Lifestyle Changes

What's up folks!

So, for what seems like the millionth time, I am embarking on some lifestyle changes. Hopefully these changes will be the lasting kind. As always happens with my blogging, I invite you to go on this journey with me.

The main change I guess would be everything. I feel like I heard somewhere that it's best not to do too many things at once, but I tend to be the "all or nothing" type. I'm going to need some major accountability to be successful, and though I'm not sure I've got the proper support network around me just yet, I'll try anyway.

I'm systematically replacing as many things as possible with organic products. The means food, seasonings, cooking oils, sweeteners, teas, and even laundry detergent and household cleaners. I've stopped using disposable plastic water bottles, I've invested in some essential oils, and so far so good! Unfortunately most of my detoxing right now is happening in the form of blemishes on my face, but I've changed up techniques and my skin is clearing and brightening up.

I'm on a meat restricted diet. I was successfully vegetarian for about 6-7 months, and then I caved on some of my mom's chicken (sorry, not sorry). However, my family is joining me on this journey, and I'm happy to say we are now choosing hormone free options for milk and meats, though I tend to drink more rice and almond milk. The next step is cage-free! I do eat fish with regularity, and I've chosen to invest in wild caught fish and avoid bottom feeding underwater dwellers like catfish and shellfish. Whenever my grandmother, my mother, or I peel shrimp our fingers get irritated, itchy, and sometimes a rash develops. We have to wear gloves to prepare them... I'd rather not eat that, thank you very much.

I've started taking a daily probiotic and women's multi vitamin, but I have chosen not to ingest essential oils until I understand them better and won't inadvertently burn my insides or otherwise seriously harm myself. This lifestyle also offers a great excuse to engage in one of my favorite activities: drinking tea. Relaxing during any time of the year, great for gentle detoxing, tasty, tea is just happiness in a cup!

The hard part right now is keeping my activity levels up. I tend to gravitate to more couch-potato types of activities like blogging, crafting, songwriting, video editing etc, and now that I'm not traveling and school is still on summer break, I'm struggling to get some basic level of activity in my life. All the same, if I want to improve my health and preserve it for the long haul, I've got to sweat.

In all this, eliminating toxins won't be just through my pores and changing the contents of my cabinet. I'm going to have to be careful of my visual and audio intakes as well. My spirit, my mind, and my soul are equally if not more important than my body, and so they too deserve care and consideration in this health journey. I will have to employ greater self control and hold myself accountable to the ways in which I choose to spend my time. If I can find 5 hours to watch a couple of movies surely I can find more than 15 minutes to have quiet time...

Though I'm the same dress size I've been for awhile, I'm currently at the highest weight of my adult life. Not cool. (I do tend to be more muscle, which weighs more but looks smaller on the body)

All the same, I'm not going to make weight loss my goal here. I'm going to put the scale away for a few months and work on just feeling good. I've already tried a few DIY recipes that I'll share here, and I'm committed to making time to do all of the things I love. At the end of the day, vegging out is never as satisfying as working on a project. Even if the end result is a fail, I'd rather have the memories and the ability to do better next time.

Here's to all the stories to come!

The Miraculously Unshrinking Bank Account

The day before leaving Nuremberg, I decided to check my bank account. Given my calculations and attempts at frugality I knew I should have had just about enough money to pay my hotel balance at checkout. I was pleasantly surprised to find that after paying rent, conference costs, and the plane ticket from Milan to Nuremberg and back, I had quite a bit of extra money. And to make things even cooler, a friend had written me to say she was supporting me with $50 through a bank transfer!

Either my math was really off, or my God was really generous.

The last day of the conference I met up with some friends from the U.S. who had also gone to Awakening Europe. We ate out together, and when one of them insisted on paying for my meal I had about lost it. My gift love-o-meter was definitely full!

In the course of the four days various people felt led to walk up to me and share words of encouragement, all of which agreed with one another. I was told again and again that I was loved, special, that God wanted to honor me, that He sees my heart, that doors would be opening, that I would be entering a new season and that whatever had previously kept me from following my dreams would be removed. Every single day someone new came up to tell me something along these lines. Then, my bank account is way higher than it should be, a random person buys me ice-cream, another person buys me dinner, and I'm cracking and shifting and opening up and softening and I just know that whatever work God has begun in all of this will come to pass.

