Saturday, December 31, 2011

Some sorts of endings.

We never realize how fast time goes by. Its until you put up a new calendar on your kitchen wall and then dashing one by one the twelve pages on it flip away and by tomorrow you'll be putting a new one up!
So while you change your calendar or cook dinner for family and friends and I type, the inevitable happens time slowly dies and then you realize everything you once were or anything you once did will no longer be or exist and that is quite true in a way, that's how the whole deal of being a better person and doing new things for a new year heroically exists.
Now while I am the kind of person that believes this is kind of a big deal, after carefully thinking and going back, it isn't necessarily a real ending is it? I mean it doesn't mean that you're gonna change in twenty four hours to be a whole different person or do new things.
The choice is there its not an annual type of a choice only, its more an "always" type of choice.
Tomorrow when I get up I hope I don't choose to be different because I want to feel good or be accepted, I want to do it because I know that I want to do whats right.
So if in two days or two weeks I haven't achieved that, then I hope I don't have to waste my entire year and wait to change again, because its an "always choice" the choice of ending something whenever you want.
Its true anyways that  today is some sort of ending, but not just today or tomorrow is when you can change.

I pray that I live for God and that same way that his mercies are new each day, that Ill try my best to live for Him. I don't just want to feel new and excited the first day of a year I want my entire year to feel like a new day. So I'll keep that in mind.

Well Happy New Year Everyone!

    The unfailing love of the LORD never ends! By his mercies we have been kept from complete destruction. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each day. I say to myself, "The LORD is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!
    - Lamentations 3:22-24

Sunday, October 23, 2011

When the cold is defeated

Socks, a sweater and a scarf, haven't been enough to fight the hairs on my arms from rising in response to the chilling air that touches them, it has been quite the cold day, actually quite the cold week, which I am glad for. I then, grab a blanket, wrap myself into a cocoon and try to watch a movie but I quickly stop because an action movie is not what I'm in mood for right now. I feel warm but my thoughts go out to everyone who is feeling cold at the moment and all those who even though are warm and cozy like me are feeling cold inside, lonely people who wont have a scarf for their below zero feelings. Because they've lost, because they're lost, because they have no hope. Pretty much everything I think relates to me. Just because I am comfortable and warm doesn't mean I've never been there, both in the physical and spiritual cold.
 The smell of coffee wakes my body from thinking mode, I smile, I realize how warm I feel, I am thankful for all that keeps my body from shivering or aching from the cold, but I am above all other things thankful that whenever this heart feels cold, I can turn to One who has not only words, or "scarves and sweaters" but His amazing presence to ignite the heat in my heart and let me know its all gonna be well. So I smile then jump of the couch to receive a warm cup of coffee which I am extremely thankful for as well.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Streets of Stories

Some time along, between what we would call long ago or a while ago, in a place so far away that no maps could fit it in, nor anyone ever did see. There was the story of a girl that lived in an orphanage, not like the scary ones we hear in tales nor like the boring, sad ones we make up inside our heads. It was a rather happy place where the girl had spent most of her life and a place that she had grown to love but not to keep. It was all this girl knew; she had no past, a clearly uncertain future, and definitely a dying present. Although she was surrounded by love she felt empty, like an empty glass being held by warm hands.

As expected as it was, the years went by, all was gone, people, time and therefore childhood, the little girl was now a young lady, not any less innocent than what she used to be. All that she had ever known was gone, only a few scattered memories now survived in her desolated mind, and the harder she tried to think of her life as it was, the uneasier it was. It was as if all her life had managed to leak out of her head leaving her with nothing but vague memories of things that were so hard to identify, at least on her own.How disgraceful and hollow moments were , nothing seemed to make sense, what was of her before, where was she now, where was she supposed to go now, who was she. Desperately, she decided to find out about her life, just because out there someone had to know her, her story. Saddened by the trouble she had unwillingly gotten into, she tried to think, where or who could she go to find out that which she most wanted to know.

