up for Bible Hour was raped and murdered (by the father of some other kids I took to church – who Nathan Myers had been studying with). It took a lot of time for my heart to recover from that season of my life. Turns out my heart is more resilient than I imagined… God has gently led me through several more seasons since then. And I have lived to blog about it! 🙂

  12. One more thing… I remember Joe Pruett commenting about all the Pioneer Park kids that were stuffed into my van… It was the first time I ever heard the phrase, “If this van’s a rockin’, don’t bother knockin’!” Hee Hee!

  13. Stephanie de Oliveira said:

    I have to admit that I am mostly a blog lurker. I don’t normally comment. But I couldn’t pass this one up. I have so many memories of Angie that it is hard to pick one. I remember when Angie’s very heavy backpack hit a Portuguese guy in the head on the bus. He put his fists up and was ready to fight her. We exited quickly at the next stop.

    Angie and I share a lot of good and some not-so-good memories. We have kept touch sporadically through the years. At times we bared our souls to each other and confessed our sins to each other. At other times we shut each other out. We are both very different people today, having both battled depression and won through the grace of God. I am thankful for the time that I had with Angie, both the good and the not-so-good. I am sorry for times that we did not treasure our time together.

    Thanks Angie for being the person that you are.

    WELCOME BACK STEPH … YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LURK ALL YOU WANT … I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU POP IN ONCE IN AWHILE AND SAY HI THOUGH. I LIKE SEEING YOUR NAME ON THERE.

  14. Thank you for filling in that HUGE gap on the story behind hide and seek at Pioneer Park. I totally remember that now. I remember the party, the storm, and scraping the mess out of my leg jumping off of the baptistry while hiding. Good times. I do remember Patty as well. Wow. That was really hard.

    What was that girl’s name, Paige and/or Angie, that we “helped” that ended up out at Sunrise Canyon? She lived near the apts? I vaguely remember her running thru the street one time and Angie running after her? Is that right?

    OH, I almost forgot about LaShonda Reed. Anybody remember Angie introducing us to LaShonda Reed?

    HER NAME WAS ANGELA. SHE ACTUALLY STAYED WITH JAMIE AND I FOR AWHILE. AND YES SHE WAS RUNNING THROUGH THE STREET ONE TIME. IS LASHONDA THE WOMAN THAT WAS WAITING FOR HER CABLE?

  15. I’m afraid LaShonda never got that cable… and probably fired from her job! Poor LaShonda.

    Oh what a wonderful trip to Corpus. If I remember right (AND I DO!) there were only 4 kids that showed up for that youth rally. How many hours did we drive for that!?! 2 things cracked me up about that trip. 1. The next morning I walked into Jay’s office and he said he heard only 20 kids showed up. I thought, “Who can’t can’t to 4?” But I knew cause there was an AIM assist./preaching student that went with us and we all know preachers can’t count. And B. The little voice in the van that said, “I want to see the River Walk.” We had so many hours to go but since the girls outnumbered the guys we had to stop in San Antonio for HOURS! But that trip was a blast. Do you remember stopping along the highway to measure the striped (or is it stripped) dividing lines to settle a bet? …good times

    Tim

    Poor LaShonda! Too bad I missed out on the trip to Corpus … sounds like it was interesting …

  16. I remember that trip… not because I was on it, but because Carolyn described it so vividly afterwards. And a few years later when I was an assistant in Amherst, I heard the story again, from Tim.

    Anyway– Angie!! Whenever your name comes up, I always tell people that if not for you, I would still be standing in the doorway of the aim room. And man, would I have been there a long time by now. 🙂

  17. YAY! STEPH decided to de-lurk herself! WOW, Stephanie… your words mean *so much* to me! Thank you for commenting. And I had tucked that memory away, but I remember very well thinking that I *almost* unintentionally started a fight with my backpack! I kept my balance after that! Girl, lots of stuff happened to us on buses, huh… Let’s see, a guy fell asleep on you (you said he smelled like he had been working very hard!), I saw a lady throw up into a ziplock bag, you were hit by a stray water balloon that flew into the bus through an open window (seriously, who does this happen to?), we were pummelled by bags of flour that had rocks & stuff inside during some riots…

    Speaking of ziplock bags, do you remember our excursion to the Algarve? We stayed with a Christian lady there and she fried us up some fresh sardines… like really fresh, with eyeballs & all! I had a practice of lining my pockets with ziplock bags to deposit morsels of food I just couldn’t stomach, so this was an opportune moment. While she was still frying up more fish, I worked my magic… until she gave me an astonished look, asking me if I ate the head too? oops! So, I *really* ate the next one. Later that day we went on a boat tour, where that fish returned to the sea… I was so sick! Then one of the boatmen poured a bucket of water over my head to make me feel better when I refused to “become one with the ocean” and jump overboard to relieve seasickness (as several others had done). Seriously, we just couldn’t make this stuff up!

