OUR MEMORIES

You can find me today at the Lakehouse. Due to the recent ice and snowstorm, we lost a productive moving-out week. The cars were packed with things to bring over, but we did not know the country roads condition. The snow is almost gone. We just had to shovel the driveway and the front deck. We finally make another run. Today we brought things we are not taking to the new condo we are about to buy.

Moving from a much bigger house has not been easy. The lake house is small, and so is the condo. We are grateful for the unfinished basement, the shed, and the two-car garage. We have many memories to keep. We lack walls to display the mementos from our vacations. Everything should look neat, and we are trying to find the right way to show every item. My eyes are full of tears while I am placing things in order.

My husband understands my nature, and he decided to put some of our pictures on the unfinished basement walls. Look at this; he shouted when I was organizing the main floor. I went to see what he was doing. It was a beautiful surprise to see our pictures on the wall. In the basement, we also have some of his mom’s furniture, old toys, and school pictures.

The house looks a little full. Our house, in particular, holds feelings and beautiful memories. The kids are grown; they are married, and two of them have kids. We want to keep some of their memories and ours. The souvenirs in themselves are not necessary; they transport us to a place and time in the past what adds value. We have also added art from my late brother-in-law and the things the previous owners left behind, just as I promised to do.

This little house feels like home; it feels like happiness. I cannot wait for the summer to spend time with the family. It is much nicer to be outside. Family is what my life is all about. I pray that one day the kids keep some of the things that may remind them of us. I know they will have a box or two I will leave behind with their name on it. It will be full of pictures and some toys from when they were little. I gave them some already, and they appreciated that I kept them.

The kids, the grandkids we have, and the ones that are on the way will use the same blankets and toys. It fulfills the heart of this Abuela. My husband and I will grow older in these two houses; for now, one day, we may have to go back to the city permanently. We are excited to come to the lake house and spend time. It is a beautiful place. I am blessed to have the unforgettable memories that make us FAMILY!

HOPE AGAINST WINTER BLUES

Some days are intolerable, and I struggle to keep my head above water.
The weather forecast is not promising, and the cabin fever is overtaking my emotions.
How do you battle the thoughts in your head? Those thoughts are not your reality. They are only lies determined to overpower you.

When the thoughts are more potent than your willingness to see them as what they are, fake, they can take you into a dark tunnel. Feed your mind with encouraging words from a good book or the Word of God before you spiral into a never-ending rollercoaster ride.

This thought will subside when the sun is out, and you get to resume life. If you can not find your way back to reality, seek help before it is too late. Decisions made during these trial times could be irrevocable. Speak to that thought with authority and keep them under your feet. They are not more powerful than the Spirit that lives inside you.

Call to the Lord in prayer, and don’t give up hope. These hard times will not last forever. Christ died to assure that in Him, you are victorious. Claim your victory and shut down confusion and doubt now.

Here are some ideas you can do to help improve your mood.

Seek professional help if sadness starts to interfere with your everyday life.

  • Go for a walk, or go shopping. A combination of both will be great.
  • Get out and enjoy the sunlight as much as possible.
  • Don’t isolate yourself. Talk to a trusted friend.
  • Keep a healthy diet.
  • Wait, confident that you will be better. It takes time to get out of a depression episode.
  • If you have thoughts of suicide, Call the toll-free National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

You are not alone; help is a call away. There is no shame in reaching out for help.

IS YOUR HUT ON FIRE?

There was a man who lost his way at sea. Crashing his boat on a desert island shore, he built a Hut with the wood he managed to salvage from the wreckage. After a while, he adjusted to being without the glitz and glamour of his previous life. One day his Hut caught on fire, and he cried out to the Lord. Why are you allowing this to happen? The Hut is all I have left. Soon after he cried out, a Ship got close to the shore. We came to rescue you, they shouted, to his surprise. How did you find me? He asked. We saw the smoke of the fire you build to alert us (or so goes the story)

It came from nowhere and when we least expected it, how our lives had been turned upside down in a matter of hours, maybe minutes. It was probably a decision we took to better ourselves, or so we thought. Our plans didn’t turn as good as we wanted, and now we ask why.