Warmly like the first sun ray of a chilly morning an idea popped in her head; the street! You see she didn’t have to remember anything to know this, because anyone there would know that there it was, a street, so rare and different to every other street you may have heard of, seen or imagine for there the most oddly of all people lived. It was said the people on that street had all lived for the longest time on that land, and people rumored that they could tell tales that went back to ages ago. They perhaps, thought the girl, would know who she was. Peaceful but with a throbbing excitement inside her, the girl made her way to great entrance of the famous street. Once there she took a quick review with her pure eyes over the entire place. You wouldn’t have look too closely to realize that the place was indeed and old looking place, tall buildings with expensive sturdy lamps hanging on the walls, moss had found a way to incorporate itself in the landscape but yet it looked dead, adding only an older look to the place. The road appeared to be stamped carefully with old grayish rocks and it lay out straight out but it was somehow difficult to see where it ended. If there was people somewhere in here they must had been hiding for only sweet melodies of birds and graceful swinging of leaves were the things that revealed that there was life there. Tightening one of her hands into a fist, the girl warmed enough courage to give her first steps as she dared to adventure into such an unknown mysterious place. About ten feet past the first house she heard something that woke her up to her bones, they were noises, familiar type of noises, human voices, indeed human voices, she lurked around the tall building to find several people sitting around a small table, the idea of finding anything strange on this place now faded away, this people looked instead as normal as any other person would. They seemed to be enjoying a good morning talk, the girl was starting to approach the nice looking meeting but realized she would be rude, after all she wasn't invited. So she stopped herself and hid back behind the wall. There she noticed that these people did look pretty old, but not as old as if they had lived for ages. She wasn't going to stand there forever so she politely coughed to call the group's attention, she excused herself and asked if she could join, the crowd surprised stared at the girl, slowly studied her and with a quick unanimous agreement gave the girl a tiny soft stool to sit. They smiled but did not speak, so, bravely the girl spoke out, sharing the reason of her visit. She expected a respectful apology from them saying they were sorry and that they didn't know anything about her but instead together like a well coordinated hand plays a chord on an instrument, they started to orchestrate a story. The girl could not hold on to all the excitement, after all, she thought, she was finally hearing the story of her life. She was mesmerized by their story, it was beautiful, so happy and loving and caring, full of excitement and adventure, she couldn't be anything else than joyful.

Suddenly the people's voices started to raise up and the story was hard and her heart pounded at the things she heard, all that happiness wasn’t any more, instead she heard about moments of pain and sadness and she could not take it anymore and slammed her hands to protect hear ears as she leaped to her feet and sprinted off the place. When she felt safely away from the voices she stopped and her ears were free, at the distance all she could here now was the sharp annoying and agonizing sound of the people’s laughter, as if they had an enormous pleasure in making the girl hurt that bad.

Standing as firm as she could, she recalled her recent experience, could such a tragic story be hers, could her life be so sad, how would she even know if they were true. Disappointed she gazed straight up the street, there had to be at least someone else here who she could go to, that was just one house, there had to be one at least one other place to go. Then she heard the steps, they were quiet but yet strong and she turned around to see the face of this short funny looking lady, she smiled and walked past the girl. The girl had no need to think she unwillingly spit out a good morning greeting the lady looked at her and smiled again, the girl thought she could trust the lady and she followed her. They walked into a small house that was totally unnoticeable, the house ended up just being a hallway that lead back outside and there it was a tree quite small but yet tall and wide enough to hold whatever sat on top of it.

It was a tree house that connected to the ground only by the tree and a slim ladder that soon the lady started to climb, inside the house bright yellow banners and blooming flowers decorated the place, they were attached to the wall in such an unnatural nice way. The overall feeling of being inside that place made the girl happy. One by one she noticed more people in the room. All seemed to be a lot peculiar but something about them made her feel she could trust them. They all greeted her with refreshing smiles; they all sat and invited her to sit with them.

Next thing that happened took her completely by surprise before she could even say a tiny word they began to speak. They began to tell a story.