So I buy a few things for a few people because we're blessed to be a blessing! And then, on the morning of my flight I wander through an artisan village in center city Nuremberg and buy a couple of gifts for family (and one for myself!). I admire the beauty of this little haven and the more expensive and fragile works of the glass maker who enjoyed my patronage.
At the airport my hunger compels me to buy Toblerone and traditional ginger-almond Nuremberg cookies (which were later shared blissfully with my missions partner and a German friend staying with us in Milan).

As I sit down I hear chatter of Todd White being spotted. I decide not to be too upset about missing him. After all, I can see him in Heaven if I don't see him here. But of course, he's on the same flight as me, and I get to talk to him and give him both my Good Word Radio Show- and European Faith Missions cards.

When I got to Milan I continued to sow into the local ministries I was volunteering with, and the local church I was attending, and those experiences continued to be a blessing as well! Plus, I kept getting gifts! Everything I needed to do I was able to do, and everything I wanted to try, I was able to try. Soon my hand opened bit by bit, more and more, and I began to realize that when it comes to resources, step out in faith. I realized that God truly does provide for you when He calls you.

Changing Atmospheres

We will see You coming in Your glory
Coming here to change the atmospheres
Revival, revival, revival
We declare it over the land

This little piece of spontaneous prophetic song has been popping up in my sets for the past few months. It first came during a Wednesday evening set in March at JHOP Boston. I was leading a set with one of my buddies Michelle. We were pressing in and, as often happens, went into a time of free worship. After, during our time of intercession, we went into a time of reflection as another friend who came to the set asked the group gathered, "What does revival actually mean? We keep praying for this thing to happen but I don't know if we know what it is we're asking for."

We were all quiet as we pondered this.

When there is awakening and revival, there is a shifting of the atmosphere. Where there was once darkness there is now light. Where there was once death, there is life. Where there were sleepers, there are now those who have woken and risen up.

Sometimes, we can see this shift begin to take place. Before the greater shift that comes with revival, there are smaller, but no less important shifts that help pave the way. Much like the Kingdom, the revival is here already and still coming.

This really jumped out at me during a time of street evangelism last Wednesday in Milan. I was joining a group of mostly Italian evangelists on their Missione Mobile "Mobile Missions" evangelism bus. Parked on the side of the road in the heart of one of Milan's most capitalistic shopper happy avenues, Corso Buenos Aires, the bus is in prime position to reveal who the true God is.

So, I came along with my guitar and prepared to engage in some spirit war. Along with me was a visiting pastor and prayer warrior. Neither of us claim evangelism as our primary calling, but we do tend to find ourselves in evangelistic situations.

Anyway, I started playing and didn't feel like anything was happening, so I put my guitar down to hand out tracks and pray with people. Soon though I felt led to pick up my guitar again and wham! All of a sudden everything looked brighter and the shift, the moving from one place to another, was tangible. The atmosphere felt more positive. I resolved then not to be put off if the change isn't immediate.

I went back again later in the evening, to celebrate "La Notte Bianca" or "The White Night" with some good ole fashioned evangelism. There were some young people from a couple of churches gathered together, and so I joined them, finding some dear familiar faces among the group. This time though, I didn't have a prayer warrior in agreement with me. No one who worked with the theological foundation of what I was doing. Not just singing church songs, but staking spiritual claim on the area for the Kingdom of Heaven. Soon, however, one of my dear friends came and as the two of us lifted up worship in agreement, the atmosphere lifted further.

Up until that point the only breakthrough I had been seeing was a lessening of the amount of mosquitoes plaguing us! Though, to be honest, I was pretty happy already with that.
But now, I had so much joy in worship, and the people handing out tracks were encouraged as well!

