Post Surgery Cheer

I went through a major surgery about 5 weeks ago. I thought I was prepared to face it until I woke up from the anesthesia. I realized I had to be resting for real. I depended on others to get my water, my sandals, help me dress,...

Even the smallest of things that we take for granted are big things at a time like this. How hot my tea, how sweet, how much water in the mug.

For somebody like me, so independent and auto-everything, it was a very humbling experience. To relinquish all power and be content and grateful all at the same time was surely a major surgery to my brain itself.

I am glad it is almost over. In a few days I will be ready to celebrate a great victory over illness and negative attitudes. Praise God for that!

Disappointments

Do we ever learn to live in/with disappointment? What is about it that hurts so much? And why do we fall for it again, and again, and again. Maybe we place expectations that are too high. Or maybe we shouldn't have an expectation at all.

Is it only the people we love who have the power to trigger that button? But other people do too. I am wondering if we have the right to be disappointed at those whom we've loved and invested on? Maybe not because we could look like we gave to receive.

Do I disappoint people around me the way I feel disappointed by some?

Dear God,
Help me be mindful about those around me, especially those who look up to me
I want to be a source of inspiration, never a disappointment
And God, help me be tolerant and to continue to trust in those whose words seem to have no worth. I want to love like you.

Disappointed again,
Me

Priorities

This past week a very important music conference took place in Miami. Jorge and I have attended this event for so many years that I can not remember exactly how many. This year, however, we decided to skip it.

Family time and commitments were far more important this time around. Also, I refused to take time off work.

What do you know? The one refusing to take a day off work did not think twice to take whatever time off when it came to be about her son.

Dan had to be admitted to the ICU with Kitoacidosis. Severe dehydration, protein in the urine, acids in the blood, high glucose in the blood, unstable heart, and on and on.

Thank God he is out of the ICU, but we are still here at the hospital. We might go home today and I am willing to take life without pay for my baby boy :)

No April Anymore

April came and went and I didn't realize it. I spent 12 days in Europe and when I came back, Jorge stayed there for another 2 weeks. Being a single parent is a tough job. My respect to all single parents. Dan is graduating in a couple of weeks and had singing competitions that he kept on winning, so he kept on competing. Then, Ragtime show rehearsals and performances. I attended all 4 nights. He did an awesome job.

Saini on the other hand, has been working very hard to make good grades at a school she hates. She too, had a few performances of her own.

Jorge came home for 4 very short days and took off to Italy. Yes, again. He is back now for a couple of weeks. And then, he will go back to Italy for another couple of weeks.

I am enjoying the moment while it lasts. Staying busy with prom, graduation, Danmoving out, visit from out of town, and everything in between.

My Baby and I

Undeniable Beauty

Today as I was on a bus from Madrid to Vigo I had the opportunity to enjoy a quiet ride in the presence of a majestic nature that was everything but silent. Tall mountains lit by the sun and cover in snow. Perfect valleys of green and purple. It was as if God was showing off his workmanship.

But there was something that caught my eye in a special way. As I contemplated the hard rocks and the walls of stone I could see small bursts of life. Small and bright flowers standing on their own. The source of their beauty did not come from the hard and dry environment they were at, but from deeper within.

God created us with that in mind. No matter what our location is, among dry people at work, among dysfunctional members of our family, jail, no matter where, we can reach within and find him to give us beauty impossible to be denied.

Can others see your beauty where you are at? I surely hope that when anyone will see me I might be projecting more than my own rubbish and nonsense. It is my prayer for you and for me that all may see the beautiful life of Christ when they see us.

Hearing Voices?

The world in which we live is a very busy one. It is never quiet or dormant. It is always communicating through media, people, cyberspace, in every possible way and language. What are you hearing? In the middle of so many voices telling us we need this, we need that. Voices dictating our values and principles of life. Many voices persuading us to move either left or right. Even voices so daring as to try and dictate our future. Voices who claim an outcome for us based on what we choose to believe or not.

I choose to hear the voice of truth. Like the song say, “the voice of truth tells me a different story. The story of yes I can, not because of a political inclination or leader, or church, but because I can do all things in Christ who is my strength. I choose to hear the voice that tells me “I have a plan for you and a future.”

Rain, rain, please don't go away!

It is rainning in South Florida today. I love the rain. I love its smell, I love its sound, I love how it feels. I love rainny days. They are worth taking a day off work, even though I didn't take one today.

I want to run around barefeet and just enjoy it. The rain reminds me I am free. I have been set free. So I do not care what others might think of me getting wet. I love the rain God created for my enjoyment.

The rain reminds me of the gift of love. Not only God loved me so much to give his son, he gave me Jorge to love me as well. And yes, I think of him when I close my eyes and smell the rain.

It reminds me of wonderful advetures of childhood; like scaping the house to run around the neighborhood with friends. Oh how I love the rain. Please, don't go away!