It was the sweetest of all the stories one could possibly imagine, their words their voices just set into it perfectly. This was what the girl had wanted to hear, she was after all a girl and the tenderness and sweetness of this story inspired her and enlightened her soul. The group kept telling the story, each of them adding tiny bits to it, and every now and then at least one of them would look at the girl to give her a smile. They went on and on their story so long seemed to just never end, she could tell by their faces that they were willing to keep on with it, but something else she could notice, none of them were looking at her anymore, or smiling or even care that she was there. Slowly she tried to make sounds to get the story tellers attention but none ever did care, they continued as if she didn’t exist. Then their story was now so happy and illusionist that it couldn’t be anything else but a lie, all the apparent happy things they spoke were nothing else than mere lies. Bitterness filled her up to the very tip of her head and she grunted at the tellers not only because they had forgotten her story but also because they had fooled her, they made her believe they knew her story but they didn’t. She stood there resentful and hurt, and by now the tellers were looking up on her. Silence invaded the tiny house, until one of the tellers got up walked straight up to the girl and got so close that she had to step back, she backed up so far that she almost fell off the window, fortunately she held to the window frame just in time, but she wasn’t going to be up there for too long, the teller approached to her and then touched her forehead softly, but with enough strength to make her loose balance and throw her out the rectangular window. Heavily her body hit the orange grass beneath her, she tried to coordinate things a little and then got up to her feet. She felt annoyed and yet still sad at the fact that she was easily deceived by the tellers and how easily they had forgotten her. The place looked dark now and she had probably been around here for a few hours, she tried to figure out the time by placing the sun in the sky but it wasn’t anywhere, yet she was sure it was still daytime. Her mind began to be troubled, this after all had been such a strange happening and she wasn’t sure what to do. She could go back and live unknown and empty forever or she could continue her journey. Sadness prevailed, so she decided to go back, just perhaps she could some other way find out her story.

Decidedly she got back to the road but what she encountered was a completely different thing from what she expected. No matter how far and to which direction of the straight road she looked unto, there was no end, had she really been walking for this long, she wondered, so intensely long that now she was trapped?

There was no other choice now, she thought, than to just continue her way and possibly be lucky enough to get out of here.

It was the first time since she started walking down this street that she had been able to walk for this long, so long the expression in her face became tighter not exactly because she was tired but because the thought of walking this long and not being able to find anything was tormenting her. The only thing that assured her that it was still daytime was the warm wind but even that had changed drastically now, the air was cooler, the light had dimmed, but she was still able to see good enough. Scary thoughts of staying here forever, or not finding anything else here but abandoned houses began worrying her. It was all so quiet that even her breathing sounded so loud and heavy. Even the quietest thing would take anyone to shocking jump, and that’s exactly what happened when the squeak came out of somewhere. She desperately looked around to find the place where the sound came from. Then she saw someone, a tall thin man, knocking on a door, knocking so softly that all you could hear was his squeaking chest as he breathed, rather than the knocks. Someone opened the door for him and the girl didn’t hesitate and almost leaped on her way to the door, the man disappeared inside the house, once passed the door and she thought she wouldn’t see him again, but the door was left opened.

Inside the house a tall lamp on a corner of the wide giant room illuminated the very few things it could reach. The entire place smelled old, and the walls had so many things on them, photographs, paintings, ornaments. The tall man stood there with his face towards the light, so all the girl could see was his black silhouette. A very polite hello came from the girls mouth, it was rather a scared hello than a polite one, and the man completely ignored her and sat on a wide couch. Then another shorter and bulkier old man, whose face was lit by a hand lamp, started to apparently float off from the top left corner of the room, but as he got closer to the floor his lamp made the stairway visible. He sat along the tall man and then more people came in through windows, the main door and one even landed from the roof being hanged down by a rope. They all sat on the expensive looking furniture and they quietly settled their eyes on a candle that was now sitting on a table on the center of the room. Glued to the floor and mouth stitched, this people seemed to be, for none opened their mouths to say a word and the only thing on their body that moved were their eyes as they blinked on very rare occasions. Softly and extremely stealthy, the girl walked down near where the lamp was, to be seen by them, probably. She greeted the faces with a trembling and confused smile but none of them even looked at her. Their eyes all fixed on the dancing little flame on top of the candle. It looked so graceful just floating there, the girl got closer to look at it, and then she understood how beautiful it was.

Then the light of the little flame became stronger but it was only because the hand lamp and the standing lamp had gone out. The tiny flame seemed to be incapable of fighting all the darkness in the room by itself. Slowly the candle began to melt and it wasn’t long before the girl realized it soon would be out and they would be left in complete darkness, she had to leave the place but outside she saw how dark it was as well. Panic made her entire body jump out of her relaxed position on the floor and she began to call to the people, she begged them to listen to her, she asked and cried for them to speak but they didn’t their eyes knew nothing else but that light and their ears heard nothing else but the sound of darkness. Something had to be done before the now agonizing flame went dead, then all would go dark and she knew then she’d be lost.

All possible feelings except happiness soared through her body and she wanted to run because of fear, scream of fear and cry from sadness, but it all seemed impossible for her to do. Her agony was so immense, she was lost the last bit of hope she had on the tiny flame was dying, so small it was and darkness so full, she opened her eyes wide to catch the last small piece of light inside them.

