Just to let you know it's a big world out there and we all have spiritual gifts. Spiritual gifts are something that you can use to uplift someone else. Seek your gift and use it to the fullest. God designed it so.
The river is flowing for we are just like one,
only passing through.
The crsytal waters
stone cold from a distance
and we refrain in life many times
for everything has its’ season
just like the crystal river
flowing through time
but suddenly from a distance,
we see the tree of life,
such a small object
yet inmense significance
not of gold
but of simple wood,
the wood of a carpenter
that brings substance to the table
again, of wood
so we run to grasp its’ meaning
regardless of the cold world here
and find life.
She always gave me the most sincere hugs when we saw each other…even years after her divorce with my brother. I’ll never forget her loud laugh and spunky way of seeing things, seeing life in itself. I don’t think she had any fear of her illness or perhaps she hid it very well. I believe deep in her heart, she knew who she was in Christ and never forgot what her parents had taught her.
Childhood memories? Yes many. She was my best friend from Mexico. I vividly remember one hot day when her Mom and my Mom sent us both to the river to rinse a large tin round bucket of wet clothes. I must have been about 12 years old and she several years younger and the load was heavy to carry. We as normal kids do, forgot about the clothes. But we sure had a blast swimming all afternoon, while Berta pretended to be baptizing someone saying “en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo, y del Espirity Santo” and suddenly sinking into the water… by the end of the day we had less clothing than we had brought, as I know we let several pieces flow away in the river because of our distraction as little girls but we sure had our moments together and I will never forget them. Yes she was my sister-in-law and always will be. Berta was a courageous woman in many ways while living here on earth. Just a reminder, even if it’s not breast cancer awareness month: Please go start or complete your plan to have yourself examined, for the sake of life.
Bertha was a child of God that loved and only wanted to be loved…
ESA PALOMA
Esa paloma
que vida tiene
esa paloma
que volo y se fue
esa paloma
que tengo siempre
siempre tengo
en mi corazon.
Hoy es mas bella
hoy es mas blanca
y sabe a donde
se va ir.
Tiene su nido
tiene a su Cristo
siempre lo tiene
en su corazon.
Tiene sus alas
mas grandes y bellas
tiene su rostro
igual que yo,
su cara fresca
para ver a su Cristo
ha llegado
a su destinacion.
Esccrito y dedicado a la familia Colunga
Do you ever wonder how people function without God? I do. This world is so chaotic and unpredictable but we don’t have to become part of it. God designed us very special with a “warrior mind” to tackle the the trials and tribulations of this world for such is life. Iife can also be beautiful if you chose to see it that way. God gives you unfailing promises when you reach for his Word and that brings peace in itself…these last 24 hrs. I was encountered with decisions/choices to make and advice to give as a mother but I go directly to the “promises God gives” and suddenly there is an instant peace because I know that He is in control….we tend to focus more on “wants” than “needs” these days. Air, food, water, healthy kids and grandkids are some of the things we basically need. For the next 24 hrs., try to look at your surroundings… stay blessed.
TEACH ME TO TEACH, LORD
Teach me to teach Lord
teach me to fly
teach me to soar
when I don’t know why.
Teach me to see
the ones in need
for I know, Lord
they’re from your seed.
Help me to hear
the crying child
screaming for love
humble and mild.
Teach me speak, Lord
as my mother taught me
and let the voice ring
as it should be.
Stand for what is right
and pray for what is wrong
teach me to
see, hear, speak…
and so she teaches the multitude.
Happy Birthday Vicky. Hope to encourage you to finish your teaching degree. love you Mom.
It’s not a rosary
for you will see
just a reminder
between you and me.
That what we ask
is true to seek
with faith and love
humble and meek.
I pray each time
we touch a bead
for with a touch
start a seed.
A seed of answered
prayer we know
our God is great
for sure He’ll show.
I pray that you
will let them know
it’s only just a while.
You’ll get your journal
and write in it
that things are done
as you see fit!
“Hello FB family”… it’s what captivated me to write this. What a beautiful family we are. It’s was God wants in a family. As some of us make plans to go out for the weekend and get so exited planning the details, have you ever wondered about the title to this thought? Surely we are not here forever and our days are appointed here on earth. Only the Creator knows. But wouldn’t it be so awesome to say those same words when we meet again in heaven: “Hello FB family”…..John 3:16
I’m so exhausted
I’m so out of luck
there’s no one better
to do all the work.
So I take on the challenge
of what’s to be done
but find that like Martha
Iv’e toiled and turned.
“Why should I stand here
and wash all the clothes
when I can be sitting
like Mary up close?”
But things have to be done
and your’e not the one
so I go back once again
and take out the fun.
When suddenly it hits me
of who washed the clothes
the garments of Jesus,
on one knows.
Perhaps it was Martha
or just even Mary
but Martha was weary
while Mary was “merry.”
You see, Mary had planned,
she knew He was coming
she wanted to make time
and spend it with Him.
So early she rose up
and gathered His garments
went to the well
and made the adjustments.
She sang as she washed
she quoted a verse?
I don’t know how
she completed it first.
So that’s why she found time
to sit down before Him
and when Jesus left
He went with clean garments.
Those garments of Jesus
have suddenly stained
the blood shed before them
for all the three Marys.
Then, beautiful linens
they used with sweet spices
to cover the body
as they went to the tomb.
One bright early morning
one Mary did see
that the garments of Jesus
wrapped, folded and free.
No longer they require wash
for the stains should be fair,
a reminder of God’s love
and that He’s no longer there!
….the king and His throne
many lands that He owns
for He made those by hand
and they weren’t with sand
but from rock and strong
no one knew His new song
now we sing it along
for He was not wrong.
He is King!
Yes He’s King!
and our praises we sing
to the King and His throne
it’s a wonderful home
the King and His throne.
Might not see it
might not feel it
but you oh Lord
are the one.
Keep the promise
of resurrection
by shaking things up
and I will remain standing
like a rock
like Lazarus
with linens
having been wrapped
suffocating me now
my spirit desperate for air
longing to come out
and start over…
a new resurrection.
