The BEFORE and AFTER

I love the "BEFORE" and the "AFTER" in remodeling. I love when rooms get transformed. I've seen old, and messed up homes looking clean and different in less than a week... 

But more I love the before and after in people's life... The before meeting Jesus and after... It takes 72 hours to remodel one room, but it takes years to become different, better, wiser, smarter... 

It takes work, a lot of work, but I love when I see myself better than yesterday, I love when people around me grow and change in the process... I love what God does in us... He is the only one who can make our after look nothing as our before... 

Me, and the "new" Prodigal Son...

Everybody sees him wasting money, drinking and living a wild life. We think this story is not about us, it's about those who don't love God, it's about them who live that way... But I see ourselves in this picture. We are sitting at the same table with our Heavenly Father. We are called his children, having all that belongs to him, and happens that we want to try to live this life on our own, for us. In his love for us our Father gives us blessing that we don't deserve, even if we decide to leave that table. We wake up in the morning and our hearts still beats, we can breath. We have been given one more day, and than one more and so on. But we, waste all we have been given for us, for our pleasure, thinking only about our money, our homes, our businesses, thinking that we build everything, not paying attention that there is nothing that can be built thinking only about ourselves. No, the story of the prodigal son is not only about those who stay in the bars wasting money, it's about us, Christians whom had been given so much and we waste it only for our pleasure not noticing others needs...

Let's come to our senses, and go back where we belong, at the table with our Father, where we can learn how to live this life not wasting a minute...

Win yourself...

The biggest victory in life is the victory over yourself...

Can we call this vapor, life?

I see GOD from a distance, waiting, waiting, and waiting. We pass by and never say a word, or say a few. We are to busy with our lives. Which lives? Can we call this vapor, a life? Can we call this life? Too busy, way to busy investing in what doesn't add nothing to our place there, where the real life is... Why are we so caught in this circle. Don't we have to be different? I'm not saying that it is bad to have everything in this world. But I am finding myself so much worried about tomorrow, about next year, that I'm getting tired of myself, and I think, this doesn't please God... I find myself doing nothing significant, small or big. I need to remind myself that I am here for a while, and I am here to make a difference...

The video that bothered me...

I was watching a sermon the other day and started to bother me so much because I couldn't see the whole picture. That's how I saw the preacher, with half head.

 I was thinking how to write them that the video shows just half of the preacher's head, and maybe they didn't notice. And, let me tell you, this was not the first time I watched a sermon thinking what's wrong with the video guy.

But... I didn't know that the problem wasn't the video guy. The problem was me. I didn't move the mouse enough to see the whole picture. The video was alright. I was wrong. 

And here is the lesson learned from this: THE PROBLEM IS NOT ALWAYS IN OTHERS, THE PROBLEM IS HOW WE SEE THEM, and HOW WE LOOK AT THEM...

Truth about life...

Remember, it depends only on you what kind of person you'll have next to you in life...

Two words traveling the word...

The other day I saw two words traveling the world... One of them was building bridges everywhere the other one was building walls. I was so excited to see how the first one conquered so much territory  helping others travel easy and far. But, the second word  was living between the walls. He made the walls so thick that nobody could see or hear him... When he was still in the process of being created, he had a brother, the one who builds bridges around the world. They had been best friends, and shared so many memories together. They both had thought about building bridges, bridges that will last forever,bridges that will make means of traveling much faster. They had a dream,to enrich more people... They'd been planing every step and had set goals. They had so much fun waiting for their time to come. They had learned to be patient for their ONE day. And, that day had come. They were waiting in the line holding their breath, both excited about their future. The first word became alive, and started building right away with so much joy, passion, and love... The second word had come alive too, but the first word didn't hear anything. Instead he saw tears in the second words eyes and figured out that his dream and direction had been shout off... He was sad even though it wasn't his fault .. He was so ashamed of himself that he started to build walls, thick walls so nobody could see or hear him... To all who still hear the words that others have shut themselves not to, please use words to build bridges. Build bridges not walls...