It all was much more than she could take, her lungs filled up with air one last time, and as the tiny spark began to vanish out of existence, the air out of her lungs was released not as a deep heavy breath but as a loud thunderous scream. Then silence and darkness conquered the moment.

Tiny bits of light began to bring the girls eyes back to life then her body followed back with them. She was not wrapping her arms around herself anymore like she was in the dark room. She was standing straight and with her eyes contemplating a beautiful morning. There in front of her laid a big gate and the buildings so old and familiar. Yes it was the same gate at the beginning of the street, and the same buildings, the same street! Confused and disoriented she realized what was going on.

She had never left the place, it all had been such a realistic thought, a realistic daydream, a nightmare. Now the street was here again so peaceful and quiet.

She wouldn’t dare to go back there not in a million years she thought, but could it all be as bad as it had been in her dream. She took a small step inside the gate and inspected the place with her eyes, to see how similar it was to her dream, and then she saw him.

He was slowly walking towards the gate, an old man that was slowly getting closer to her. Soon his face was in reach for her eyes to fully see, something about his appearance emanated youthfulness and wisdom. His face rose up and a smile curved off to one side of his face. His eyes were the next thing the girl saw, so sweet and loving and wise. This man she felt she could trust and his words she could hear.

With a generous nod the man invited the girl to go with him, so trust worthy he looked that she ran straight to him and he held out his hand, politely and humbled she stretched out hers and they both smiled, all at once she knew she had found was she was looking for.

They both sat on a small bench under a tree and began to speak. The man knew the girl and why she was there without her even telling him. He told her how many went to that street for different reasons, many were fooled, others scared and many trapped and lost.

Her need for a story had brought her here, and although the man didn’t tell her, the girl knew that he indeed had lived for ages and could tell her story.

He spoke and the girl was amazed he knew every single detail she ever wanted to know. It had everything, amazing adventures, terrible losses, happy thoughts and it all came back together all her life in front of her eyes. All of it to the moment that she was now living. She sat up to the excitement of knowing that she was about to hear what he knew was going to be next for her, but his mouth shut and the smile was still there.

He got up and almost immediately she did also, he hugged her and began to walk away but she hadn’t heard enough from him, she wanted him to stay or maybe leave with him as well. She stepped in front of him to block his way, demanding to hear more, and she looked deep into his eyes, she could look into them so well that she was able to see her reflection in them, but it was far more than just her reflection, it was something different, a peaceful, somehow older and happier version of herself.

She forced her sight away from his eyes, for she was scared she would be fooled like the others did to her, but not this man, his story had brought stillness to her troubled mind, and joy to her uneasy heart.

Then she knew it, her past didn’t really matter anymore, past was gone and future was a head, she had heard the man, the one who had lived forever, and had seen the reflection in his eyes, maybe it wasn’t necessarily real, but it had shown her how to live, it was now her own path to walk and own decisions to make and own story to live.

Slowly she let go of the man’s hands, he had done enough for her, far more than enough, he had done more than she even expected, more than she deserved. His smile seemed brighter, the shine in his face was nothing like she had seen before, and he started walking down the street, the girl standing still.

He quickly looked back his eyes met hers and his were so loving, it was the last thing she ever knew of him, she knew it was not a good bye. A warm breeze gently waved her hair, and her feet started the journey back to the place where she wanted to go, just then, the gate was there no more instead there was a crossroad, that she was sure it wasn’t there before, but truth is her eyes were just now open to many things that were gone for her before.

The orange light was now kissing the sky good bye and trees turned colors as a farewell, her eyes were fixed upon the setting sun and her body gracefully followed the last path of light that there was on that land. Wrapped in light she joyfully walked, her eyes focused on her destiny, she had left all she never had, for now she had been shown what could be hers, a story of her own. Although darkness at times would hit, there would still be lights on the sky to let her know she was on the right journey, the one He had shown her, the one He had planned for her.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

To the Landowner and to the land...

Raindrops have begun to kiss the already wet earth once again, while i type. Its perhaps this what would describe this place the best, rain and more rain but I am sure rain is not the only thing that makes me love this land with such a passion. Because I also see green mountains, blue skies, the faces, the innocence in so many of them, the sun rising majestically over this emerald land.
I think that when He made this country, in between the so many mountains He hid wonders, and whenever someone discovers them ,they fall in love. I am not sure if I have evere discovered but I am sure that all that this eyes have seen and this heart has felt for this land is pure love.

