tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26795956151014852962024-03-19T03:14:46.189-07:00A New SongThis is a bit of some of my writings. Within these lines you might read Spanish and English. Within these lines, you might see imperfections. Within this lines, you might also find my heart. Hopefully, you can feel identified with some of my thoughts. But most of all, hopefully I can be a vessel to share God's immense love for you. He is crazy about you and He never gives up. Be blessed!Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-49934485558726495232011-06-25T11:52:00.000-07:002011-06-25T11:52:03.710-07:00A New Song: There is no fear in love<a href="http://analu-anewsong.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-is-no-fear-in-love.html#links">A New Song: There is no fear in love</a>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-33813615939803690962011-06-24T21:54:00.000-07:002011-06-24T21:55:36.554-07:00There is no fear in love<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love." </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;">1 John 4:18</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 22px;">As I was in the plane going from Chicago, USA to Sau Paulo, Brasil something funny and scary (at the same time) happened. First of all, I experienced a lot of turbulence on my first two trips. This was really scary to me. As I went through this, I remembered Jesus and the storm. He was sleeping even when the storm was really strong. I prayed that God would keep me safe. I was already scared because of the turbulence, which explains a little more of what I am about to tell. At some point I fell asleep and when I got up again I saw a bright, white light outside of the left side of the airplane (the side of my window). I first thought that the light was coming from another airplane that was closer to ours, but i thought it was too close. I didn't want to be scared but somehow I was. I tried to think of other options of what that bright light could be, but none of my ideas made much sense. As it seemed to me that the light was getting closer and closer, my heartbeat was also going faster and faster. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 22px;">Tired of trying to figure out on my own what that light was, I decided to go talk to one of the flight attendants. I got up and told one of them what I was seeing. I showed him the bright light through a window and he wasn't sure what that light was either. He said to me : "Well, let's find out". He got the phone and called someone (I think he called the pilot). As this was happening, another flight attendant came. He asked what was happening, so I told him the story too. This time I decided to show him the bright light from my side of the window. We went to where I was sitting and I showed him the light. After 2 or 3 seconds, he got up and told me what the light was. He said "That light is just a light that comes from the wing of the airplane". We both went to tell the other flight attendant that it wasn't necessary to call the pilot (or whoever he was calling) anymore.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 22px;">As I sat down, a little embarrassed, and laughed for a while I thought of what just happened. I was terribly scared just 5 minutes ago, but after learning what that light really was I could only smile and laugh. What a change in my heart, mood and overall feeling of wellness! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 22px;">I also think that this can happen in the spiritual realm. How many times I freak out because I do not know or dwell in God's perfect love? This can happen because of a lack of knowledge. Many times we do not know what God's word says or we do not believe it. The prophet Hosea says in Hosea 4:6 "My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge". This is very true. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">When we do not rest in the amazing love that God has for us then the enemy of our souls can come and lie to us very easily. God speaks about His love through Paul in Romans 8:38 saying, "</span>For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 5px;"><b> </b></span>neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Paul uses the word "convinced". I believe His conviction comes from the knowledge and revelation that the Holy Spirit has given Him about God's love. God also wants to give us insight into His word so that we can grow in the knowledge of Him and His name. The experience with the light in the airplane made me think of my experience of knowing who God really is and how just by knowing Him, all fear can be gone. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I pray that I will grow closer to God. I pray God would give me more insight of His very nature so that I can rest in His love for me. There is absolutely nothing to fear when God, the perfect lover and author of love, is inside of us, fighting for us and loving us like no one can ever do. I want to dwell in that kind of love every day of my life. </span><br />
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Also, teaching is a calling and this specific calling does not include everyone. There are different callings and gifts; teaching is one of them. Who is the One that has given us this calling? It was God himself. Because of the One who has called us, this is not to be taken lightly. If we are called to teach, we have no other way around: we need to be obedient. God is faithful to those who He calls. If we are not called to teach, this is very important as well because we need to be honest with ourselves and seek to be where our deepest passions and the deepest needs of the world meet. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“…to prepare God’s people for works of service…”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> (vs. 12)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">The role of the teacher is embedded in service. The dictionary defines the word embedded as something that is “ingrained” or is an “essential characteristic” of something. Anything and everything that the teacher does should be out of a deep desire to serve the students, family, and community. The role of the teacher is to be ready for the students. “Being ready” can mean different things depending on the context. Despite of the context, the role of the teacher is to facilitate learning, to be part of the building bridge in the students’ construction project of life, to be the inspirer, the one who will always believe and encourage, and the one who will stand up and speak for those whose voices are silent. The teacher is the one that will see a bright future in each one of the students and with a humble and servant heart will point it out to them. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“…so that the body of Christ may be built up…”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> (vs. 12)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Curriculum involves the programs of study but also the culture of the school. Although not always mentioned, curriculum also refers to the under culture, what lays beyond what is written. The view of curriculum must include diverse students. The planning and ideas should create a space for dialogue with people of different races, cultures, backgrounds, ideas, languages, and religions. The curriculum should be an “open-ended” one, meaning that it allows students, teachers, and people from the community to be part of it, to modify it as needed, and to serve the needs of the people. Curriculum is a guideline, a course to follow. The ultimate purpose is to <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">build up</b> the body, preparing each person to contribute to society and to always grow. This curriculum needs to include and allow diversity. It celebrates the differences and seeks to encourage and help the students in their needs. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“…until we all reach unity…”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> (vs. 13) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">The identities and backgrounds of the students make a difference in how the curriculum is taught. The teacher needs to be sensitive to listen to what students are saying. The purpose of this is to reach unity among everyone. This is a Christian perspective and it seeks to bring shalom. If the students learn differently than what the teacher thought or planned, then changes need to be made. It is important to be careful to not fall into pluralism which will encourage students to practice anything they want and this would be OK. Diversity is something that is given to us, but pluralism is something we can decide to practice or not. The desire for unity recognizes diversity but does not allow all kinds of pluralistic views to be one. This is not a real unity as a body of Christ. Despite of this, the teacher is changed by the students’ views and perspectives. At the same time the teacher greatly influences in the students. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“…and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> (vs. 13)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Both students and teachers need to be made whole again. This is why Christ died for us: to make us holy, which means to make us whole. The teacher’s view of the students should come out of this reasoning. Students will be broken, but they are meant to be whole. Every student is loved by Christ and is part of His creation. The student needs to be treated with respect and sympathy (even when this is extremely difficult). Any student can learn and deserves to access the doors of an excellent education. There are no better or worse students than others, but there are students that have understood their role better and because of that they are on track with their duties and expectations. This does not mean that some students should be excused for their lack of responsibility. This means that the teacher sees every student as a capable human being who is ready to learn. Of course, many times the students may have certain disabilities in their bodies or minds that will not allow them to do everything they would like to do. They, too, should be seen as capable of shining in the classroom. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“Instead, speaking the truth in love…”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> (vs. 15)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Earlier I mentioned that the role of the teacher is embedded in service. I would also like to add that teachers are expected to speak the truth in love. Although teachers need to encourage, they are also truth-tellers. Truth is not always easy to communicate and that is why the truth is needed to be said out of love. Both of these come together. The <u>only</u> way of achieving this is with God’s help and guidance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">“From Him [Jesus] the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does it work”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"> (vs. 16) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">I believe diverse students learn by working together. I do not think that one person can achieve it all alone. The whole body (this can mean whole as holy and whole as everyone) is supposed to be joined to Jesus and be held together with each other. This is the way they can grow and be built up. Every part is supposed to do its work. This means that each student has something to contribute that <u>no one else</u> could. We are meant to work together. I hope that this will be played in our classrooms by allowing students to contribute and help set the tone of the classroom. I hope each student will feel welcomed and desired. I hope each student will feel valued and very much appreciated. This cannot be emphasized enough: the students need to feel worth and wanted in the classroom in order to reach their WHOLE potential. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">It is difficult to state all I want to say in one short paper like this. I wholeheartedly desire to be an agent of change wherever God puts me. I believe that God has called me to be a teacher and I feel honored to have such a high calling. I also know that without God’s guidance I would not be able to teach. He is my light and therefore I believe that I can shine for Him. I am ready now. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How much do you want to play?, you asked. Well, this is my answer...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wanna play until I get tired and think I can't run one more step, and then, continue playing a little more. I want to run until I am out of breath and my hands are shaking because I gave my all. Until the lights are out, I will continue in that court. Even if it's dark I do not care, my heart is still beating, I can give more. Whether is a Thursday night, 7 pm, fans are shouting, lights are on.. or if it's a Saturday morning, no one is around, the lights are burned, the curt is lame, and the ball...well, it's little broken, just like my heart.. I will still continue. It may be just me and the ball. It might be a huge tournament and everyone is around. In both occasions I will play the same, I was born to play that game, that day, that ball. I will play, yes I will... weather is raining, sunny, or cloudy. Whether is winter, summer, fall, or spring. It doesn't matter, as long as I can run or maybe just walk, I'll play, I'll still believe. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How much do I want to play?, you asked me the other day. I realized the question implies that I want to play, that I can give it a shot... and you are right. I will give it a shot, I will give it a try, every time. Once and once again, I won't give up, not now. People might think I am a fanatic and if being fanatic means giving my best, then they are right. I am full of passion for days, for life. I am full of energy for that game to come. I love the ball. I love the game. I am willing to play even if I am not the best. After all, what does it mean to be the best? Do you compare yourself to someone who can play, too? or do you give your best, your all, improving and not giving up? What does it mean to succeed? Can you ever fail? I think you can try and perhaps, fall and raise, and fall again, and raise again... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Success is not marked by how many championships you've won, for how many rebounds you've made, or if you score or not. Success is much deeper, it means more than that. It means to not give up, even when you feel like it, even if you want. It means to get up every day and give your best, give your passion, make mistakes, and apologize. Success is that desire that burns inside when everyone is gone... but you can still hear the ball... re-bound-ding... Success implies accepting your mistakes, being truthful, being real, envisioning the future and pursuing your dream . Success is not just about you or me, it involves the whole team, even those who you cannot see. It does not mean to shine, but rather, letting other shine, sharing and playing, and having so much fun. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">How much do I want to play? I wanna play, I REALLY wanna play! As long as I breath, I will believe... I will still play. </div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-19376453958198664722011-03-26T22:53:00.000-07:002011-03-26T22:53:04.685-07:00HonestyTonight I don't want to be pretty, I just want to be real and honest. In fact, that's how I always want to be. I don't know how, but I believe this lie and try to fix things, when I am still broken. Yes, tonight I am broken. I hate hiding it. I don't want to hide it anymore. There is hurt inside. There are fears and doubts and it's about time to let them out. My history and past are coming together, looking right at me. I look at what I did, what I accomplished and what I didn't accomplished, but wish I had. I look at where I am at, and where I want to be. Hm. Good question. Where do I want to be? Where is God really leading me to? Am I heading in the right direction? Why is it that I feel confused many times? Or, at least, I feel scared. Maybe that is a better word. I am scared. Scared to know what's inside of me. Scared to let the real me come out. And it's not that I don't. But see? Now I am doing it again. It's like a game. I pretend to be someone else. Someone perfect. And I feel so lost. I even feel lonely.<br />
God, my prayer tonight is that you would come. I want to let the Holy Spirit work in me. I need you tonight, dad... I just need YOU.Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-90684396853737829252011-03-25T21:56:00.000-07:002011-03-25T21:56:14.403-07:00A New Song: The Beauty of the Lord<a href="http://analu-anewsong.blogspot.com/2011/03/beauty-of-lord.html">A New Song: The Beauty of the Lord</a>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-90675593474668353222011-03-25T21:55:00.000-07:002011-03-25T21:55:26.752-07:00The Beauty of the LordThe Lord is beautiful<br />
