A Smile in the Restroom

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Yesterday, I had the most amazing experience in the weirdest place ever! Let me tell you what happened:

Since it was father’s day, my family and I were at a restaurant with our close friends having lunch together. We got our meals, found our seating place, and then I headed to that place where it all happened: the restroom! Lol!

As I was washing my hands, a little elderly lady entered the bathroom with her red hair completely destroyed. Like literally! It looked as if someone actually messed up her hair on purpose. I laughed inwardly because that’s the same way I looked! Hahaha! Here in the Antelope Valley, you can’t wear fragile hairdos or hats unless they are glued on to your scalp.

Anyways, this lady takes out her comb and begins to arrange her hair. I had no comb, or fork, so I used my fingers and water to fix it. We were both at the mirror and I began to make conversation.

Me: It sure is terrible windy out there! And that’s the reason I never do nothing to my hair.

*we both laugh*

Me: Have you lived here long in the Antelope Valley?

Little Elderly Lady: Oh yes! I’ve been here sine 19___? I really like it here!

(Yeah, I forgot what year she told me, but it was in the early 1900s)

Me: Wow, that’s amazing! Well, enjoy your lunch and time with your family. 🙂

Little Elderly Lady: Oh thank you! You as well. And listen, you have such a beautiful smile! That smile can only com from a girl who has Jesus in her heart. Continue that way.

Me: *speechless and with a huge smile on my face*

I finally managed to find my tongue after she gave me a hug. I thanked her, and wished her the blessings from God in her life.

Walking  out of that restroom, I felt humbled, happy and so darn privileged! I never expected that to happen in a restroom of all places. But it was such a beautiful experience that I will never forget.

You know something, I can be pretty good at writing, and I express myself better that way, but I struggle speaking in public and to people; but that does not mean that I cannot reach people at all. Even a smile can speak when your voice fails! 🙂

Now, I am not writing this in order to put myself above others, I am simply writing this because I want to encourage you to grow closer to Jesus. Your face portrays exactly what is inside. And speaking of that, it reminds me of another experience I had several weeks ago. This time it was not a very pleasant one, but that’s a story for another time. 😉

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If the Dress Fits, Put it On

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Why do you have to be the bigger person?

Why do you have to do things when the others do not reciprocate?

Things that are so unfair…just to keep the peace and sanity of your so-called social group. Not that they can be called sane…haha!

*sigh* I know it is hard, but when you look at it, it is worth it. Don’t lower yourself to their level. Don’t do what they do.

And when you think that nothing else will be able to put some sense into their head, and feel like doing exactly what they do in order to get some sweet revenge, just think that your opposite actions could actually and hopefully get them to change.

“Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire in his head.” Romans 12:20

P.S. Come to think of it, placing some nice coals of fire in their head is a pretty beneficial revenge. 😉

I’m sorry if I was too harsh, but I just needed to do some venting here. I just had a little run-in with some peeps at college today; but if the dress fits, by all means put it on! I’m not stopping you. You can have the dress, because it looks sooo nice on you! 

Amar Otra Vez

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No me había dado cuenta de esto hasta ahora; pero hoy, hace un año atrás, en Marzo del 2017, escribí esta historia. Allí duro mucho tiempo esperando para ser publicada, hasta que por fin decidí compartirla con ustedes. Espero que esta pequeña historia les toque su corazón.
Escuche que alguien dijo esto el otro día:
“Un corazón roto tiene la habilidad de volver a amar más plena y profundamente como nunca antes.”
No tienes idea de lo mucho que pensé sobre esto. Por tres semanas había un gran debate en mi mente, pero por fin llegue a una conclusión, y aquí esta:
Cuando el corazón se rompe, queda hecho pedazos. Miles de pedazos vuelan por todas partes, y después de un tiempo, alguien comienza a recogerlos uno por uno. Pero el tiempo ha pasado, y el viento y la lluvia ya se han llevado gran parte de ellos. Lo único que queda son los pedazos más grandes, que por un milagro sobrevivieron.
Es verdad, el corazón nunca podrá ser igual, pero allí es cuando la restauración comienza. Aquellos pedazos que se perdieron nunca van a ser recuperados, pero esos mismos son los que hacen lugar para el oro y piedras preciosas que van a llenar esos espacios vacíos hasta que el corazón este completo de nuevo—transparente, brillante y con venas de oro. Está completo, y listo para ser puesto en la vitrina otra vez.
Pero hay un cambio: ya no es simple porcelana o vidrio, tiene oro y piedras preciosas lo cual han hecho que su precio se aumente. Muchos pasan para admirar esta obra de arte. Muchos ofrecen grandes sumas de dinero para comprar esta joya, pero el dueño parece tomar su tiempo mientras camina entre la gente, buscando a la persona perfecta. El rechaza a muchos, aun siendo que su oferta es más que suficiente.
Al fin, el coge el corazón que está en esa caja aterciopelada y lo pone en las manos de su joven aprendiz.
“Pero Señor,” le dice el joven, “¡No tengo nada para ofrecer! No puedo aceptarlo.”
“Ah, pero hijo,” le dice, “Tienes lo más importante: el deseo de aprender de mi para saber cuidarlo.”
Querido lector, ese corazón eres tú. El dueño es Dios mismo, y el aprendiz, bueno–él o ella es tu futuro/a esposo o esposa que trabaja en el taller de Dios aprendiendo cada día de Él.