Honduras will tomorrow morning wake up to the roaring sounds of drums, then the colors will fill the streets and celebration for what is known as freedom will begin.
This land that although lacks freedom, celebrates in my opinion, not only that but also the joy of living in a land full of wonder, amazement and beauty.
That's how I know that it was Him, the Creator, who has been once again so amazingly gracious towards us by letting our feet walk this land, for letting our lungs be filled with this air, for letting our eyes see His work.
Tomorrow I hope that even if freedom is what is meant to be celebrated, we celebrate Him for his love and mercy for giving us this land to call ours. So when the lights go out and celebration ends, I hope thankfulness will still abide.
I hope that after tomorrow eyes will see our nation and be proud of it, maybe not for being historic or rich or a world power, but because the Lord has given us this place and filled it with enough beauty to believe in His existence, to know that He is there.
September 15th, Honduras celebrates independence, but for forever may these hearts be thankful to the Creator for giving us this land.

God bless Honduras.
God bless the generous land of my birth!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Beauty behind the beautiful

Its often easy for us to see something amazingly beautiful and be dazed by it, isnt it?; but have you actually ever gone further in to see what lies beyond that?

So I havent been on my blog in... MONTHS!? I guess I just have had other more important things on schedule.. anyways I had the chance to go to Roatan this last week! If you havent heard about Roatan, Im about to tell some about it and my BLESSED expierence there!

Roatan, I mean you probably have heard of it! Its the largest of the three Bay Islands in the Honduran Caribbean sea, approx. 37 miles long and a few miles wide.. it is near the second largest barrier reef in the world.. so its filled up with expensive resorts, hotels, restaurants, stores, tourists and much more. Here in Honduras its is famous for being such a paradise, I had never been there before, but many of my friends had been there as tourists, so I thought maybe one day Id go for vacation and just spend a good time in this paradise!
Gods plans were others and I couldnt rejoice more in them.. you see my brother and sweet Analee had met some amazing people from Georgia and I had worked with others from their same church up in the central mountains with the Lencas. Anyways they were going to translate at Roatan for a week and I was invited to go a few days before the week came. I set up my schedule and was able to go. After a 6 hour bus drive and a 2 hour boat ride.. we arrived at Roatan during sunset! It was all crazy beautiful once we arrived, paved roads,nice cars, expensive and clean looking houses, hotels, restaurants and all that crazy tourism related sort of things.
The people we met there that day were great! We stayed a nice house in front of the beach and mind blowing sunsets... so far so good.. I mean in a very material, seductive to eye.. kind of way.
Next day we talked about our week, we were going up to a colonia inside the island. We had a glimpse of the of the beauty outside during daylight. crystal clear water.. nice breeze, it was paradise indeed.
So the next day was our first up at the colonia, where humble and great servants Henry and Francis had been working with the Living Water 4 Roatan project. So apparently the community didnt have enough water and people had to carry their water up the steep mountains to their houses, now they have water.
With several expectations that I had, I was blown away when we got to the colonia, it was a 1000 degree diference (if thats not possible, just get the idea) from all that we had seen in the island.
People living in shacks, children barefoot, just a very clear third world country style of living.
I had to see it to actually believe the need that there was in that place. So half of the group would work with the kids while the other half would hike up the mountains getting to know the people in the community and just sharing Gods love with them. I personally hiked all day and( as much as hated not hanging with the kids) loved every time we were allowed into houses to just testify of the amazing grace of our Saviour!
The group we worked with couldnt be any greater! Amazing faithful, God loving people, who impacted my life so greatly, including Henry and his wife, Enrique, and the service of Elmer and Andrea, Maria and of course Carlitos (owners of Casa Isabella place we stayed at)all this made that week and extraordinary week!
So my overall conclusions about this is that over all that material beauty that island had at first, I am so thankful that God allowed me to be able to see the beauty that lied beyond that, that for me is far more important than the other.
Still thankful for also experiencing and seeing Gods wonderful creation as we snorkeled through the reef. Still getting to know the people and being able to share Gods love with them was an experience far more important and therefore far more beautiful.

So please, whoever reads this pray for Roatan, pray for the hearts of those who have not been saved yet, but who have heard the news! May they understand that Christ is all that matters!
Pray for a Biblical church in Roatan, pray for Henry,Enrique and Francis, and for LW4R! and pray that many others will be able to see the true beauty that is hidden inside this island.

Monday, May 9, 2011

These days and Those soon to come days..