    Any one of these events would’ve required major therapy… but not when they were experienced with you! Your contagious laugh lightened everyone’s load so much – especially mine. Your laugh got us through lots of traumatic times! And I don’t know about you, but after depression… the laughter is so much sweeter. It’s the thing I’m most thankful that He restored! I long to laugh with you again! I miss you! Come to Mississippi!!!

    FLEE and TIM… you guys are really putting some meat on my bare bones memories! And I’m lovin’ every minute of it!!! And those lines on the highway were much longer than anyone of us thought, huh!

    And SU… the one and only! You have such a succinct way of stating things – that’s your trademark! We’re all so glad you came through those doors and I’m so glad you came into my life! I dig the woman you’ve become… and still think of you when I sing “Hey Jude!” 🙂

    For ANYONE who hasn’t been baptized into our LaShonda Reed Club (that borders on cultish!), please take the time to check out this link. Someone put an audio file of her online, and it’s pure gold!

    http://www.tracychilders.com/prnkcalls.htm

    ISN’T IT AMAZING HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO YOUR HEART TO REMEMBER … EVEN SOME OF THE HARD MEMORIES CAN BE GOOD BECAUSE YOU SEE HOW YOU SURVIVED AND ARE DIFFERENT BECAUSE OF IT. I’M SO GLAD THAT YOU AND STEPHANIE HAD EACH OTHER DURING THAT TIME.

  18. What a treat for me … to read the words of people I love about another person I love. I will not “pile on” – except to say, I love you, Angie. Thank you for many things – but especially for how you looked at me – smiled at me – were nice to me, when I saw you for the first time in the Book Store. I will never forget your kindness. May God bless you … as He has blessed me through you. If I can ever be of help to you … in any way … please let me know. Please let me make a payment on this debt of love I owe you.

    GOOD TO SEE SOMEONE I LOVE WRITING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE I LOVE … THANKS REX.

  19. Sandra (nee Monteiro) said:

    Angie you are so sweet…

    I wish you had given me that tip for the ziplock bags before I moved to Africa. Serious, I got a lot of respect for the AIMers resiliance with the Portuguese cuisine when I tried some of the African foods.

    We went into villages where people were very poor and they keep their rice for visitors (when I am saying villages imagine mud huts, no water or electricity in the middle of nowhere) so you now they are feeding you their best and they give you this soured rice with spots (that looked like weavels) and pieces of meat that were more like offal. These people were very poor so you tryed not to offend them and just ate it, swallowing it with water in chunks like tablets.

    I guess food is a cultural thing. In Zimbabwe it was very strange to see people swating live nocturnal ‘fireflies’ looking moths and chewing these with a crunching sound. These are consider a delicacy as well a something they call mapony worms (sun dried fat worms) which is common around here.

    The other strange one was Sunday service in Africa where they share one cup for the Lord’s Supper, The cup gets passed around and the lip of the cup just get wiped with a dirty sleeve and passed on to the next person. You can only stand there and pray for God’s protection so that you do not catch some bad germs.

    The Aimers I came in contact in Portugal thaught me not to cook fish with a head on. Although you cannot do this with sardines, my husband grew up with Portuguese neighbours so he actualy likes the sardines with the head and eyes on it, my kids won’t eat these they just shout ‘Gross mom’.

    Angie I also miss you must come and visit and meet my family. I really miss our long chats…

    FOOD HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST STRUGGLES WHEN YOU’RE IN A NEW PLACE … IN RUSSIA BENJI AND I ATE ICE CREAM SNICKER BARS FOR A MONTH BECAUSE THAT’S ABOUT ALL WE COULD PRONOUNCE … FUN, FUN, FUN.

  20. Stephanie de Oliveira said:

    Angie, I am sitting her laughing as the memories come flooding back. There are so many of them. I do remember the Algarve. Remeber that I got so sunburned there that when we traveled back to Lisbon, we had to take the train that left really early, like 6:00am or something like that. I couldn’t let the sun touch my legs. I was in so much pain and you were nice enough to not complain about leaving so early. Oh my word! So many memories. I am thankful for them all!

    I MISS HEARING YOU SAY “OH MY WORD”. I’M SO GLAD THAT YOU ARE GETTING TO HAVE A MEMORY FLOOD LAUGH … THOSE ARE THE BEST. I THINK I TOLD YOU EARLY ON THERE WOULD BE SOME CHANCES TO LAUGH HERE … GLAD YOU ARE GETTING TO EXPERIENCE THAT STEPH.

  21. Whenever I think of Angie, 2 things come to mind. First is music. I miss singing with you, or rather, being around when you were singing. Most of the time I’d just want to stop and listen, always felt a little closer to heaven. Not much singin’ goin’ on since u bin gone! The second is laughter. I usually found myself on the floor (metaphorically and sometimes literally), in tears, gasping for air because I was laughing so hard. Usually it was due to something funny you had said. Your humor is fantastic!

    You are priceless, Angie. I love your heart!

    I SECOND THAT!

