Humanity – what happened to us?

Last night I wrote a short essay on what defines us as humans. What saddens me is that I believe that those essential parts of what makes us who we are, are being lost. While animals are capable of caring and love, what sets us apart from them is the fact that we can choose to unite and support one another. We can choose to create an environment of equality and hope, yet instead we are taking this gift that God has given us and thrown it in the trash. God’s purpose for us was not to kill, hate and destroy each other. His purpose for us was to be stewards of the blessings He has provide. When was the last time you showed compassion to someone? The last time you reflected your humanity on this world? We are too caught up in our own selfishness to realize that we are destroying this beautiful world that God created for us.

While I know a huge part of the chaos in the world began with the “fall” of man, I believe God has given us the opportunity to redeem ourselves. Yet we haven’t….in fact we have done the exact opposite. The Bible tells us that when Cain killed Abel, Abel’s blood cried out to God (Gen. 4:10). How many more souls have died today whose blood is crying out to God. How many lives are suffering because humanity refuses to act human. Instead we want power, wealth, fame, control….

How can we continue to be human when we believe that one person’s hurt is more important than another. That one person who is suffering deserves less compassion because of their ethnicity, gender, location, culture. We as humans have been called to care for this world. We have been called to care for each other. Yet we are refusing to do just that.

I am glad that we have an everlasting hope of our Father Jesus, and that He has bestowed on us His grace and compassion, but what are we doing with it. When are we going to start acting human again?


When you totally bomb an oral presentation

I don’t know about you but when I totally bomb an oral presentation I usually just want to hide my head in a hole. Luckily I’m at a seminary so everyone was really nice and supportive. So how does one bomb an oral presentation? Lemme just tell you….

  1. You pick a book about a religion or topic you know nothing about.
  2. You purchase the book that you’re presenting on through Kindle and your computer erases all the notes and highlights you’ve been doing for the last couple of weeks.
  3. You don’t take a good look at the rubric for the presentation and think it is similar to the rubric for the paper….yea it’s not the same thing.
  4. When you read the book you focus on one topic and it happens to NOT be the focus you were supposed to look at.
  5. Your slide show sucks so you choose not to use it in the last minute.
  6. You apologize profusely to your classmates for not having “it” together.
  7. You say that “this” book was not your friend.
  8. Instead of presenting for 20 minutes you present for about 8-10.

On a positive note, I kicked butt on the Q & A. It’s not that I did not get the book(well that was part of it), its just that my presentation was HORRIBLE!

Staying busy!

So this past weekend I got 2 awesome emails which will keep me even busier than what I already am. Who would want that?? Apparently me! I guess working full time, going to school, teaching Sunday school and singing in the choir was not doing enough. You are now looking at the coordinator of the “Kid Zone” VBS classes for my church, as well as a new contributing blogger for Juan of Words blog site. Both are super exciting opportunities for me, and both I’ve had some experience with, but not to this level.

Email 1 was from my friend Juan who has an awesome blog about Mexican lifestyle and Latino culture. When I first got the email last week I was wondering if he really sent that to me. I had to read it a couple of times to make sure. Then when I was sure I was like whoa! I felt so humbled at the fact that they would think of me when looking for something to contribute. Like most of you who are now following my blog know, I’m pretty new to this whole blog thing. So today was my official “first day” of posting a blog. Feel free to check it out here.

The 2nd email was from our Sunday School department asking me to coordinate the “Kid Zone” area of our VBS program this summer. Basically I will be in charge of the section for 4-5 year olds. It might not seem like a big deal for you guys but it’s actually a really awesome opportunity too. Every year my church ( The Pentecostals of Katy) do a HUGE VBS program. It’s always over the top, and the kids always have a blast! This year’s theme is Carnival Coaster Crazy….or something like that lol. So basically we’re thinking of these awesome ideas to decorate our church and what not. Last year’s theme was Sky, we did some pretty crazy awesome decorating for it.Image

If you look closely there’s a plane hanging from the ceiling and that was just the beginning.

So those two things added with everything else going on in my life are going to continue to keep me a pretty busy girl. Like I’ve said before, I love being busy and well seeing as I’m not taking any classes this summer, I’ll haves some down time.

I’ll keep you guys updated with all that’s going on.

Don’t forget to check out my Juan of Words blog every once in a while to see more of my post.


Have you ever had one of those days where you just sat and thought? You have all these things, dreams, ideas, visions of what you want to happen. It can be about your future, that night, that day, the next month. Then you get so overwhelmed but you don’t know how to stop.

IDK maybe it’s just me, but lately I’ve been having it happen more and more. It’s weird because  I’m no longer dreaming of my future. Where will I be in 5 years, what does life have in store for me. Mostly I’m wondering why I’m doing what I’m doing. I ask myself what have I done with my life. Or what will my next be idea be for tomorrow.