I haven't been around for a while, but Im still planning to keep posting [if theres even someone out there who cares].. I have some already written posts I just feel like its not the right time to post them, anyways...
Im almost done with this semester and it really feels like a bitter/sweet moment, at first when I started i knew no one there and now so many people have been so kind and great to me, God´s great unexpected blessings they were.
Now with close to 20 hours or so left of classes and finals, I am getting ready to face what will be one of the hardest times on my life, not only because soon decisions will be made and wisdom must be asked for and trust in Him will be essential, but also because no matter what happens good byes will have to be said...... sooner than later.
Its so crazy how things change in a matter of weeks, years,months some even change in a matter of seconds and as much I dislike change it look like its now my turn.
My prayer is that everything that I love, everything that I stand for, the passion that I live for may not change. Let other things [as dreadful as it sounds] change, but that those things that really matter, do not change.

The LORD will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O LORD, endures forever;

Do not forsake the works of Your hands.

Psalms 138:8

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

From hills, to open seas...

This is something fun to do, find 3 to 5 random words somewhere (a book, Wikipedia, a movie, a conversation with someone), doesn't matter if they are related or not,I guess the more random the better, then turn them into a story, It can be quite hard.
SO I tried it, my words: boy, hill, sea.
My story ended up being a lot more figurative than what I thought, but it was fun to do. Hope you like it! (I mean if there's someone out there reading this)

There was once a little, boy, quite the normal type of boy, but he was lonely and sadness would often take a hold of him. Everything he knew had always been there and surprises for him were unknown.
The valley where he lived was dry, but great rivers crossed it and the view across the land seemed to never end. Not many trees grew in the valley but there was a tree that stood tall and with wide arms, a tree that the boy never saw grow, for it had always been there since before he was born. The tree was so tall and so old, that it seemed like the slightest wind blow could bring it down. Such was the danger that the old tree could cause, that everyone decided to cut it down.
As deranged as the idea sounded, everyone thought it was the right thing to do and with glowing innocent eyes the little boy saw how the tree tumbled down to the ground with a loud thunderous roar.
All eyes looked away for none had the strength to witness such loss; and then night fell upon the valley and all heads were laid down, eyes were shut and the doors to dreams were open, as if nothing had happened that day.

Tiny little drops on the still sleepy leaves, began to capture sunlight like if it was theirs and soaring with glistening beauty out came the sun bringing back everything to life, all but the old tall tree, that now layed dead on the ground.
Heads popped out of windows and eyes were opened to stare at the beautiful morning, then the air was filled with noises from people doing all kinds of activities, laughs, screams, talking all going on at once, but something had changed and was unfamiliar to all the staring eyes.
Up across the the view, where the old tree used to stand, something was visible and there it stood , stunning, large and still.
It was a hill like all the ordinary ones we usually see, but lets not forget this was a valley and they never thought they had hills. The hill was so dry like if nothing had ever wanted to grow there, and silent as if no one had ever wanted to speak about it, and all eyes saw it but none loved it for it was too lonely, too quiet, too new.
Somone though saw it and wouldn't stop staring at it, the little boy, even sat down to appreciate such an unkown new thing and he loved it. He loved it so much that he was almost too happy that the tall tree that once stood there was gone, gone to reveal such an unkown beauty, and joy filled his heart.
You may wonder, how or why this boy would love such a thing that was or looked so ordinary, so dull, so dead, but aren't we often reminded to not judge things on what they look like, but true we still fail to do so.

Then, again night fell just like thin black paint being soaked by a sponge and everything grew dark, by then the boy now lay in bed.

As the days went on, the boy would always stop to look at the hill, and admire it, same thing every day, he just couldn't help but stare at it.
Until one day he felt like if that hill needed him, since it looked lonely, it was almost like if the hill was calling him.
The boy's legs seemed to be too short and too tired as he ran towards the hill with much enthuthiasm, till he reached that hill his heart was racing like it had never done, and felt like it had stopped the very moment his feet reached the top, and wind blew on his sweaty forehead. He felt new, alive, so joyful that his smile was almost too big for his tiny face.
He had found happiness.

Time as you well know has a way to trick us and what seemed like days were weeks and weeks were months and soon enough it had been a long time since the boy had met the hill that had now become his favorite place to be. Up from that high friend, he would sit and watch his home and all that had once appeared to be lonely wasn't too bad, in fact, up from the hill he started to love and be happy about everything he could see and that he used to dislike. Truly that hill had changed his life just like the winter goes from pale, cold to vivid, colorful spring.

