I KNOW IT HURTS HONEY!

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Don’t waste your precious time!

The more you want it, the longer you are willing to stay in pain. It’s simply the determination to conquer the thing, we can’t reach no matter how hard we try. It took me 59 years before I gave up. I prayed and I cried. I asked God the “why’s.” Nothing ever changed. Some desires are just not to be obtained. I paid my dues. I put in the work. I’m done! I’m finally at peace. Lo Que será, será! Just as simple as that. Good is working something in you and out of you. I’m waiting on him in perfect peace!

I Remember my Dad!

I miss you!

You went to Heaven. To the place, we will share one day for eternity. The home we did not have together when I was young and innocent. One day I will experience living with my dad for the first time and forever.

My days will not be sad, nor will I have to cry for you like when I was a child. I only wanted to know who you are. I will tell everyone that I had what they have, a dad!

In my younger years, I missed you terribly. I am glad for the day you came to meet me. I was thirteen, a skinny and scared child.

Driving the almost thirty-five miles was not as terrible or scary as you thought. My grandfather was not even present to complain. Everyone welcomed you with open arms, even my stepdad.

That early afternoon I saw a white Cadillac approaching. Or was it a Town Car? I was too young to recognize the difference. I hid for a while. I knew in my heart that car brought to me, my dad.

I do not know how I knew. Things of the Spirit that dwelleth in me since I was noticeably young? He is still with me, my comfort, my counselor.

For the first time, I will see his face. Do I look like him or just like my mom? I loved you from the moment I saw you. Your eyes told me how excited you were to see me, or was it that you remembered the old romance you had with my mom? Who knows, the heart is complicated. It could have been a combination of feelings, that is all.

Thank you, dad. You showed up and share with me a little bit of what others have for a lifetime. I remember my Quinceanera. You made me feel incredibly special.

One day in the future, we will be together forever. We will have a HOME. A home like the normal kids have. That is how I felt through the years. Different, unwanted, unfit to be a part of that family, except for my loving stepdad.

It is a terrible thing to bear. Fathers pay attention. Your child may be suffering silently in your absence.

Pasado Pisado

¿Cuantos cuentos podemos contar de los altibajos que la vida nos ha brindado? Sin mucho esfuerzo nos desesperamos porque no podemos borrar de nuestra mente los cuentos más dolorosos de nuestro pasado.

Es que esos sucesos dolorosos nos hicieron en nuestro ser más estragos que los momentos que alguna vez disfrutamos. Suele ser de esta manera para muchos que se quedan detenidos sin poder perseguir su destino. Para otros son los peldaños que con angustia los llevan hasta la anciana cima de la colina.

“Pasado Pisado” dice un refrán que por ahí oí decir. ¿Será tan fácil como cambiarse el calzado o es que debemos ponerle más empeño? Un paso, uno más y verás como aquello que te robó el sueño es ahora solo un recuerdo que duele pero que no te estanca.

Que te perturba la mente de vez en cuando pero no te desaparece los deseos de forjar una mejor vida para ti y los retoños que te dio o te dará la vida. Porque mas triste que aquella herida es ver pasar los años sin vencer aquella historia que una vez te robó la autoestima.

Esfuérzate y se valiente, ármate de valor y a pasos cortos, quizás con pereza y muchos estragos pon tu mirada en las bendiciones que Dios desde un principio para ti designo.

Esas bendiciones son tuyas, reclámalas sin pena porque con tu Nombre, El las creó y a ningún otro nombre ellas responden.

WHILE YOURS MANIFEST!

Nothing is more selfish than raining on someone’s parade. Not only learn to celebrate others like it is your accomplishment but help them to get there sooner. Anyone who is faithful in the little things will receive his portion in due time.

Nada es más egoísta que llover sobre el desfile de alguien. No solo aprenda a celebrar a los demás como si fuera su logro, sino que también ayúdelos a llegar antes. Aquellos que son fieles en las pequeñas cosas recibirán su porción a su debido tiempo.

BE FAIR!

We can be guilty of hurting innocent people when we make them the target of our anger.

I was recently discussing this issue with a young mother in my family. I told her that youth brings with it the energy to engage in unnecessary rivalry and hatred.

Maybe, is the hormones in an uproar; who knows. In short, it won’t be until very late in life that they will realize how ridiculous it is to keep the flame of discord alive.

In the meantime, we are the targets of their ignorant confrontations that lack any shred of evidence about the reason to be mad.

May God help us because, with these conflicts, we affect not only the adults in our family but also innocent children.

Podemos ser culpables de herir a personas inocentes cuando las convertimos en el objeto de nuestra ira. Recientemente estuve discutiendo este tema con una joven madre de mi familia. Le dije que la juventud trae consigo la energía para participar en una rivalidad y odios innecesarios.

Tal vez, las hormonas están alborotadas; quién sabe. En resumen, no será hasta muy tarde en la vida que se darán cuenta de lo ridículo que es mantener viva la llama de la discordia.

Mientras tanto, somos el objeto de sus confrontaciones ignorantes que carecen de cualquier prueba sobre la razón para estar enojados.

Que Dios nos ayude porque, con estos conflictos, afectamos no solo a los adultos de nuestra familia sino también a niños inocentes.