We had a great time praying with different people and inviting them on the bus for free reading materials and to learn more about Jesus. This interchurch interdenominational bus is literally an answer to many prayers for unity in Italy, and the coming together of different groups for the sake of the Gospel alone impacted the atmosphere, I'm sure.
Here are some pics :)

Awakening Europe

The purpose of the Awakening Europe conference was -you guessed it- to awaken Europe. In the spiritual sense, of course. Because my home church in Boston was partially funding this trip, I found myself in a bit of a bind as to whether or not I should go. I think deep down inside I felt it would be too much fun, and that people shouldn't be giving their money for me to have fun. Absurd!

However, upon consultation with God he unceremoniously told me to go by giving me the distinct impression that I was asking a very silly question.

Did I give you a heart for Europe?
Yes...
Isn't it one of your greatest desires to see awakening and revival in Europe and the world?
Yes...
Do you trust you have the resources to go?
Yes...
Do you want to go?
Yes...
Then why are you asking me whether or not you should go?
Ahhhhh. Gotcha

So, with some very close math, I bought a bunch of tickets and booked a hotel room in Nuremberg, figuring that the money the church raised would cover any emergency expenses until my next paycheck came in.

So, on a very fabulously comfy flight from Boston to Milan, I played a language learning game to learn some German. I recovered from my jet lag and visited with a local small group and then I was off to Nuremberg, quite alone. Through directions downloaded from the Fahrinfo app and the German I learned on my flight, I managed to get from the airport to my hotel room, and from there to the stadium in time for the opening session.

Germany is much cooler, especially at night, so many of us froze as we worshiped, but worship we did. The parade of nations was lovely, and I was pleased to see the U.S. among the nations represented.

I met lovely amazing people all with lovely amazing stories, and it was just such an incredible time. In the end I had divine encounters with quite a few people from Germany, some people from the U.S., Azerbaijan, Peru, Italy, Kenya, Switzerland, the Netherlands and more, I'm sure.
I learned a bit about what I want my Christianity to look like and what I don't want it to look like.

I don't want to partake in what I call "obnoxious evangelism". You know, the phenomenon that occurs when a bunch of Christians who normally rarely, if ever, step out in faith to share the Gospel suddenly find themselves surrounded by other Christians with the expectation placed upon them to step out in faith, and so they come together to be obnoxiously loud (usually the preferred means for this is through music), and continue to do so, while staying together, and did I mention while also being incredibly loud and quite possibly off-putting?

Personally, I prefer the more guerilla style evangelism tactic of buying unsuspecting strangers ice-cream (like the nice guy who bought me ice-cream in Nuremberg), but maybe stick around and explain you want to share some Jesus love. Or maybe offer seats on the often crowded public transportation, ask someone their story, actually take the time to listen, and then pray with them about it.

Honestly, regardless of my personal preferences, it all comes back to love. Don't just pounce on every person with crutches or in a wheelchair who goes by, or sing really loudly about Jesus because you don't want to actually engage with people. I get it, trust me. My primary calling is worship, and so evangelism for me largely happens at the spiritual level. I worship and claim the space for the Kingdom, and my friends actually talk to people. But when the opportunity presents itself to step out, I do.

I've found that if I'm just looking for a story, not much happens.
Who do I really want to see glorified here? You know what I mean?

Basically, I want my walk with God to look like humility and love.

In the end I think I got more out of this conference that I put in, but I shouldn't be too surprised. I was able to encourage many people, but I will treasure most the words and the spiritual deposits I received at Awakening. I feel empowered in a new way, and ready to step into a new season of favor with God. I am so ready to see the awakening and revival explode in Boston, Milan, and beyond!

Young lady and her husband, who gave me an incredible word of encouragement :)

Some stadium views. We were in Frankenstadion.

My friend Joachim from Germany, who I met in Poland!

My lovely new friends Luisa from Italy and Milagros from Peru.


                                         The guerilla ice-cream ;)

My good friend from Azerbaijan, who shall remain nameless here.

Writing Again

Hello!

It has been a while since I have graced this blog with my presence. That's quite sad considering this is, in fact, my blog. Somewhere between the transitions, new jobs, traveling, and myriad other things, I fell off of blogging. So now the question is: what direction to take with this blog? I certainly have things to say. Well, I suppose I'll do what I always do. Here's what's going on.