 

 

 

He Is Calling You: My Worst Nightmare

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Yes, something worse did come.

It was November, and I was like 17 years old then. My Dad took sick, and we all thought it was just the normal cold that one gets as fall turns to winter. Two weeks passed and the fever did not away. My mother and I did all we could, and all we knew, in order to help him–and I’m referring to natural remedies here.

My Dad decided to go to the doctor and get a diagnosis. When they got back, my Mom did not allow us near my Dad because what he had was contagious. Some days later, my Mom took him to the hospital. I remember my Mom calling home and when I asked how Dad was doing, she did not answer but asked me to pass the phone to my brother. I’ll never forget the face my brother had when he took that phone. I later learned the truth: my Dad could…he could die at any moment.

Knowing that threw me into the most depressed state I had ever been. There was still more pressure as I was caring for my two little sisters and I just cried when they asked me in the middle of the night when was Daddy coming home. I just had no idea what to say.

It was there when I realized I could not give what I did not have. In order to give hope and peace to my sisters, I needed that peace and hope myself. I came to the realization that God was using this trial to wake me up. And I could not ignore His call any longer. Reading God’s word and long prayers in the night was what made me go on. I felt such peace, such comfort! I could not wait to just spend time with God alone.

My Dad did come back home. And what joy to see him again! Such gratitude towards God.

And so what I want to tell you is this: do not wait for the worse to come in order to really surrender your life to God. You cannot afford to loose time. The time is now, today.

Te Está Llamando: En la Salud y en la Enfermedad

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En la Salud y en la enfermedad…hasta cuándo vamos a ser fieles a Dios en la Salud, así cómo también en la enfermad? Si, no me refería a una boda…pero sigan leyendo. 

Eso es lo que siempre pasa, verdad? Cuando tenemos Salud y todo va muy bien, nos olvidamos de Dios. Ah pero claro, vamos a la iglesia y hacemos nuestras oraciones de rutina. Nuestra Biblia está al lado de nuestra cama, y la sacudimos para ir a la iglesia. Todo es perfecto, no? 

Pero si todo está bien, porqué cuando pasa algo terrible nos sentimos tan vacíos? ¿Tan desesperados? ¿Tan solos? ¿Porqué nos sentimos como si Dios nos abandonó? 

Lo que pasa es que Dios no nos dejó. Nosotros fuimos los que nos apartamos de él. Y como Dios nunca nos va forzar, nos deja seguir el camino que nosotros queremos tomar. 

Mira, lo que escribí arriba no me lo invente; realmente me pasó eso. Mi vida era perfecta, y después de la noche a la mañana mi mundo se puso al revés. Tenía como unos 13 años, y mi abuela tuvo un accidente horrible. No me voy a meter en detalles (algún día les contaré todo en detalles), pero lo que importa es que yo nunca había pasado por nada igual. Mi abuela fue llevada al hospital, y después el mismo hospital la puso en una casa de ancianos para que…para que muriera allí. Porque, como iba una anciana de casi 90 años sobrevivir quemaduras de tercer grado, verdad? Así que pues la avientan en un asilo. Ah, como me dio coraje eso! 