His creation tell about His beauty<br />
The color of the Heavens are like a big smile<br />
The clouds are the dimples<br />
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Have you seen a rainbow?<br />
Have you ever admire a sunset?<br />
Did you enjoy getting wet with the sweet Spring rain?<br />
If you have, then you have tasted some of His beauty<br />
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From the shapes of the trees<br />
To the colors of the flowers<br />
The silence of the wet dew<br />
And the strong sound of a thunder<br />
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Everything in creation proclaims that God reigns<br />
No wonder why He has said taste and see<br />
The laws of physics were already known by Him<br />
He is the Creator, it is all perfect, even the unseen<br />
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Who tells the birds where to migrate?<br />
Who is the One that helps the penguins chose their mates?<br />
The males dance to win their penguin's love<br />
And females then get to decide<br />
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But how do they communicate?<br />
Who gave them instincts to understand?<br />
And tell me, who has given humans the power of speech?<br />
and who was the One that set a distinct tone of voice for each? <br />
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Don't you understand? Can't you see?<br />
It was the Lord who made the sea<br />
From ancient times He designed our future<br />
From His own imagination He shaped our minds<br />
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The vast galaxy and the planets<br />
The milky way and the shooting stars<br />
God has made it all but His delight<br />
still ,amazingly, remains on us...<br />
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If I were to continue attempting to describe<br />
His beauty and radiance, His greatness, His love<br />
I know I would never be able to end<br />
Because the end of my description would just be the beginning of His beauty<br />
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So may you find in the name of JESUS<br />
Your delight, your shade, your smile<br />
Because there is no other name nor place<br />
Where you'll find extreme love to the point of death<br />
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Oh, He loves you so!<br />
If you could only comprehend<br />
Creation exists to tell His beauty<br />
Creation also exists to speak of His love for you<br />
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God, today I wanna give you all<br />
With no reservations I choose to trust<br />
Thank you for creation, you made it with your hands<br />
You're beautiful, even the colors of your eyes are...<br />
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Through these words I love you<br />
Through these words I shout<br />
There is NO OTHER GOD, you're the ONLY ONE<br />
May everyone exalt you. You're worthy Dad<br />
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God, you're beautiful...Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-78306598540150691762011-02-21T23:11:00.000-08:002011-02-21T23:23:38.227-08:00Racial History Paper for Diversity in Education Class<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC50nw3CvY1OXfNeHKZksXripQ15u63OtuGpGIA62Sj9D2wq09BcfL-fojsl5UmDyoaILtbMG_t80WSD9tHLb_3w7009Mk8eWt00XcoXGssXdD7cX6cdSUZ4zwPCRH-vS9f8-m2O5P1O4/s1600/P1010230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC50nw3CvY1OXfNeHKZksXripQ15u63OtuGpGIA62Sj9D2wq09BcfL-fojsl5UmDyoaILtbMG_t80WSD9tHLb_3w7009Mk8eWt00XcoXGssXdD7cX6cdSUZ4zwPCRH-vS9f8-m2O5P1O4/s200/P1010230.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My name is Ana Lucía Mora Demestri and I was raised in a country located in the heart of South America, Paraguay. My mother was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina and she came to Paraguay when she was eight years old. My father was born in Paraguay. Some of my ancestors came from France and Italy and settled down in Argentina and Uruguay. Many of them also came to Paraguay. I would say I am Hispanic or Latin American. I think I am also white or Caucasian because my family came from Europe as well, but I identify myself as a Hispanic girl.</span></div><a name='more'></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 200%;">Throughout my life, I had contact with people from different races and countries. Paraguay is characterized for having white and dark skinned people. The reason for this is because some people came from Africa as slaves and had children with Paraguayans. Also, the Spanish people conquered Paraguay and had children with native </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;">Indians</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 200%;"> from Paraguay. Because of this, we have people of different skin color. I grew up interacting with people that had different backgrounds. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I also had the opportunity of meeting people from USA, Germany, and Argentina that came to help as volunteers in the orphanage were I was living with my mother. The couple that was in charge of this orphanage had also built a school, so many of these volunteers would come to help out. I loved interacting with them as much as I could. I was fascinated with people that were different than me and talked a new language. I absolutely loved English so I started taking classes when I was around 10 years old in a special program in the afternoon that was only in English. Most of the teachers were from USA. I had the opportunity of interacting with people that were native English speakers. I also had a class where I had to learn Guaraní, which is my second language. Learning new languages helped me learn new perspectives. My “narrow world” was expanded. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have also traveled to other countries. My family and I went several times to Brazil. Experiencing the Brazilians and their culture was amazing. I really liked the openness, love for music, and happiness that characterizes them. Many of them love to dance and are very good at sports. Most of the Brazilians are dark skinned. I can understand Portuguese and Brazilians can understand Spanish because both languages are very similar. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When traveling to Argentina and Uruguay, I got the opportunity of learning from them as well. Many of the Argentineans have a strong personality and are very confident. I liked learning more from them and being in the country where my mom was born. Many of the people from Argentina and Uruguay are white and have green or blue eyes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I was 11 years old I had the opportunity of going to United States for two months. I visited Portland, Oregon; Las Vegas, and Los Angeles, California. This was one of my biggest experiences because I got a “hands-on experience” of the North American culture. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As I grew older, I worked with a brigade from Ireland that came to help people of my country that had scare resources. I also met people from Canada, England and different countries around the world. I had friends from different nations and races and this wasn’t abnormal to me. I enjoyed being with people from different countries. Even if I didn’t realize it at that moment, each of them added flavor to my life and helped me think “outside of the box”. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When I was 19 years old I came to the Sioux land of Iowa. I had the opportunity to travel to different states such as Minnesota, Oregon, Illinois, Pennsylvania, Missouri, Tennessee, among other places. And of course, I met people. Many of them had different perspectives and worldviews. They thought different about religion, ways to have fun, ways to do schooling, family, etc. I think that one of the most important lessons that I learned is to listen and be willing to change and be flexible. What is different is not necessarily a threat, but can be an opportunity to grow and learn. Experiencing diversity has helped me appreciate God’s world and people. How amazing and what a blessing this is! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One other experience that has helped me grow is meeting some indigenous tribes from Paraguay. I had the opportunity to meet several tribes and see how they “do life”. They wear different clothing than what Western culture people usually wear and they have other values. I learned more about how they live and about how we as a society have in many ways forgotten them. This experience helped me developed a greater sensitivity for minority groups that have been abandoned or marginalized. </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There is one more experience about my racial history that I would like to share. When I first came to the States there was one particular situation where I think someone was being unfair and discriminating me. I won’t ever know for sure if this person was discriminating me or not, but I can say that the feeling of being left out and not included is horrible, especially if it is because of your country of origin or language. Many times, I feel “weird” or “out of place”. For example, this happens when someone tells a joke and everyone but me is laughing because I have no clue of what is going on. When this happen, I feel hurt but then I remember that God made me beautiful and that I should not lose focus of His purposes for my life. There is a reason why I was born in Paraguay and there is a reason why I am in the States right now. I think I can learn from people as much as they can learn from me. Sometimes I might learn more, sometimes they might learn more, but is in this interaction when beauty is displayed and shalom can happen. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I also think of Hispanic people that I have met in the Sates. Some do not have legal documentation. I wonder how they might feel. Many of them are working in the USA to support their families that are living in their countries of origin. Some of them wish they could return home. Others just wish a brighter future. Some have not seen their families in 10, 15, 20, or more years and know that they might not see them ever again. This reality breaks my heart and has helped me understand a little more of the suffering and pain they are going through.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All of these experiences and many more are now written in my ex blank pages of the days of my life, helping me grow and mature. My goal is to be more like Christ. I realize that the nation where I was born and where I, if Christ does not return before, will die is already set in God’s eternal purposes. I also know that one day all the peoples will be worshiping Christ together. Revelations 5:9 says “<i>And they sang a new song: "You are worthy to take the scroll and to open its seals, because you were slain, and with your blood you purchased men for God from every tribe and language and people and nation.</i>” I praise the God of the Universe whom I serve. He never makes mistakes and his faithfulness lasts throughout all generations. I look forward to the day where our racial histories will be all joined together in one everlasting song to the King of Kings. Until that day, I pray for strength and courage to give my all to help bring unity to the body of Christ. I thank God for my racial history and I am excited for what is yet to come. </span></div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-12557411309955119872011-02-16T03:32:00.000-08:002011-02-16T03:34:43.537-08:00Three Little WordsI trust tonight.<br />
Tonight I trust.<br />
Three little words.<br />
How simple is that<br />
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Yes, simple, is true.<br />
Like the faith of a child.<br />
But deep are my wounds<br />
And deep is my trust...<br />
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In Him, in His plans<br />
Which I know, never fail.<br />
He will never change<br />
No, He remains the same<br />
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To the poor and the needy<br />
To the rich and the wealthy<br />
To the compassionate and bitter<br />
To the believer and the one who does not believe<br />
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He remains the same<br />
Forever<br />
What a truth!<br />
What a statement!<br />
<br />
In the darkest night<br />
You hold my hand<br />
I need not to fear<br />
When I go through the valley<br />
<br />
Of death and shadow<br />
Of hardship and rain<br />
Your mercies are new<br />
They speak of your grace<br />
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Oh my Savior! How I love you!<br />
Your words have changed my heart and mind<br />
I believe that you are truthful<br />
Your mercy and grace have changed who I am<br />
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That is why I can sing your song<br />
That is why I am freed of doubts<br />
You are alive and you are right here<br />
My fears have ran like a fast, fast spear<br />
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Oh my King! How I need you now<br />
Without you there is no poetry nor color<br />
My world is You and You alone<br />
My poetry and songs are to praise you Lord<br />
<br />
You have changed my heart<br />
You have spared my life<br />
I cannot image<br />
What it would be like<br />
<br />
To be without you<br />
To wake up and not feel you around<br />
Only imagining this thought<br />
Gives me goosebumps, please don't go<br />
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Stay. Right here. Very close<br />
I need to feel your nearness<br />
I want to hear you heart beating<br />
I desire to know you and know me as you have known me<br />
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Please come, again I ask<br />
Take my doubts and my unbelief<br />
Help me see what I cannot see<br />
Help me trust and run free<br />
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Free from these fears that feel so near<br />
Free from my own prejudices and tears<br />
Of bitterness and anger<br />
Of selfishness without ending<br />
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Savior come, let's take a walk<br />
Only you and I, I don't care about the time<br />
Carry me, just like a child<br />
Whisper to me, sing me songs of life<br />
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I have tasted you, and I know, you are sweet<br />
Yet I can't get over, I need more of you indeed<br />
Let me be with you, everyday, every hour<br />
Come and change my heart, transform me, I don't want to be sour<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I trust tonight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tonight I trust.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Three little words.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What a difference they make! </div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-43265614486877788402011-02-04T10:25:00.000-08:002011-02-04T10:26:11.852-08:00This is my name...<p class="MsoNormal">“My name is Ana Demestri” I caught myself saying one day. As I reflect back, I think something in that statement is missing. My mother’s name is Ana María Demestri. She usually says her name is Ana Demestri. I love being able to identify with my mother, but my name is Ana Lucia Mora Demestri. If I was in my own country, I would say “My name is Ana Lucía” or “My name is Analú”. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Many people here in the States can’t get the right pronunciation of my name right away and I opted to use <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ana</i> as an easier name. But I identify myself with <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Analú </i>or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Ana Lucía. </i>I like this because it makes me feel like home, it makes me feel that I belong. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Analú </i>is my nick name and I like being called like that. This name has shaped me positively because, as I said before, it makes me feel that I belong, it makes me remember my people, friends, and family. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">From now and on, next time I introduce myself I will try to say “My name is Analú”. Even if I have to repeat it again, I would because that is my name and that’s part of my identity. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-80817686796287703222011-01-28T22:20:00.000-08:002011-01-28T23:03:56.858-08:00Stranger<div style="text-align: center;">Why does it hurt when you're different?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why does it bother when you stick out?