Right now I'm sitting at our (European Faith Missions) missions base in Milan, sweating it out like a champ. It has been averaging 100 degrees for the past two weeks, and it doesn't look like this pattern is going to end anytime soon. I think it's safe to say that water weight gain is a thing of the past. I recommend Milan right now as an excellent place for detoxing, saunas, and the like, all free of charge!

I'm glad I didn't bother bringing any makeup...

Now, I am in Milan on missions work. I took a side trip to Nuremberg Germany, for the Awakening Europe conference, and while here I'm helping different ministries out.

The most frustrating thing about this experience is that during the day I roast and during the night mosquitoes threaten to eat me alive. You know it's bad when you are gratified with everyone around you freaking out on your behalf and either waving their arms frantically about you or reaching for whatever bug spray is in their bag. Milanese mosquitoes really like me.

However, God is most merciful, and when you choose to not let such trivial things as an army of bloodsuckers and potential death by heat stroke stop you, He rewards you with some pretty incredible experiences. In the posts to follow I'll let you know about the incredible experienes I've been having in Nuremberg and Milan, and share with you about my God who is most faithful, most wonderful, and geatly to be praised.

Called to Love

I've recently been handed a challenge. Now, I've been talking about this being a year in which I would be challenged to love like Jesus, but I'm beginning to see more what that really means. It can be quite easy to love someone who is easy to love. Someone who treats me well, agrees with me on the important issues, if not on everything, and shares a similar sense of humor.

But what about the people who aren't so easy to love?

The people who hurt me, abuse me, use me, look down upon me. The people who disagree with me on all of the important issues and in my opinion could use a good dose of humor. They too, are to be loved. And not just in general, but by me.

I have recently been going through various situations in which I've had to again and again choose to forgive and not to hold on to offense. I've had to be nice to people I haven't wanted to, and maintain relationships with people I'd rather not.

The icing on the cake of insult added to injury happened to me the other day, but I slapped a smile on my face, did the work I needed to do, and waited until a more appropriate time to process what had happened with the friend who was with me. Later that evening during a time of worship she gave me a word she had for me, that now that I had seen the hearts of men, was I still willing to love them?

Good question.

Was I? Am I?

I have to be. I have to be. When I went through healing because of issues of race and slavery my first year in Poland, I told my missions partner I had no choice but to forgive because what God has planned for me is more important than being proven right, having people apologize to me, etc etc. The same holds true in this situation.

Me and God have a good thing going and I'm not going to mess it up by letting bitterness take root in my heart.

I'm calling myself out on my tendency to withdraw and cultivate distance between me and people who I feel have hurt me. I've been using boundaries as an excuse to put up walls, and that should never be my aim. So now I am making a concerted effort to tear down those walls and remain open to God's guidance.

If this is resonating with you send me a message and we can encourage each other as we take this journey together!

Albania Testimonies

Hey folks!

In this post I just wanted to share some impressions that various people had of the time I recently spent in Albania with a few other "musicianaries".

Being a radio show host made me more keen on getting at the least a few quick interviews with people, and though there were many technical difficulties and "fluke" accidents that made me lose a lot of recording work, some of it still survived. I'll share some of that with you here. For more recordings, including some of our worship sets, you can go to www.goodwordshow.com and go to either our GoodWord Podcast or Worship Sets page.

Play Music - Share Audio - Albania-Arminda's Interview


Play Music - Download Audio - Albania-Dan's Saturday Worsh...


Music File Hosting - Free Audio - Albania-Dan's Week's End Tak...

Albania in January

Happy New Year everyone!

I have not started this year with some crazy 365 posts a year challenge.
This year is all about seeking and moving in the heart of God. It is indeed a year for a faith journey.

The Good Word Radio Show is going swimmingly, and it airs every Saturday 3-5PM EST on the Gag Order Network. Now that I and my co-host have a good rhythm going with that and our Tuesday night 7-9PM set at the Justice House of Prayer here in Boston, there's space for even more fun.

This January saw me on my first international trip of the year. My friend Bjorni --from Albania-- convinced me, Dan(iel) from the UK, Jean from the Ivory Coast (traveling in from Milan), and Noah from Montana (traveling in from Milan), to come on a somewhat nebulously described week in Tirana, Albania's capital city. A week in Albania for what I thought was worship and encouragement of the local church turned into a live album/video recording and 36 hours of prayer and worship. Jean, Bjorni, Noah, Dan and I led most of the worship for those 36 hours. After having just recorded a live album with multiple takes.

