He’s Calling You: I Thought I Was Perfect

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Let’s get straight to the point, shall we.

We all know that here on earth, our parents stand in the place of God, right? Now, that would mean that if you are obiedient to your parents, then there is a 99% chance you will also be quick to obey God, is it not? 

Well…it’s sad to admit, but that is not always the case. There is still that 1% that goes rampant.

And, how do I know that?  

As you know, I grew up in the church. My parents made an amazing job of raising me, and I was very obedient then. Still am, just meant back then. Hehe! Anyway, that did not guarantee that I would be obedient to God. I thought I was okay. I knew he was calling me to fully surrender my life to Him, yet since I thought I was good, I did not listen. 

I went to church; I dressed modestly; I ate correctly; I was obedient and respectful to my parents and I did my part in being a help in the home—not to mention my good grades in school. I was perfect…but only in my eyes. 

Truth is I was being stubborn. Although I was seemingly a perfect girl, I lacked that close relationship with God. And it took so much suffering for me to see that I was terribly wrong. For God to decide to use such measures with me—wow…I was one stubborn girl.

I know that there are many people who are like I was back then. And I just need to tell you that you should not wait till you are in such circumstances as I. Believe me, it’s very painful. I do not wish what happened to me even to my worst enemy.

I’ll tell you what happened…in the next article. See you then! 

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About two weeks ago, a dear friend of mine and I were talking about my writer’s block. For several weeks I could not figure out what to write about, and the more I stressed about it, the worse it got. Yeah, it was bad! Anywho, this person gave me the grandest idea! 💡 Or better said, gave me several  ideas.

Now mind you, this person is far from enjoying the act of writing. The saying will-not-write-to-save-his-soul kind of applies to him. Hahaha! Hence my amazement when he literally gave me enough ideas to write a series of 5 articles—just like that! I don’t know how he did that, but it’s amazing how two brains work better than one. 

Yeah, so thank you for the ideas!😊 You know who you are.😉

So yeah, this series will be about the 3 ways that God uses to call stubborn people…like me. Yes, I’m serious. I will be sharing two personal experiences, as well as excerpts from my diary at that time. So stay tuned for the first article that will be published this Friday. 

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Hace como unas dos semanas atrás, un querido amigo y yo estábamos hablando acerca de mi problema que no me salían palabras. Habían pasado semanas y no sabía de que escribir, y entre más me estresaba por eso, peor se ponía la cosa. Ay si, se puso feo. Pero esta persona me dio una idea 💡 genial! O mejor dicho, varias ideas. 

Pero fíjense, esta persona esta muy lejos de gustarle la escritura. El dicho no-va-escribir-para-salvar-su-alma medio se aplica con el. Jajaja! Por eso me quede tan sorprendida cuando literalmente me dio suficientes ideas para una serie. No se como le hizo, pero es impresionante como dos cerebros son mejor que uno solo. 

Así que gracias por las ideas! Tú sabes quién eres. 😉

Pero bueno, esta serie se va tratar acerca de las 3 maneras que Dios usa para llamar a personas tercas…así como yo. Si, estoy hablando en serio. Voy a compartir dos experiencias personales, como también porciónes de mi diario en ese tiempo. Estén al tanto para el primer artículo que va ser publicado este viernes.

Yo También 

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Hace algunas semanas atrás, una querida amiga mayor me regalo los 5 libros de la serie Conflicto de Los Siglos. Son unos libros muy viejos, pero dentro de ellos me encontré unos tesoros. Entre unas de la páginas, mire que en un pedazo de papel estaba escrito un poema. No se quien lo escribio-no habia nombre. Pero lo traduci al español para compartirlo contigo. 

Soñé que la muerte llegó una noche,

Y la puerta del cielo se abrió. 

Un esplendoroso angel adentro me acompañó.

Y allí para mi sorpresa,

Vi a personas que habia conocido en la tierra;

Algunos que había yo juzgado y señalado

Como indignos, de poco valor.

Palabras indignantes subieron a mis labios, 

Mas nunca se liberaron.

Porque cada rostro mostraba inmensa sorpresa–

Ninguno me esperba ver alli! 

Me Too

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A few weeks ago, an dear elderly friend gave me the Conflict of The Ages series. They are a set of 5 really old books, and in them I found some treasures. I found an old paper with a poem in it. I don’t know who wrote it. Oh but it is beautiful! And I really want to share it with you. 

I dreamed death came the other night,

And heaven’s gate swung wide.

With kindly grace an angel fair

Ushered me inside.

And there to my astonshiment,

Stood folks I’d known on earth;

Some I’d judged and labeled as

Unfit, of little worth.

Indignant words rose to my lips 

But never were set free,

For every face showed stunned surprise-

No one expected me! 

Me Siento Viva

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Sabes lo que es sentirte viva/o? 

Me sentí así hace dos días. Y hoy también.

Y como sabes que estás con vida? Te diré un secreto: sabes que estás con vida cuando compartes ese aliento de de vida con los que te rodean. 

Compartí ese aliento. Compartí ese amor que se me fue dado; aquella esperanza que me mantuvo firme. La esperanza que tengo en Cristo. 

Querido lector, comparte la verdad. No te mueras.

I Feel Alive

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Have you ever experienced the feeling of being alive?

I felt like that two days ago. And today as well.

And how is it that you know that you are alive? I’ll let you on in a secret: you know you are alive when you share that breath with those around you. 

I shared that breath. I shared that love that was given me; that hope that has kept me going on. The hope I have in Jesus. 

Dear reader, share the truth. Don’t die. 

The Path to Take/El Camino a Tomar

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There before me,

Lies the path.

Shining verity and assurance.

 I still cannot see,

The end.

How long is it?

“Long enough to change you.”

It is overgrown.

How many have traveled on it?  

Very few indeed.”

I don’t see anyone.

Am I to walk alone?

“I will hold your hand.”

It’s getting dark…

“Take my hand.”

Will no one come with me?

“Go forward.”

Am I the only one in this path?

“Go forward.”

This path is hidden.

How will they find me?

“Go forward.”

“They will follow the light.” 

We went forward.

The path was taken. 

The journey begun.

~Heidi Alonso

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Estaba delante de mi,

El camino a tomar.

Brillando veracidad y aseguranza. 

No puedo ver,

El final.

¿Que tan largo es?

“Suficiente para cambiarte.”

Hay muchas hierbas.

“¿Cuantos han viajado aquí?”

“Pocos.”

No veo a nadie.

¿Viajaré sola?

“Toma mi mano.”

Se oscurece.

“Toma mi mano.”

¿Nadie vendrá conmigo?

“Avanza.”

¿Soy la única en este camino?

“Avanza.”

El camino no es común.

No lo encontrarán.

“Avanza.”

“Seguirán La Luz.”

Avanzamos. 

Tomamos el camino.

El viaje comenzó.

~Heidi Alonso