Wounds that empower…

Sometimes life hurts. Seasons of sadness are inevitable. Sometimes your heart becomes wounded to the point where it feels like it can beat no more. Nevertheless, it keeps beating desipite your your circumstance. In that moment, the steady beat is given to you as a reminder that life and resilience exist within you. The beating… Read More

The day when I had to choose between God and the girl

I was aware of her traumatic childhood. I was also aware of how it had impacted her life. Her father was extremely abusive to her mother and to the family. In fact, she bore a small scar near her eye from a brick that her father had flung at her when she was little. Her experiences caused her to be abrasive in her interactions at times. She could be distrusting of people and it took a while to gain her trust. Read More

The difference between a “miracle” and a “work”

There is a difference between a miracle and a work. – Miracles are instantaneous. A “work”, on the other hand, is a process. – While all of us love miracles, most of the time God chooses to do a “work” in us. – While it may require time and patience, you can be assured that… Read More

Stop trying to find your life

You have everything you need to be fully alive and present in this moment. – The question is, “What are you going to do with it?” – You have the choice to live from a place of scarcity or a place of abundance. How you view your life is completely up to you…. I can… Read More

Racism, the gospel, and I

“Go to the office right now!”, he yelled at me. His faced radiated with redness, as his voice embodied the rage he held inside. There was no doubt that he was angry, and I, a mouthy-relentless-teenager was the object of his anger. “Get out!”, he yelled again, as he pointed his finger to the doors of gym. Read More

Why I don’t want to assimilate

As I walked away, I began to think about experiences that I’ve had since childhood. As a 3rd generation Mexican-American, I could only dream of people embracing my cultural uniqueness…. Read More

What I learned from a gentle hand squeeze

As we went for our daily walk, I reached out and grabbed her hand. I felt safe with her, and I had felt this way since we first met. Unbeknown to her, underneath my boisterous personality, was a broken child who feared the world and trusted no one. Yet, her presence seemed to magically remove the fear and worry that filled my mind. Read More