While merged in depression and despair, we isolate ourselves from others. The ones we open up to can’t help, and the others don’t care enough even pray. We look for answers, but they don’t come fast enough to quench our pain. Oh, Lord, my Hut is on fire, and we cry out in desperation.

Remember to offer your tears as a burnt offering at the altar. The smoke will rise to Heaven as you cry. The answers from Heaven will soon reach you, just like the ship reached the shore to rescue you. Don’t let your Hut catch fire in vain.

Zip it, Lock It, Put it in your pocket!

Good friends don’t tell your story to others; they are gatekeepers to your heart. No one will bribe or persuade them to stab you in the back. They have fiercely defended your honor with all they can. Respect their trust, loyalty and return the favor. If you are ever in their position regarding their secrets, remember to zip it, lock it, and put it in your pocket, just like they have done it for you in the past.

YOU ARE VALUABLE

How sad is having a lack of confidence? It makes us vulnerable to ill-intentioned people. I understand many of us to have reasons to feel less than, but know this: “YOU ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH, YOU ARE WORTH IT, YOU WILL SUCCEED, YOU ARE EQUIPPED, PREPARED, AND ABlE TO CONQUER YOUR FEARS.” Receive it!

THIS IS WHAT WE GOT IN THE SOUTH!

“An ice storm is a type of winter storm characterized by freezing rain, also known as a glaze event or, in some parts of the United States, as a silver thaw.” Wikipedia

We live in a southern state. It has been a while since we have one. It is not the most comforting situation when you have to travel. Due to the transparency of the ice, it’s hard to identify dangerous areas.

We went for a nice walk today in a 26° more or less. The wind was not blowing, which made it tolerable. It felt good to be out of the house. We will be driving back to the city tomorrow. God help us!

Some Plant, Some Waters, God Gives the Increase!

Plant even during difficult times. In due date, you will reap the harvest of your labor. With each season, we have an opportunity to prosper and move ahead. Don’t hesitate. Act according to the desires of your heart, only if they are according to God’s plans. You should have peace if your next step is in the perfect will of God for your future. Pause and examine your intentions and the reasons driving you. Are you honoring God and His word? If you are, proceed!

The one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. ❤️

I NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY DREAM

Grieving is a slow process to complete. Losing someone hurts deep and takes time to heal. Natural wounds healing is a process you can pamper and help speed along. It is not the same process when you are grieving from the loss of someone you love.


Last night I had a dream with you. It was a very vivid picture in my mind when I woke up this morning. I saw you in the casket, resting peacefully. I believed in my heart that through prayer, you would come alive again. In the dream, you did as a beautiful baby. The beautiful baby was dress in white. He was full of life and splendor. Soon the baby grew, and I saw you. Just as young and handsome as ever. I was so happy to see you again. I could feel the love and the peace you were experiencing.


This morning I woke up and soon realized you are gone. I had a hard time understanding the way I felt this morning. I was sad, then hopeful. I miss your smile. I miss you, and I miss the way you make me feel important. I will never see you again on this earth. I am having a hard time, and I do not know if I should tell someone. Maybe I will make them as sad as I am. I am crying again. I did not cry thinking about you during the day. I waited until the day was over and, I can talk to you in private.


I want to tell you again how sad I am and how much I miss you. I know you are resting in God’s arms. Young, happy, and healed of all infirmities. I cannot wait to see you whole for the first time. I don’t remember knowing you without all the demons you were fighting. I guess I have no option but to thank God for giving you peace, finally.

In John 3:7, the bible says, “Do not marvel that I said to you, “You must be born again.” I got to see you get baptized in the water. What a privilege and comfort that is to my heart. I will keep the faith and, one day, I will see you again. Until then, I will praise God for your salvation.
That was the dream. You were born again, and now you are whole in heaven. God has a way to speak to us and, for that, I am thankful.