Bueno, en medio de todo eso, yo estaba deshecha. A raíz del accidente de la abuela, pasaron muchas otras cosas que me dejaron muy triste. Me sentía sola—sentía como si mi oraciones solo llegaban al techo. Y fue allí donde me di cuenta que realmente yo no conocía a Dios. Y fue cuando empecé a conocerlo mejor. Sentía tanta paz después de pasar tiempo con Él, y supe que todo iba estar bien porque Él tenía el control.

Mi abuela si sobrevivió el accidente. Regresó a casa, y todos estábamos felices. La parte triste? Bueno…aprendí muchas cosas, pero así como las cosas empezaron a regresar a la normalidad, yo también empecé a ser como era antes. 

Algo peor venía en camino. 

He’s Calling You: In Sickness and In Health

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In sickness and in health till…till when will we be true to God in health as well as in sickness? I was not referring to a wedding here…yeah, but do keep reading. 

 Is that not always the case? When we have health and all is fine and dandy, we forget about God. Oh sure, we go to church and have those routine prayers morning and night. We keep our Bible in our nightstand next to our bed, and we dust if off when it’s time to go to church. Everything is perfect, right? 

But then why when something terrible happens, we feel so empty? So desperate? So alone? Why do we feel as if God just abandoned us? 

Well, it’s not really that He forsook us; what happened was that we chose to walk away from Him. And, being that God will not force us in any way, He let’s us do what we want. 

Look, what I just wrote up there, I did not make it up for this article; I honestly went through that. My life was perfection, and then, in the blink of an eye, my world turned upside down. I was like 13 years old then, and my grandmother had a horrible accident. Not going to go into details in here, someday you will know the entire story, but bottom line is that I had never experienced anything like that. My ganny was taken to the hospital, and then she was discharged to a nursing home just to let her…just to let her die there. Because an almost-90-year-old would not survive 3rd degree burns, right? So just dump her in a nursing home. Ugh, that made me so mad!

Anyway, in the middle of all that, I was just a wreck. Root of my granny’s accident, so so many things happened that drained every last drop of happiness from me. I felt alone—felt like if my prayers just reached the ceiling. That’s when I realized that I did not know God. And that’s when I began to get to know Him. I felt such peace after spending time with Him, and everything began to look better because I knew He was in control.

My granny did survive that accident. She came back home and we were all so overjoyed. The sad part? Well…this experience did help me in many ways, yet as soon as things got back to normal, I began to fall back again to the way I was before.

 Something worse was on it’s way.

Te Está Llamando: Pensaba Que Era Perfecta

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Vamos derecho al grano, si.

Todos sabemos que aquí en la tierra, nuestros padres están en lugar De Dios, verdad? Ahora, eso significa que si obedecemos a nuestros padres, entonces está la chanza de 99% que también vamos ser rápidos para obedecer a Dios, no es así? 

Bueno…me da tristeza decirlo, pero ese no es el caso todos las veces. Todavía queda ese 1% que termina donde no debería acabar. 

Y como lo sé? Te cuento.

Así como la mayoría sabe, yo crecí en la iglesia. Mis padres hicieron un trabajo genial en criarme, y yo era obediente. Todavía lo soy, pero me refiero a aquel entonces. Jaja! Bueno, eso no garantizó mi obediencia a Dios. Yo pensaba que estaba bien. Sabía que Dios quería una entrega complete de mi, pero como yo pensaba estar bien, pues no escuchaba. Bueno, si escuchaba pero no hacía caso.

Yo iba a la iglesia, vestía bien, comía bien, era obediente y respetuosa, y hacía mi parte en la casa. Era perfecta…pero solo en mis ojos.

La verdad, yo era terca. Aunque parecía perfecta, yo no tenía esa relación cercana con Dios. Y me costo mucho sufrimiento para darme cuenta que estaba mal. Y para Dios decidir usar medidas tan drásticas—vaya que era bien terca.

Ahora, yo sé que hay mucha gente así como yo era antes. Y quiero decirte que no debes esperar a pasar tales circunstancias como yo. Créeme cuando te digo que eso no se lo deseo ni a mi peor enemigo. 

Te diré lo que me paso, pero en el próximo artículo. Hasta luego!