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...

My life is not like a movie...

My life is not like the movies with superficial things... My life is a movie designed to show REAL life  ... A movie that changed its title with the many years that go by. From" The girl with green eyes" to " The woman who loves" ... A short movie?A long movie? My movie is a show, with 10,000 episodes... Same actors, but in every episode they change. Not only do they get wrinkles, but you start to see the fingerprints of their director in their lives. We have a director who knows everything, we learn from him how to play our roles, not as we want, but how he wants us to play, how it needs to be played... There have been episodes in the past when we played as we wanted, but our director, full of love, deleted the episodes that we had messed up when played by our own rules. If you would ask Him about those episodes He would answer with a question: "What episodes are you talking about?" Sometimes we watch our shows along with our directors from the past and he shows them to us  just to emphasize how valuable those days were. He also shows us how we've changed over the time. There were episodes so empty, and others so full of meaning ... Those empty ones were too full of us and those with full meaning, were filled by him ... there will be other episodes... The actors remain the same as the director, but now, closer to us, more valuable than yesterday ...

Looking at movies, actors  attract more attention but we give so little credit to the director of the movies, we don't even know his/her name ... And, without a movie director there is no movie...
The Mighty God is my life's director, and I want to play my role, directed bu Him...

... living words...

Words, they have their own history, a history that won't be forgotten, a history that is written in Eternity. We live in the present, the future is not ours and the past is gone, but the words live in the past and in the present. The words can live long, longer than we do. They like to be written on papers, and without even knowing they are sculptured in people's hearts.... The words are not just a combination of letters that we learn once and forever, the words can give life or they can take it... A good word, stretches his arms knowing that it brings so much joy, peace, love. The unpleasant word, touches the lips, feels pain, doesn't want to be heard, it doesn't even want to have been whispered, and it wants to hide in some untouchable places ... Words would prefer to live on their own, without us ... We, people don't know how to use  them ...

And I think to myself...

What a wonderful world...

Dear God, it's February, yes, and it's my Birthday. You sure know, because you were there at the beginning  You formed me. You created me with so much love with so much care. I don't remember much from when I was little, but I remember YOU, because you gave me such loving and faithful parents toward YOU. Thank you... God, I'm overwhelmed by your LOVE, a love with no end. You've been pouring your blessings over my life for 29 years and YOU were always on time. I love you, I love you Lord. You are great, you are powerful, you are my creator. There weren't things in my life too hard, too painful, because you were there all the time. You've been protecting my every step, because YOU promised to  guide my feet. When there were painful days, you prepared every single minute, you send people that encouraged me. God, you know when I had given up on YOU, but You never gave up on me, never... You've kept waiting on me, when YOU are the Creator of the Universe. You gave me eyes to see and ears to listen. Not just to see Your beautiful creations, but to see YOU, to hear YOU. You blessed me more, when you put me in a Church  where they have taught me how to obey YOU... I'm so thankful. This is you my LORD. This life, my life is all about YOU and may it never be about me...

Make me a repairer of the breach!!!

  From my window, from their windows I see, bricks, dust and dirt. Sometimes I also see myself knocking down what others have built and build, without wanting, without having to submit effort ... And, most often, I see myself braking down what God builds, and this fills my heart with so much pain ... I don't want to tear down what HE builds, and I feel so much pain when others break down everything into dust.
     God knew that, man, tends to break down what others build thinking  that if they'll tear down others people work,  they will prosper in theirs...
    I want to be, Repairer of breaches. I want You to teach me how to be that way. My faith to be always accompanied by facts and my actions to build up what others tear down. My words, my attitude, my thoughts, to be concrete ... And so, helped by you to become, yes, to become repairer of  breaches ...

I want to build my house in Heaven...

I want to build my house in Heaven, a house of words spoken at the right time, words God created me to speak. I want to build a house of my good deeds, full of faith. I want to have a huge  table in heaven to invite those with whom I was generous here on Earth. I want to have a large living room and want it to be full of people who have been touched by GOD through me ... I want my house to be made ​​of glass, that those who will enter, won't see my walls, my deeds,  but they would see God's creation, see God, see  Heaven ...