December 27, 2011

Touched by an Angel

Last night I had a brief but heated argument with my husband. Come to think about it, it was a rather stupid argument. He was trying to explain his point of view and I felt threaten by it.

I guess I was not fully understanding him. I went on with his petition and today I have to admit that he was right (and not that I hate admitting it or that I´m one of those sickos whom most always be right) its more of a "yeah, he was right and I´m glad he did what he did!".

My husband is not always right you know. He is not always joyful or understanding. He has a peculiar way of expressing himself and of doing things. And often he is right on the money. He´s one of those young folks who have a older spirit in them. If spirits did came back afterlife, I would dare to say that his spirit lived another life and reincarnated in this young amazing man whom I married.

I don't think he particularly likes me writing about him (specially since this blog is public) but I have to let you all know that although we struggle with the everyday issues that life arises I would not change anything that we´ve been thru (well maybe a few things) or who he is (well maybe a little, lol!) and that I could not have chosen a better person to spend the rest of my life (whoa, that sounds like a really long time) with...

My husband and our then 2 year old.

Stay smiling my friends!


December 19, 2011


It´s something that not many human beings experience, at least not often enough, and if they do they quickly try to put it to the side and forget they ever felt that way.

We often dont think our desicions thru before acting upon them........... it would be a much better world if we did.

Stay pretty my friends!


December 14, 2011


I have to begin by saying that I´ve always known there is a God and known that he loves me and takes good care of me. Now I must say that last year I attended a wonderful church called the Refuge, my friend Crystal invited me, and my life took a bit of a turn.

I felt him closer, I felt blessed, better things than before where coming my way and I had this joy that took over me.

Its been over a year since then and I stopped attending the Refuge because well I moved to another country. I was invited a few weeks ago, by a very special person, to a service that a church was given over at someones house. It was late, it was Monday, I was tired, it had rained, the service was at a place not only had I never been there but it was a marginal place (it was dark, solitary, so deep in that if you screamed no one will hear you, you know the type of places that you go once you have God within you because he gives you the courage you don't have without him).

Despite that all, I went.

Boy, am I glad I did! I was touched by him on that night. I considered myself a believer, a christian, a good hearted person before that night. But that night was different, allow me to explain.

Sometimes you accept God as your savior but he hasn't "touched" you. He is there but not there. You´ve accepted him in your life but your life is still not complete. Something big is still missing.  "He" is still missing. That Monday he was there, he lifted me, he touched me, he embrace me, he took over me, he overwhelmed me. It was magical. It brings tears to my eyes just to think about it.
Its a feeling that words along cant explain. I´m a different person since that Monday. I have to admit I had my doubts and repressed a little all the feelings that overwhelmed me. But you see God works in mysterious ways. Friday of the same week came along and I was invited to another service, this time it was held at the church. I attended. As to prove that he is calling me to serve him, he touched me again. I cried like I had not cried in a very long time. I felt this joy, this over flowing of his love over me. It was so powerful.

Don't let the next words offend anyone (and I know that my sister will laugh out loud with this) but I had never, I repeat never ever evaa, even consider the remote idea of being a pentecostal (the reason why I liked the Refuge is because they are modern Pentecostals) but I know imaging myself like my sister (who has been a pentecostal for years) with skirts, and no make up, I know what you are thinking being pentecostal doesn't demand any of those things but you must understand that when you view something from the outside its not the same as when you enjoy it from within.

Allow me to close this very long post with saying, that now I could loudly and proudly say: the Lord has touched me, I´m not ashamed of saying it, yelling it, expressing it and do not care what the world thinks, what anyone thinks, don't care for what "I'm leaving behind" because what he had brought me its more valuable than anything else the world could offer...

I want to think this is what Moses felt when he was first called...and if it is Thank you Jesus for choosing me...