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!

Childhood Memories

Who doesn't have memories from childhood? We all remember different times, different people, activities, foods, many things we did or wanted to have done.

My parents were very strict so I have tons of memories of things I wanted to do but, was never allowed to. I remember places I wished I could have gone to and now they don't even exist. But I realize it makes me happy to think of the best memories; the ones I was able to embrace and enjoy. It does well to my soul to think of the good times, to think of the "yes" times and the experiences I long to indulge in again.

Here is one of those awesome memories... eating Frio Frio (a Dominican shaved ice drink).

Well, Piragua in San Juan.

Better than Mofongo

I had the opportunity to spend the weekend in Puerto Rico. Aside from ministry, most of what I did was eat. I am not clear as to how many times I ate a form of plantain, including several Mofongos. man, Mofongo is good.

I ate it at a fancy, gold fork, restaurant in the Condado. It had a very nice twist. Then, I ate it in San Juan at a very, everyday, type of place. It was out of this world. It was so good I am still thinking about it, planning another visit on my next trip.

I would trade any dish, many desserts, a lot of things for another plate of that Mofongo. Now, this morning I had a little time with God and after a few minutes with Him, it felt so good that I forgot my whole weekend experience. It was so easy to come to the conclusion that God is so much better than Mofongo. And Mofongo is good!