I’m 30 years old. When I was 18, I had all these plans, then when I turned 20 they changed. They changed again at 21, and then again at 22. At 25 I finally “knew” what I was doing with my life. Then at 28 everything changed again. Before it was every couple of years, but now I find myself changing my mind and wanting to head in new directions every day. I have a new “dream” job every day.

In the past 4 months of 2013 I have wanted to do a bunch of random things like ASAP. Not in 5 years, but I want to do this NOW. Then I’ll start thinking about how realistic that would be and it brings me back to reality. Its weird because a lot of the things I’ve been thinking are not really stable options for me . Things like quit my job, or move to a different state, or kick out my roommates. Other things require TONS of commitments, start a small business, fostering/adopting a child, going to school full time. It’s like I go from one extreme to another. I get really excited and motivated and started filling out applications, or making business plans, etc. only to be brought back to reality.

Granted I have always been a dreamer. I have always had these totally crazy plans, and the moment I knew it wasn’t going to happen, I would go and and make another “plan”. Now I’m not so sure. I know I want to open a non-profit. A community center, but I don’t know how realistic that is anymore. I wonder if it’s just another “dream” that I won’t fulfill. I wonder what the point of going to school is. I wonder how is it that I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do when I grow up. I also wonder if anyone else has ever felt this way.

I feel like I need a purpose. When people ask why I’m going to school, I tell them because I want to. It’s what I need to do. I enjoy it. I’m doing it for me.

When they ask what kind of job I can get with this degree I say “…..good question….” I have no idea. I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.


Il Travatore

So today I went to my 2nd Opera and I must say I enjoyed far more than my first one. Perhaps its because I’m older, or maybe because the people I went with appreciate the Opera more. Whatever the reason, it was a pretty nice experience, the orchestra was GREAT, the seats were AWESOME and i was with fabulous people! I was a little confused at first because I missed the first half, but I liked that I was able to get caught up with all the characters right away.

I’m still a little confused by how it ended. I feel like it was a cliff hanger. I was like wait whose mother did what? A brother of who? I had too many questions. Also is it bad that I felt sorry for the “bad” guy. I mean he couldn’t help that he fell in love with the girl that was already taken.

My favorite character of course had to be Leonora. I’m not sure who played her, but she did an awesome job! However my favorite part of the night would probably have to be the parts where my friends and I recalled what opera songs had played on the Bugs Bunny cartoons.

Either way I had a really good time and I can’t wait until I see my next one!!


The above image was obtained from Operanut.

A not so distant past

Last week I had the opportunity to visit the National Mexican Art Museum and I must say it brought back a ton of memories of my childhood.

While I did not grow up in Mexico, I would spend every summer for about 2 months either in Durango or with my grandparents in Eagle Pass, Texas, where if you asked me, crossing the threshold of my grandparent’s house, I was in Mexico.

I remember the colors of the houses. It could be the cloudiest day, the roads no longer roads but mud pits, but the houses remained vibrant and rich in colors. Pink, red, and green houses, with lace curtains and plastic covered sofas to keep the dirt off of them. I remember the patios/front porches where we would sit outside on the white iron furniture and gaze at the stars or sit across a fire talking about life. Even then I was fascinated by my family’s history. Who was that? How are they my cousins? Y luego que paso? And then what happened? I remember the loving arms of my grandmothers as they would play with my hair. Answering any and every questions my curious mind could think of. I remember sitting with my distant cousins and new friends asking them about what it was like to grow up in Mexico.

Mostly I remember playing, ALL day!!! My favorite was playing restaurant with my brother at my ‘Buelita Juanitas house. We had mini everything! Plates, cups, trastes, cucharas. The following photos represent what I used to love about being a child with a Mexican heritage.


I must have had this exact set growing up. If I would have known my dad could have made a  “kitchen” like this for me I so would have made him do it. I think it’s awesome! I will definitely do something like this for my children.


This piece was called the “History of Mole” again you’ll find the dishes I’m fond of, and since I’m a HUGE fan of Mole I had to get a picture of this.

ImageTHis last picture reminds me of all the vibrant colors that existed in Mexico. The U.S was a world of beige, browns and dark greens, with an occasional floral pattern in the mix. But Mexico was a world where everything was brighter and louder and more exciting, even skeleton toys from Guanajuato.

Pieces of you

I can hear your voice

It lives within me

In the memories I have of you

Telling me to make you proud

I can feel your arms wrap around me


Letting me know how much you love me

Telling me that you will carry me if I need you to

I can smell your scent

A mix of fertilizer and roses

A mix of Brutt and Old Spice

Reminding me of what you’re made of

Brutt, in that you were always firm

Not backing down from a challenge

Old Spice because you were a flirt

Always inviting me to dance even if we didn’t know how.

You were a giant in my eyes

You were a man’s man

Yet never turing away from this little girl’s hugs

You were and will always be

Mi Luna que brilla en la noche.