</div><div style="text-align: center;">All my fears and failures are on the table</div><div style="text-align: center;">And it is soon coming out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If I say a word, you soon will notice</div><div style="text-align: center;">my accent might tell you, I am not from around</div><div style="text-align: center;">The way I think, the words I chose to speak</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps the way I dress will give it out. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember when my friend </div><div style="text-align: center;">First told me "you're weird"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sure it wasn't her intention, </div><div style="text-align: center;">but inside of me I really thought I was</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And you'll see, you might think that </div><div style="text-align: center;">Saying "you're weird" it's no big deal</div><div style="text-align: center;">But when you hear it over and over</div><div style="text-align: center;">Those two words start spinning, just like a wheel. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What is it with words </div><div style="text-align: center;">That can affect you for so long?</div><div style="text-align: center;">What is it with being different</div><div style="text-align: center;">That people can notice and can take it so wrong?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And yes, today I'm sad</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really hope that you don't mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I write out what I am feeling</div><div style="text-align: center;">And spell it out within these lines.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My sorrows change just like the seasons</div><div style="text-align: center;">From white to orange</div><div style="text-align: center;">From laughter to tears</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's not uncommon to feel my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">a little broken, to be sincere</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking about sincerity, </div><div style="text-align: center;">uncomfortable feelings that come and go</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes when I try to be authentic </div><div style="text-align: center;">I get rejected, so I forget the goal...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of loving others and forgiving them</div><div style="text-align: center;">All the time, no matter what </div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like shouting, running, and screaming</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like crying and all at once.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Believe me, I do have walls</div><div style="text-align: center;">That need still to be tear down</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's my desire to build a bridge</div><div style="text-align: center;">that will allow me to get closer...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Closer to the people that have hurt me</div><div style="text-align: center;">closer to the feelings I've been hiding</div><div style="text-align: center;">And let them go in just one instant</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a balloon that wants to fly to the moon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why does it hurt when you're different?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why does it bother when you stick out?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask myself over and over</div><div style="text-align: center;">knowing I'm scared to find the answers deep, deep down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lord, here I stand in front of you</div><div style="text-align: center;">No need to hide</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would you come and heal me? Would you forgive me?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would you come and tell me what your sweet thoughts are?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you come, I know everything will change</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know what it means, what it feels to be me</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you show up, I know you'll touch my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">To remind me that you, too, were strange</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You were a stranger to your own people</div><div style="text-align: center;">You were a foreigner in your own land</div><div style="text-align: center;">You have experienced rejection</div><div style="text-align: center;">And now you wanna hold my hand to tell me...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"I love you, my princess, </div><div style="text-align: center;">My daughter you're mine</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are not weird, you are beautiful</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so sorry someone has hurt your heart"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's okay, you can rest now</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm holding you, you're in my arms</div><div style="text-align: center;">Remember I'm your Creator</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have made you with my own pure hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, would you do me a favor?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Next time someone tells you </div><div style="text-align: center;">That you're weird, tell them back</div><div style="text-align: center;">Did you know that I'm wonderfully and fearfully made?" </div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-33836773923087175882011-01-21T22:31:00.001-08:002011-01-21T22:55:54.395-08:00To my brother<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHikF1n7K4r1Hf2jrF9K6wiMjfiGsO0kudKlMpLwguPQge_wUmX7JpPaRWR4dSgUaUPqxo0p2cDK5IIvR9Kl9dHr9D12ArxtaJsMZoSWfx7KjKJzHH-_xCyJ4nqrN0xc4P9JkiCdpeZ5g/s1600/P7220067.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHikF1n7K4r1Hf2jrF9K6wiMjfiGsO0kudKlMpLwguPQge_wUmX7JpPaRWR4dSgUaUPqxo0p2cDK5IIvR9Kl9dHr9D12ArxtaJsMZoSWfx7KjKJzHH-_xCyJ4nqrN0xc4P9JkiCdpeZ5g/s320/P7220067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564900386418318578" /></a><br />If I were to tell you how much I love you, this writing will never end.<div>My love for you is immense, as big as the universe...</div><div>When I think of you I cannot help but cry, I miss you with all that I am.</div><div>My dear brother, my Conejin, how can I tell you how precious you are to me?</div><div>Every memory I cherish in my heart, every hug, every tear, and every smile.</div><div>In my life, no one else can have the space you have. I treasure you no matter what.</div><div>I remember your eyes smiling.I remember your jokes, you're so funny.</div><div>The charisma you have, the way you talk.. everything is valued, you have won my heart.</div><div>Honey, would you ever understand how much I love you?</div><div>I am only your sister but I care for you as if you were my own little son. </div><div>I wanna support you and be there for you. If you ever need me, without doubt I'll be there.</div><div>I want to celebrate your victories and hug you when you are sad.</div><div>I want to hug you very strong, I am your biggest fan.</div><div>So know, Jose Manuel, that you are loved immensely.</div><div>You are a champion, you are a winner, you are you sister's sweetheart.</div><div>TE amo mi amor, te amo con todo mi corazon.</div><div>Cuando me necesites, aca yo estoy. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-51717755625382587782011-01-18T19:52:00.000-08:002011-01-18T20:21:52.233-08:00Scarcity vs. God<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " >God's resources never ran out. He is endless. He never gets weary nor sick. He doesn't lose hope. He never forgets. He is never late or needs more time. God never borrows because He is not only the owner, he is the MAKER. God doesn't need clothing, yet He is clothed in majesty. Wow. If you believe in the same God I do, this changes EVERYTHING. (Philippians 4:19, Psalm 93:1, Psalm 95:4-5)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; " ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">God never ran out not only because He doesn't need anything, but also because He IS everything. For example, God is love. He cannot not love you because His essence, His identity, is LOVE. There are multiple examples in the Bible of God being the Living water (</span>John 4:14)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">, God being our refuge and strength (Psalm 46:1), God being life(</span>Matthew 16:16)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">, among many other examples. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Everything points out to HIM. For example, you cannot say "God is money" because God is beyond and much higher than money; God is providence, eternal providence. WOW!!! I just can't get over this! </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; ">And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you. (Exodus 3:14) </span></span></span></div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-17947079583082223332011-01-04T00:02:00.001-08:002011-01-04T00:13:52.983-08:00God Loves People<div>God loves people.</div><div>God loves you and I.</div><div>God loves everyone.</div><div>He loves the sick.</div><div>He loves the healed. </div><div>He goes after robbers.</div><div>He goes after prostitutes.</div><div>He does not lose hope.</div><div>Like you and I.</div><div>He never gives up.</div><div>He always loves.</div><div><br /></div><div>Each one has a story.</div><div>He sees it all.</div><div>He ses the ugly, the beautiful, and the bad.</div><div>He sees each couple.</div><div>He sees each single.</div><div>HE sees the hidden.</div><div>He sees the unknown.</div><div>He sees what is obvious and what is not.</div><div>He sees each look and cares about 'em all.</div><div>Because He cares about you. He cares about me.</div><div><br /></div><div>God knows, yes He knows.</div><div>He knows your schedule. He knows your heart.</div><div>He knows your quirks. He knows your laugh.</div><div>He loves the sound of you waking up.</div><div>He sees your picture and can't help but smile.</div><div>Oh, He knows you and loves you so deeply.</div><div>Your eyes captivate Him, He founds you irresistible.</div><div>God longs to hold you and never let you go. He is pursuing you.</div><div>He is after your own heart.</div><div>God knows your story.</div><div>He knows it very well. He knows each detail.</div><div>God knows your neighbor, your grandpa, your grandma, and your dog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever tasted God's love?</div><div>Have you ever thought about Him this way? </div><div>If you haven't or if you have,</div><div>I invite you to try this God of love.</div><div>He loves people and yes, that includes you and I.</div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-36319728635895667702010-09-17T23:00:00.000-07:002010-09-18T08:16:53.455-07:00Thoughts on JesusThinking of a song written by <a href="http://www.breathecast.com/Christian.Music.Artist-Cory.Asbury/Main-996.htm">Cory Asbury</a>... this goes dedicated to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1811276177&v=wall&story_fbid=1276067561065&ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment#!/photo.php?pid=100736000&id=1206459884&ref=fbx_album">my mother</a> whom I admire with all that I am. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=cantares%208:6-7&version=NIV">I love you mom</a>.<div><a href="http://soarworship.wordpress.com/2009/11/14/you-are-my-hope-cory-asbury/"> "You are my hope, you are my song, you are my life, you are my salvation.."</a><div><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2071:5&version=NIV">Jesus is our hope</a>... for every morning when we wake up and we feel that the burden is so hard to take it. He is our hope for every night, too, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jeremias%2029:11&version=NIV">when we wonder if the next day would be like the day that has just gone by</a>. Jesus is our hope for our every minute, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=isaias%2040:31&version=NIV">for our every second of our lives.</a> He is hour hope also for our darkness. He comes. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=juan%201:14&version=NIV">He shows up.</a> He is never late. He is our hope for our kids and future generations. He is taking care of that. He is our hope for when humans, even our own family, fail us once and once again. He is also our hope for when we are joyful and rejoicing. All the time, He is our hope.</div><div><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2040:3&version=NIV">Jesus is our song</a>...for when we can't remember the melody or rhythm of life anymore. He is our song for when what surround us does not evoke any melody at all. He is our song to helps us sing again. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=sofonias%203:17&version=NIV">He sings to us every day if we can listen</a>. He is our song even for when we are singing, because He gives us reasons to sing. Jesus is our song.</div></div><div><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians%202:%2013&version=NIV">Jesus is our life</a>. He made life possible for us in every sense of the word. He makes our lives worth living for. He brings life when all we can see is a valley of death. Do we really realize how deep and true is this? There's absolutely <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=lucas%2015:11-31&version=NIV">NOTHING</a> more besides Him. He has given us all we have, including a heartbeat. He has <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20pedro%202:9-10&version=NIV">changed our eternal destination </a>from death to life for ever. He promised that He WILL <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jeremiah%2030:17&version=NIV">heal us</a> and <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=isaiah%2043:18-19&version=NIV">make us new</a>. It doesn't matter how He would do that, what it really mattes is that He will do it! <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians%203:4&version=NIV">Jesus is our life</a>.</div><div><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2027&version=NIV">Jesus is our salvation</a>. He saves us from ourselves. He saves us from our selfishness and our weaknesses. He saves us from our desire to control everything and not let Him guide us to the best path. He saves us when we are tired of fighting on our own. He even save us in our deepest joy. His first nature is to save because <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20juan%204:16&version=NIV">He is love</a>. His love saves us. Simple. Deep. Let's let this true sink on us.<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=juan%206:68&version=NIV"> Jesus saves and the only and true salvations comes from Him</a>. Jesus saves.</div><div><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelations%2022:20-21&version=NIV">AMEN</a></div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-62971969902973286422010-09-15T17:53:00.000-07:002010-09-15T18:08:53.548-07:00Script for Theater Class<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bpTAumxaq26iEzVAGXJ1GkZ-6C3ebszNQCJE1lmMXaVqg9kElYZ-D4rtjJxko7mgItEqUEGFkY5tnR53roB8hev_4t9z7vFDnYDjkM21Tr5zPxkM0N88gNpl0f8hC5gd3c0T_cniBTI/s1600/coffee+shop"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bpTAumxaq26iEzVAGXJ1GkZ-6C3ebszNQCJE1lmMXaVqg9kElYZ-D4rtjJxko7mgItEqUEGFkY5tnR53roB8hev_4t9z7vFDnYDjkM21Tr5zPxkM0N88gNpl0f8hC5gd3c0T_cniBTI/s320/coffee+shop" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517312026153606930" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><u>“Coffee Shop”<o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Characters</b>: Lady- Gentleman <u><o:p></o:p></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Lady enters the coffee shop. She is wearing a black, medium-length skirt with a white blouse. She also has a white hat in her head. <o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: (speaking quietly to herself) I wonder what should I drink today?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Coffee sounds good, but... </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>: (interrupting her) …But a coffee with company sounds even better, right?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: Oh, hi... <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>well, that wasn’t what I was going to say...</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>: I realize that, but since the moment you entered this room and I saw your big, bright smile I really hoped I could have a drink with you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: I am not sure. I don’t usually drink coffee or any type of drinks with strangers... I... (Mumbles)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>:<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I understand.