  22. There are many attributes that I love about Angie. The one I cherish the most is her ability to make you feel like the most important person in the room. Years could have gone by of not talking to her and then one day you talk as if a day as not gone by!!! She makes me feel so at home. I love that about ya, Angie and I am glad we have reconnected! People from over the years have be so blessed by your spirit! I am sure there will be many more people to come to your life. We are truly blessed people to know a person like Angie!

    ANGIE…YOU ARE LOVED BY SO MANY…NEVER FORGET THAT.

  23. Awwww REX, you are tops! Thanks for putting your special spin on Paige’s “Angie Party” over here! It means so much coming from you, dear friend! And as far as repaying a debt of love, I’ll take that in small, unmarked bills… Wait a minute, wrong debt I’m referring to… Better to leave yours outstanding! Kinda evens things out since I have the same bill with you, brother! Not only do I love you, I thoroughly enjoy you! And it’s way fun to be connected to you again!!!

    SANDRA you are spot on about regional foods! I think your stories top mine, hands down!!! But I still remember blood sausage from Portugal… and how odd I thought it was to put a fried egg on top of a pork chop or hamburger or anything! But I tell ya… I sure could use a pastel de nata right now… or a pao de deus… I may have stumbled on some stuff I thought was disgusting, but I found equally divine cuisine there that I miss to this day! But I agree with you… that it’s the long chats I miss most of all! I bet we could go nonstop for days just catching up! This is a good start, dear! MUCH LOVE TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!!!

    Oh STEPH, I would love to have a cafe Americana with a pao de deus right now with you, upstairs at the Hyde Park cafe… (Isn’t that where we used to breakfast together before going in to the church bldg? Remember when I got the word for toast wrong & ordered a bullfighter with extra butter? Heh!). I took those moments with you for granted… because they are some of the most perfect times! Here’s to laughter and the love of friends! (oh, and remember Helder’s beijinhoes?!)

    Well LISA, the remark about humor is the one I treasure the most coming from you! I think your wit goes way too unnoticed, especially for its calibur. You got it goin’ on, woman! Thank you so much for letting me laugh and cry with you. Both are treasured! YOU are treasured!

    SHELLIE, that could be because I *adore* a captive audience! (insert slightly evil laugh here!) It helps to have someone to talk to who has much to say… like you do. It’s been such a privilege to share some conversations with you about our “sore spots” that have been hurting for years. Thanks so much for sharing part of your journey with me! Looking forward to the next time we can cram a few years into a few moments on a telephone line!

    PAIGE, really, this has been so much fun. I’m not sure whether to compare it to winning an emmy or a foreshadowing of my funeral… but either way, it’s nice to hear people talking about you while you’re still alive! Thank you for using YOUR blog space to shine a light on others… It reflects right back onto you and the kind of person you are. We are so fortunate to have you in our lives!!!

    All my love,
    Angie

    IT’S WONDERFUL TO GET TO SEE PEOPLE SHOWERING SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT WITH ENCOURAGEMENT. I WISH YOU HADN’T MENTIONED PAO DE DEUS AND PASTEL DE NATA THOUGH…NOW MY STOMACH IS GROWLING. DID YOU EVER GET THAT BULLFIGHTER? ISN’T LEARNING A NEW LANGUAGE FUN?

  24. Love me some ANGIE!

    ANGIE, I love your spirit. I love that God has given you a voice that shares His love just as well as it sings His praises. You are too good.

    My best memory of ANGIE was having lunch with her at a restaurant on Slide Rd and 50th street before I left Lubbock to move to California. Angie helped me grow in my spirituality as God’s man by being honest, open and loving to me in communicating her heart. Angie, you may have forgotten that conversation, but I haven’t. You helped me learn that two people can communicate and have caring dialog about difficult things. Thank-you.

    You are loved. We can’t wait to see you again. When I read you blog to Michelle we talk about how we can just hear your voice coming through. Brings a smile to our hearts.

    J

    ISN’T IT GOOD TO HAVE MEMORIES LIKE THAT?!

  25. Wow, JASON… I can’t believe *you* remember that! 🙂 To tell you the truth, I’m sketchy on details, but whatever I was railing about is probably something that would be a non-issue to me today! The thing is, it mattered to me then, and you were the kind of man who was willing to take my girly stuff seriously! We didn’t even know we were modeling something greater than ourselves!

    And if I ever make it out west to Cali, you & Michelle better put on a big ol’ pot of coffee! It would be dreamy to spend that kind of time with y’all! Talk about a taste of heaven! I sure do love and enjoy you both tremendously!

    ANGIE … THANKS FOR PARTICIPATING IN THIS BLOG … I HOPE THAT IT GAVE YOU A GLIMPSE OF WHAT YOU MEAN TO SO MANY PEOPLE. I’M GRATEFUL FOR YOUR SPIRIT AND THE WAY IT HAS TOUCHED MY LIFE.

  26. Amy Blackburn’s graduation party 1999. Reciting poetry, singing and dancing [included instrumental music] in the Sunset church of Christ building. Oh yeah, multitalented.

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