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Happy Mother’s Day ladies!

They say Rome wasn’t built in a day,
So remember this when clouds turn to gray,
and when the house is messy from the kids’ bustle and play.
“Good things take time”, that’s what people say,
And though today’s teachings will be tomorrow’s yesterday,
It will be those things that show your kids the right way.
So be the rock that lays the foundation today.
You’re a mom and you’re beautiful that way!


Smile for the World

When you see the world, you smile.
If smiles were gas we’d travel for miles.
When you see the world, you smile,
but when the world sees you it smiles back for a while.
So smile for the world because that never goes out of style!


Hello Sunshine!

A little early mother’s day poem for the mommies out there:

Oh Roses, tulips, and flowering vines
Yet none are bright as this flower of mine
Let me say thank you with this short rhyme
For planting, in my heart, seeds of sunshine!


Historia de Amor

El autor se sentó a la mesa a escribir

Y ahí Su historia comenzó a concebir

“Esta sería una historia que cambiaría el mundo”, Él empezó a decir

“No hay, ni habrá otra similar, ni en el pasado, ni en lo porvenir”

“Esta es una historia de amor

Y aunque el protagonista sufrió mucho dolor

Es una historia de esperanza”, pensó el autor

Y con cada palabra que escribía, a Su historia le daba color

“La escribo para el que está cargado, el desanimado, y el triste

Para aquel que persevera, que insiste y persiste

Es para el incrédulo, aquel que piensa que el amor no existe

Para el rico que lo tiene todo, y el pobre que con poco subsiste

Mientras escribía el autor, Sus ojos se inundaron de lágrimas que no le permitían ver,

Pero era necesario continuar escribiendo, porque el mundo necesita saber

Que hay un amor tan fuerte que ni el pecado lo puede disolver

Un amor que arropa, perdona, cambia y nunca deja de ser

Fue por amor que el protagonista pagó el precio mayor

Fue por amor que sus acciones optimistas le resultaron en tan grande dolor

Fue por amor que aún con Su vista nublada por la sangre y el sudor

Él observó a su alrededor, pasó lista y tú estabas en la mira del gran Salvador

Cada palabra escrita lleva con ella un gran peso

Pues este acto de amor, la muerte del protagonista, pagó nuestras deudas en exceso

Este acto marcó la eternidad del mundo ofreciéndonos acceso

A una vida de esperanza que, aunque difícil, nos libró de ser presos

Muchos conocemos la historia, pero no termina con la resurrección de Jesús

Este capítulo de amor solo comenzó en la cruz

Él pone comas donde antes habían puntos, porque en Él hay esperanza ilimitada para dar

Él es la respuesta a cualquier prueba que te quiera hacer fallar

Aún le falta mucho al autor por escribir, porque las páginas de tu vida quiere llenar

Su amor no tiene medida y tu final feliz Él te quiere dar



A Ray of Light

This morning as I walked outside, I caught a glimpse of the sunrise which squeezed its rays through, what I consider to be, very tall bushes. It was a majestic display, and simultaneously intriguing how the sun, as big as it is, managed to slip through a crack in the wall and the shrubs that covered it. The Son is capable of doing the same, if we allow it. He is The Creator of everything, He holds the world in His hands, however, if we let Him past our walls, He would gladly come in to shine His light and fill us with His love.

The one who is the true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He came into the very world he created, but the world didn’t recognize him. He came to his own people, and even they rejected him. But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. (John 1:9-12 NLT)


I Celebrate You

She is a warrior
Unique, no one like her
She is a mystery, she’s a poetic song
She is capable, hardworking and strong
Nature’s nurture, valuable, beautiful
She is priceless and that is indisputable
I celebrate you, WOMAN!


The Pretty Box

It was a bookcase, shoe holder
something to put in an empty space.
It had a cover, drawers,
and numerous uses to discover.
It was a box
nothing more,
used for packing, holding, stacking
nothing unorthodox,
but it was a pretty box.

I do this thing with boxes where, rather than throw them, out I repurpose them. Usually, these are wrapped with contact paper and used as bedside bookcases, shoe organizers, and most recently, a 2 drawer tabletop “thingy”. My mom often gets upset and tells me to just throw them out, but why would I? They are pretty boxes, too good to throw out and apart from that, they are very useful. I believe God sees us in a similar way. While man may cast us out because they can only see who we are, God sees what we can become. He sees that we are too good to throw out, and wraps us in His love giving us a new purpose in life.

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—
‭‭(Ephesians‬ ‭2:4-5‬ ‭ESV‬‬)


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