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Could I, perhaps, ask you to accept my invitation for this time? I promise I am harmless. I won’t hurt you. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: Ok. Just know this is an exception. I might never see you again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>: Deal. I am honored milady. Please take a sit (he gets the chair for her).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: Thanks gentleman. I appreciate your kindness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>: How could a man not be kind to a woman like you?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: What is it with a woman like me? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>: Please excuse me milady for what I am going to say, but a woman with such a beauty like yours could not be unnoticed. Your green eyes are free grasslands. The smell of your brown hair is like the perfume of a thousand roses. Your smile is melody to my heart. I could go on, but I do not want to embarrass you. Please accept my apologies If I did.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: Oh Mario, of course that I am not embarrassed! You are such a helpless romantic! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Gentleman</b>: My sweet Rita, how can I not be romantic after being married to you for 20 years? I love you darling.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Lady</b>: I love you too honey. Let’s go home now. <span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;line-height:115%">THE END<o:p></o:p></span></p>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-8721631121582328882010-09-15T17:52:00.001-07:002010-09-15T17:52:44.437-07:00Un Nuevo Tiempo<p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"><span lang="ES-PY" style="mso-ansi-language:ES-PY">07 de setiembre del 2008 <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-PY" style="mso-ansi-language:ES-PY">La mañana ya había comenzado. La brisa suavemente soplaba sus cabellos marrón oscuro. Sus ojos miraban fijos al horizonte. La comisura de sus labios no esbozaba sonrisa alguna. Sentada con una pierna encima de la otra en un banco color marfil estaba. Para ella el tiempo y la gente en ese momento no pasaban. Estaba triste. Y su corazón latía al son de una melodía de dolor. Dolor puro que recorría sus venas. Tristeza que si alguien la observara bien podría notar. No estaba pensando en algo específico, pero sentía aquella tristeza. Sus ojos estaban húmedos,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>pero no lloraba. Y en esa quietud sólo podía, como un vívido recuerdo, como un gran sollozo, como un eco en la montaña, cruzarse por su mente: su nombre. El nombre de él. Su amado. Al que amaba con todo lo que era. Y el dolor punzante se hacía aún más real. Era tiempo de entender. Tiempo de entender el nuevo tiempo. El día había llegado. Los muros habían caído. Mientras más sufría más real se hacía un reflejo. Reflejo divino. El cielo se había acercado. La mañana ya había comenzado. La brisa soplaba. Muy por dentro ella sabía que el tiempo de cambiar ya había llegado. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES-PY" style="mso-ansi-language:ES-PY"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-66148423929376977132010-09-11T23:49:00.000-07:002010-09-11T23:50:12.649-07:00Cercana Distancia<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div style="text-align: left;">Ha llegado. Inevitable y dulcemente se ha quedado. Profunda está. Ya había anunciado su entrada triunfal la fresca y tímida luna. El silencio no puede acallar lo que hoy siento en mi ser. Ni lo más oscuro y denso podría ocultar el amanecer de esta noche.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cada paso es un segundo que me aproxima. Vivo el presente. Entiendo que no necesito tu cercanía para sentirte cerca. Que la distancia me atrae a ti.Que la noche es día en este corazón enamorado. Que la luna es mi cómplice, mi amiga. Que tus besos me acompañan en esta brisa que ya se ha hecho totalmente mía. Vivo. Puedo respirar la misma esencia de este amor en la libertad de mi alma. Por dentro todo es luz aunque a mi alrededor se anuncien tinieblas. Es porque sé que estás a mi lado. Porque puedo sentir tu mano suave alrededor de la mía. Tu abrazo cálido inundándome de amor. Porque tu mirada me cambió la vida hoy sonrío en esta distancia que sólo puede acercarme más a ti.</div></span>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-9605647906370262572010-09-11T23:39:00.001-07:002010-09-11T23:41:03.479-07:00Algunas lineas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Porque vivo cuando vives, porque vivo lo que vives, porque sueño contigo.. por eso, te amo…"</span></span></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Estas podrian ser las lineas de una </span></span><span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >poesia</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >.. Una </span></span><span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >poesia</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > mas.. tal vez.. Una </span></span><span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >poesia</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > diferente, quiza..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Esta noche me inspira.. El silencio profundo en mi me invita a buscarte.. Desde lo mas recondito de mi ser te quiero amar.. Como un ave que al fin encuentra su hogar, asi te necesito. Cual amanecer surge en mi un nuevo canto.. la sinfonia inicia sus primeras lineas.. y todavia no lo termino de creer.. Brillante fulgor, tibia sensacion, intenso sentir.. porque vuelves.. porque estas aca.. y es verdad,.. Quiero decir todo lo que siento pero es inevitable callar. Callar para reconocer la verdad. Acaso no puedes escucharla? Puedes escuchar sus ecos y risas? Quiere salir, siempre ha querido corer porque siempre ha sido libre. Yo no intentare deterla. Esta vez, no acallare sus susurros, no. LA dejare libre y entera.. que recorra lo mas profundo de mi alma y visite todos mis temores.. esta vez solo mirare asombrada y dire intensa y silenciosamente: Si es posible, es posible volver a amar.</span></span></p></span>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-68179660272288965192010-09-11T22:53:00.000-07:002010-09-11T22:58:24.317-07:00TonightSometimes the road feels lonely, like tonight. Lonely, but not because of friend's absence or joy's absence. I am walking through this waters of the unknown. I discover once again how fragile I am. Desires of something more than this reality invade me. Isn't this real life? or.. is this just a dream? I want to live, I need to live, I desire more. Memories of home make me feel nostalgic. I don't understand why my soul asks for more. Isn't this enough? I long for your embrace, oh God. I need you tonight, I need you right now. Please come and satisfy me. Hungriness is now my reality. Come God, make me new.Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-2558455530298777112010-09-11T14:15:00.001-07:002010-09-11T14:27:11.752-07:00Who am I?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >She wipes at her tears and says, "Help me, Duke, help me remember who I am. Or at least, who I was. I feel so lost." ....<br />"You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strenght to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things."<br />(The notebook)<br /><br />Who are we? I wonder.. Are we just souls that live in this world always wanting something better?<br />Who am I? I ask myself over and over again.. and the silence in this room answers.. I just want to be someone that love others with all my soul.. I wanna live with passion every day of my life.. I want to give everything and die knowing that I enjoyed life.. that I lived.. yes, I lived..<br />Everything I am is because of Him, my God and Creator.. He is the reason why I live and want to enjoy life at the most.. HE made me the person I am today..<br />Who am I? I wonder.. and quietly, today.. Jesus answered me.. You are mine..</span></span></span>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-9698040059975928332010-09-11T14:13:00.000-07:002010-09-11T14:27:48.718-07:00When I miss home<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today I miss home. I miss my family, I miss everything that I left behind almost a year ago. I miss places, I miss smells, I miss familiar faces... but, maybe more than anything I just miss the feeling of being home, the feeling of a deep sense inside that tells me: everything is gonna be alright, you are home now.