The boy sitting up above that hill had become part of the landscape, as if it was a picture, but still no one loved the hill, but it was sure more likable now that it wasn't too lonely.

Years passed and the boy had now become more of a young man, but his hill was still the same, colorless, dry, hill. So the boy decided to change the hill for he had changed but the hill had not.
He painted flowers and colored grass on its face and then planted his heart on the hill's top, and with time and patience out grew a tiny little tree.
A very peculiar tree indeed, since it grew out of love.
Since then the boy would water the tree, and smell the flowers and lay on the grass, truly had the hill not only change the boy but the boy had changed that hill.

All eyes would then not only stare at the distance like if all they would see was the same hill, but now they all saw the hill and wished it was theirs, and they now wanted that hill with the same, brave love that, the boy once loved it with.

Flowers bloomed, the tree grew and the green fresh grass colored the hill, but underneath the melting sun, all the valley seemed dead, the hill was now loved and wanted, and everyone wished they could sit under their shade or feel their fresh grass or smell its yellow flowers.
So to the boy's surprise one day children were sitting under the tree, and watching them play on the hill reminded him of the day he first, ran up there.

We all know when children love something its not easy for them to let go, so they came back to the hill day after day and soon there were so many of them, that our boy couldn't go up there any more and all he could do was watch the hill from down below the valley, anxiously waiting for the day he could go back.

Sadly that day seemed to never come back, for as hard he tried there were always be other people at the hill, it just made them so happy.
Until one day he went up to the hill after a very long time, and as he walked towards he began to wonder what was it going to be like when he finaly got there again. When he placed both feet up on the hill top, he saw the valley, and it had changed, since he had not seen it from this view in a while, many things were diferent and he looked up at the tree and it was tall, taller than he thought it could ever be, and now there were more than just yellow flowers, but colorful bunches of other flowers.
He then realized that the hill did not need him any more, everyone had been taking care of it and it was happy, colorful and alive, it was like if all others had done a better job at caring for it than he had.

He then thought of what to do, for he had no where to go, and that hill was everything he ever felt happy to be with, but as he looked across the valley, he saw something he had never seen before, it stretched out like a big serpent, and it went on till as far as his eyes could see. He then saw where it began, but his heart sank like if it had the heaviest load of the heaviest material in it, and it was hard for him to think of something else but the hill.
With his heart softly beating and slowly sinking, he walked away from the hill, knowing that happiness for now had failed to prevail, and the hill didn't care to see him go.

Giving lazy short steps he reached the path and saw it was long. Trying not to look back at the hill or the valley behind him, he started his journey off on the long motionless snake. Memories started to reach his mind, and sadness followed him, ready to grip his hand.

Why? we would think had the hill forgotten him or why would it not love him anymore. Well you see, sometimes really sad unexpected things must happen for us to find happiness again, like that old tree had to die in first place so that the boy could see that hill, it was now perhaps that he had the chance to find happiness somewhere else. At the end its all really a part of a perfect plan designed by The Someone who just won't ever fail.

He followed the path for what seemed a life time, and so many things along the way, were things he never expected to see. Through fierce storms, cold nights and intense long days ,he walked, wondering for how long his journey would go on for.
When suddenly his eyes met beauty again and his body shook back alive in amazement, just like when one is suddenly schocked. It was blue like the sky, but seemed far larger than it, and if it was sky why was it laying on across the land, and it moved gently but yet strongly, with coming and going long strokes.
The air then flew by the boy's ear and whispered something, that made the boy ran across the thick , hot, caramel sand with childish leaps but before his feet could touch the sea he stopped.
Something was unique, the blue waving giant, didn't ever seem to finish, and no hills, or trees, or anything could be spotted, excpet for a floating brown thing that was tied to a pole on the shore.
Ignorant of what he was doing , the boy untied the boat , and got on it, and off he sailed into deeper, unkown waters and happiness was with him and all other things he had once lived were now far memories.
He lifted his head, with enthuthiasm and opened his eyes as wide as he could, because out far beyond on the blue sea, he saw something he had never seen before. Strangely there were tress growing out the sea but not only trees but there was alos land.¡ and the boy wrinkled his forehead in consternation, for it could not fit his mind, how this could real, but it was, and it was as if this island was waiting, for all he could see was utterly beauteous.