Exhaustion is too inadequate of a word.

All the same, this trip was important and so worth it.
The album is to encourage the global church, and we're sure this is a good one. While recording the power went out twice, the sound engineer's computer shut down three times, during which he almost lost about 7 hours of recording, and some of us musicians and the videographers were getting frustrated with the pace of recording at the beginning.

The friends who came to the recording session rallied and we joined in prayer. Every single issue was overcome, and I was in awe of the people who stayed with us all day, despite about five of them having to take medical school and engineering exams that they hadn't finished studying for the next day. They even stayed for the extra recording of a song/video idea my friend had, and hugged and encouraged me to keep going for it. (By this time Grumpy "I'm still jet-lagged and I need to be alone because I'm an introvert and have been around 35 people all day" Allegra was ready to rip someone to shreds, regardless of witnesses.)

Friday evening we went to the prayer room and lo and behold, some of the same people met us there to make sure everything was set up, and then stayed just as many hours as us if not more in the room, praying and worshiping with more passion than I've seen in far too long.

The passion radar was so off that some of us assumed no one would be present for the 1-6 AM prayer sets. Wrong. Throughout the entire 36 hours almost every seat was taken, and for the opening people had to stand and sit on the floor for lack of chairs. Glory to God! It was amazing! The worship and prayer continued to pour out and I was humbled and inspired all at once.

I was hugged, prayed over, prophesied over, encouraged, and given a notebook for songwriting when the last set was over, and I held a girl as she cried because our team was leaving. I'm still responding to messages and accepting friend requests on Facebook, some from people I had met 7 months ago on my last trip to Albania.

I think it's now time for me to take my work as a missionary to a new level. I almost couldn't make this trip because of finances. I have never been comfortable asking for help unless there was some kind of trade-off, or the need was "legitimate". I think, deep down, what looks like traipsing about Europe with friends didn't seem to fit the mark, never mind that there are real sacrifices that have happened to do this work. However, this trip to Albania has opened my eyes to the fact that it's not about me. It's about hungry peoples crying out to a God who is ready to fill them, and I can get to be a part of that answer.

Therefore, reader, please consider sponsoring me as a missionary!
You can donate to European Faith Missions :

European Faith Missions
PO Box 1975
Paris TX 75461 USA

with the note that the donation is for Allegra Fletcher (ex. EFM-AF), and you can leave the donation general or make it more specific by sponsoring some of my traveling expenses as I speak to churches across the U.S. about the importance of Europe as a missions field, and go to Europe myself on missions trips.

You can also help me by providing items I need, such as a mini projector I can travel with and a laptop that would allow me to project the EFM powerpoints and continue to work on the music aspect of  what I do.
Any and all donations made or items purchased for my work in missions are tax deductible according to law.

Feel free to email me at afletcher@europeanfaithmissions.com if you have any questions or prayer requests.
Here are some pics from Albania!

Bjorni, Jean, Dan, Noah and I have decided to call ourselves All Together for this project, which we have named "Bright Light: The Living Room Sessions". The living room part is optional, but it was a fun reminder that we were in Bjorni's living room, which we literally pulled apart. His mother is incredibly patient!

Here's Dan on filming/recording day! He's an incredible and prophetic singer-songwriter/worshiper who Bjorni, Jean and I met in Poland.

Meet Besnik, our fabulous sound engineer/featured pianist/percussionist!

Meet Jean, one of the good friends I met during my time in Milan. Really fun to worship with, and incredibly wise!

Here's Bjorni, the man who brought this whole thing together. He's another one of the friends I made in Milan.

 Meet Noah. I also met him in Milan but it was around the time I was leaving. He got to know Bjorni and Jean much better and he and Jean still lead worship together at MiHOP, the Milan House of Prayer.

Here we are together on the second to last song for the project.

Last song!

Or so I thought. It's right about this moment some women rallied to encourage me as we did the final impromptu high energy worship song/video.

 1st of 36 hours of worship!