<br />Yeah, is like dying a little every day. Being away from your country is knowing that you are in a different place, with different people and different food ... and you will have to get used to that. Getting used? I don't want to just get used to being here. I want to feel good, really good here. Yet at the same time it seems impossible to forget everything, I don't want to forget, I can't forget. I need to be home. When, OH God? When? I want to wait in you today. I want to trust you today. You are my home, you are my home, you... are my home. I don't want to ever forget that. I want to experience that you are everything I need. My guidance in the darkness, my helper in the midst of trouble, my pastor when I have no clue of what am I suppose to do. You are my shelter. YEs, I need to admit that I am afraid. I am afraid tonight. I am scared. I need you God, I need you dad. I need to hear your voice tonight. I need your embrace. I need your touch. Today I surrender all. Even though is hard I want to experience your love when I feel unlovable. I want to experience your love when I feel alone and scared. I want to experience your smile when I realize that I screwed up. I need you tonight and I need you always. Please come and renew me God. I want to experience you. I know that it doesn't matter where I am, where I come from, how I feel, what I did... you are my home all the time. You are here right now and I will be forever thankful. TE amo!</span></span></span></span>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-42324785008796583112010-09-11T14:12:00.001-07:002010-09-11T23:29:47.807-07:00Today I wish you..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" >I wish you today a good day... Isn´t that wish a common one? you may ask.. Well, you´ll see, this wish is not a common one because it means so much more.. When I say I wish you a good day, in between lines, I say...Go through the day knowing how valuable and wonderful you are.You rock, you shine, you are more than capable of achieving all you want.. Wake up, open your eyes and feel that rhythm.. toom, toom, toom.. your heart beating for life.. Stretch yourself, open your arms, embrace the day that is about to come. Walk those first steps out of bed as if you were going to the most desirable place.. because, in fact, you are. You are alive and no matter where you are going, you are supposed to live this day.. there is a purpose for your life today. Someone thought of you way back before, you are wanted and loved. Make yourself a healthy breakfast, that one that you really like and eat it, taste it, feel the flavor in your mouth. Now, after you get yourself ready to run, to work or study, to go, to be, to.. fill that space in the blank Know that you are ready, you and not anyone else, ready to live, You are blessed with the opportunity you have right now. Shake hands firmly, smile with your brightest smile, look at people around you, sing loudly, and show them who you really are. You might be surpised of how much you can learn from each "routine" your day might have. Every minute can be well spent if you remember that you are precious and what you do matters now and in eternity too. I wish you take advantage of the time you have to talk with people and get to know them even if you think you do. I wish you all the inconvenients so that you can experience the power of patience and self control. I wish you a safe return home knowing that your home is where people you love are and that can be everywhere, even if you are far away...</span><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></p></span>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-83951014276440415572010-09-11T14:11:00.001-07:002010-09-11T14:30:05.602-07:00Hoy decido vivir<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yo quiero jugar.. hasta que me falte el aire, hasta ya no dar mas.. Yo quiero ganar.. ganarme a mi misma una vez y otra vez, corriendo sin parar.. Yo quiero saltar.. hasta que mis piernas salten solas y mi cuerpo se mueva siguiendo el compas.. Yo quiero nadar, desnuda, al aire libre, sin miedo, sin limites, sin tenerme que preocupar.. Yo quiero correr.. hasta que se me salga el alma, sintiendo la sangre correr por mis venas, sintiendo el ritmo de mi corazon al volar.. Yo quiero gritar.. como nunca, muy fuerte, diciendo todo lo que una vez quise callar.. Yo quiero volar.. en busca de nuevos rumbos.. libre, suelta, con mis brazos abiertos de par en par.. Yo quiero viajar.. recorrer el mundo entero, ir a los lugares donde siempre quise estar.. Yo quiero ver.. mas alla de solo mirar, descubir a cada instante la vida en su intensidad.. Yo quiero reir.. reir a carcajadas, hasta que me duela la panza, sin temores ni ataduras, toda la noche sin parar.. Yo quiero bailar, una, y una, y otra vez.. cada dia, cada segundo, siguiendo el ritmo de mi palpitar.. Yo quiero amar, amar sinceramente, sin egoismos, sin rencores ni mentiras, con locura e intensidad.. Quiero amar como nunca he amado.. Quiero jugar como nunca he jugado.. Quiero ganar como nunca he ganado.. Quiero saltar como nunca he saltado.. Quiero nadar como nunca he nadado.. Quiero correr como nunca he corrido.. Quiero gritar como nunca he gritado.. Quiero volar como nunca he volado.. Quiero ver como nunca he visto.. Quiero Viajar como nunca he viajado.. Quiero descubrir como nunca he descubierto.. Quiero reir como nunca he reido.. Quiero bailar como nunca he bailado.. Porque la vida solo una vez se vive yo quiero vivirla.. para que al mirar atras no descubra que no he vivido con pasion, con intensidad, con gracia, con soltura.. dando todo de mi.. No quiero mirar atras y darme cuenta que no he vivido como hubiera querido vivir.. Hoy vivire.. vivire profundamente.. REspirare cada momento.. Voy a atesorar a cada persona muy dentro de mi. Porque hoy es el dia. Hoy yo decido.. vivir.. </span></span></span>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679595615101485296.post-49652226916373058442009-06-27T12:13:00.000-07:002010-09-11T23:36:37.088-07:00God's promises<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rtKF0SdRaBoLanarpvwc6YJBe7Rby4m41M4gIOFiTacb_VL_lI3UgTOWPjQo30-UHq6XWJT6E3ufwzmVOjP1YbKPRbH7SYC2QH359h3sjoPH5KDK_lgikqxgshgJhNNt6uI6bHFcAJk/s1600-h/29-Analu_10-89_original.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352100597839112674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rtKF0SdRaBoLanarpvwc6YJBe7Rby4m41M4gIOFiTacb_VL_lI3UgTOWPjQo30-UHq6XWJT6E3ufwzmVOjP1YbKPRbH7SYC2QH359h3sjoPH5KDK_lgikqxgshgJhNNt6uI6bHFcAJk/s320/29-Analu_10-89_original.jpg" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglT-zd4WIXgjt0pC3KkptWcJWTxvobH03WOiixU0Bx4H7Q3WqvvjdLwOOqcUSAuLiwK0NrPzMH6X5XzjaQI2jav2TKJ1JW4vfVfRzLR7AhNtDGtMAkneOulPTGdI1pBMubYVikNFVHX1o/s1600-h/white5.jpg"></a><br /><br /></span><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" >So.... this is the first post that I make.. yuhu..! d=)<br />Well, I should start with my purpose for writing. I will be writing to honor God telling my friends and family what He has done in my life. Also, I don't want to forget His blessings. He is faithful all the time.. even when we don't see it or feel it..<br />This morning-afternoon I wasn't feeling that good. Sometimes is hard being away from home, that feeling of not belonging to a place.. But God today also reminded me of His promises.. His promises are true today, were true yesterday, and will continue to be true tomorrow.. actually, that is a promise.. that God will remain the same.. Thanks to God for that! I want to write about some promises that He reminded me of today.. These promises are for me, and for everyone that believes in Him.. Anywhere, all the time..<br />He said:<br /><> I have been with you all the time Deut. 2:7<br /><br /><> I am going before you.I will fight for you. I will carry you as a father carries his son. Deut. 1:30-31<br /><br /><> Be careful to obey me and teach about me to your children. Deut. 4:9<br /><br /><> I separated you from the world.. for me.. you are holy to me, I chose you to be my daughter, my treasured possession. Deut. 7:6<br /><br /><> I am ONE and you need to love me above anything else, with all your soul and strength. Deut. 6:4-5<br /><br /><> I am the Lord, your God. I am faithful and I will continue to keep my covenant of love with you. Deut. 7:9<br /><br /><> I will go across ahead of you. Deut. 9:3<br /><br />Thanks Daddy!</span></span></div></div>Analuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784157150674362954noreply@blogger.com0