So excitement and joy took a hold of him and he sailed, singing at the wind and smiling at the sun, for good days were soon to come.

It's time to smile you all! Sad days will not stay forever even when one fears they will. God knows what he's doing , and sometimes its through all this suffering that we realize how loving He is and that is something far beyond all we comprehend, but He's definitely got some good, joyful days for you a head, indeed He does! if only we seek Him truly.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Desktop Inspiration

Give it up for good old times!
Dear technology has been sinking us into an untalented world.
True! Everything now seems much easier, faster but, better?
Just recently Ive been thinking about how much the good old times have been fading along the way with the strong emergence of not so dull devices that are able to do much more than what we can, for less (less what? fun probably!)
Push a button to get soda, or gum, or chocolate or anything our lazy heads can think of.
Seriously, wasn't it much more fun to take a walk and get some ice cream than just driving your car to get it, or riding your bike to get pizza, or having to sit long hours on a desktop because there were no laptops.
Or do you remember buying your favorite disc at a store, or seeing your favorite book on a shelf on a colorful book store, and wanting to get it asap, when now a couple clicks can get you all that you like, while you are ,what? sitting on your couch trying to decide whether its more comfortable to keep your legs up on the couch or not... lame!
I want to treasure as much of the old things as I can like drinking a cold, flavor exploding coke out of a glass coke bottle (with, i'd like to teach the world to sing, playing on the background haha), or just doing your favorite thing the old way.
You older people out there might be saying, oh wait aren't you like too young to say all this, believe me so many things have changed just recently so glad I can still enjoy some of them at least while they're still here.
So take a sip out of the cup of old joyful memories, and get up walk, run, read, eat, but not technology... or even better go type on an old desktop see what I'm talking about, for yourselves!

Monday, February 28, 2011

Hide your clocks,timers and alarms!

Today I turned 19!
Life for me would be hard to describe: it can be long or short, or short and slow, or long and fast...
I thought about how crazy this moment would be, this is my very last year being a teenager (and for all those who know me you know how much I joke about becoming boring after your 20 hahaha) seriously as much as I am thankful to God for all His mercies, blessings, and abundant grace, I still wish I could find the PAUSE button somewhere and press it.
Thankfully I can understand, we are not eternal time moves on, we can one day be all that we are, and the next, everything's gone, its life! We shouldn't expect it to be an everlasting/unchanging/unmoving pond where we can just swim around and be the same old boring fish all the time. It's how its supposed to work.
So I tell you, looking throughout my life I have been able to see that God has been working everything out, since the very first second that I caught my first breath, to the moment when I reached eternal life through His grace, to the time when I shall forever be with Him. He's been there, He is here, He will be there!
So lets stop seeing life as the reason why watches, diaries, clocks, timers, newspapers and all that time telling, time stopping stuff , was made for; life was made for us let God take full control of, and to be used according to His plans, and so that they could bring glory to Him!
SO PLEASE!! hide clocks, timers, alarms and all!! Don't worry God's there and He's waiting for you to let Him take full control of your life!
Just let Him do it and enjoy life with a big smile! :)

(by the way... what I said about hiding clocks, and alarms, it was just an illustration, I dont want you late for anything tomorrow :D )

Monday, February 21, 2011

Sit back, read, have some coffee and enjoy!

Have you ever had those moments where you feel extremely happy, relaxed and thoughtful? that it even seems to be background music playing? Like maybe walking down a hill during the sunset or sitting on some fresh green grass.
Yes we all crave for those moments in life where we can just take deep breathe , thank God for life, sit back and enjoy the moment! and oh how much we enjoy those moments.
Just this morning I was thinking about this, when ,on my everyday travel to school I was looking at the sun rising and reaching every single tree top to unveil a beautiful green, brown and blue collage of trees, rocks, and sky. I was so inspired so many thoughts came to my mind and it was like the perfect time to just, sit back, watch and stop thinking! ( although a nap would have been wonderful) it was beautiful! Also like a month ago something similar happened when in our backyard the hammock was hanging on the trees and I went for a walk decided to sit and then there was a beautiful sunset taking place, (yes I had to share that on facebook because it was that of a remarkable moment).
So no matter what you consider relaxing, quiet and beautiful, just enjoy the moment and be happy, thank God for life, sit back and enjoy! You will feel extremely good afterwards, trust me I am doing it now, as I am sitting by the window drinking some good afternoon honduran coffee as I type.

So you just sit back, read, have some coffee and enjoy!