Old Girl Dead, New Girl Reborn.....

Good morning Family, I just recently learned yet another lesson about our God and how powerful He truly is. Two weeks ago, I lost my uncle. He's one that holds a VERY deep and special place in my heart. So of course, I was devastated. I probably cried the hardest and most painful tears that I've cried in a long time. It was a blow I didn't expect, which made it all the worse. It was a very difficult Sunday for me. One I'll never forget.  What I did not realize is, about a year ago, this uncle had a stroke and my prayer became "God just don't take him from us before I'm ready. I just don't know what I'll do." It seems like a selfish prayer, but it came from a place of honesty. I knew what I could not handle. And I needed to be real about it. From that time all the way up until that devastating phone call 2 weeks ago, I felt exactly the same. Nothing emotionally felt like I had changed in any way. Not about that. I had no idea if God hear

My Beautiful Tio Manuel (Uncle Manuel) This week I lost you. Something I never expected to happen. You just went away on us. No notice. No warning. Our hearts and lives turned upside down  at the sound of someone's voice on a phone call on a beautiful day.  You had been sick a while. Yea, I get it, our time comes. But there were so many ups and downs over the years,  I guess I thought we'd always get notice that you were not well again...  At least before you went away. But i'm not mad about it at all.  I'm not mad that I didn't get a chance to see you alive. God obviously didn't want me to see you that sick.  Because even when we tried to get to you,  you were already moving back to Puerto Rico.  So I'm Grateful. I was told, that by that time,  you couldn't remember who the person was that you were looking at. I guess early alzheimers started to take hold of you. I'm honest with myself, if you didn'

Hi Family, I read this scripture this morning. I've read it many times before, and every time, I think first of how much I warn my son about how he helps people. I love his heart. He desperately wants people to be ok. How he wants people to be happy. But one thing I know is I was that same person. I have learned, partially the hard way, that sometimes I'm just not the best person to help you. I can't solve everyone's problems. I want to be able to be supermom, and super woman. But truth be told, there are certain areas that I may not be able to help someone in, because I may not be strong enough.  Can you imagine, someone drowning in a lake. And you are in the crowd of spectators watching in horror. But you can't swim. Are you the one who jumps in anyways, in a thoughtless but fully emotionally invested act? Possibly to lose both your lives?   Or are you the one who can quickly strategize and find the most experienced swimmer to have them jump in the lak