Daydreaming

Daydreaming...
Is it good? Is it bad? Does it cause you to dream big? Does it move you to discontent on finding it's only a dream?
I have found both questions to be true.
I love pinterest. I'm not a crazy pinner pinning everything she sees, but I like to scroll, search, and see other people's boards on many things. I don't like to pin something I don't intend on making. Pretty much everything I pin I put my hand at work.
But there is so much more I wish I could pin and I know I don't have the time.
And then I am tempted to pin "for the future" and this brings sadness to my heart.
What if that future never comes?
And I hate being peisimistic. Being optimistic has brought so much more.
However when I browse pinterest with an optimistic view I start listing all the things I want to learn to do:
Reupholster furniture, paint and stain wood, carpentry, sewing projects, gardening, baking, cooking, decorating, teachings, crafting.
I want to do it all.
You see, DIYing fills my heart with joy.
Putting my daughter's shoes on and seeing how gorgeous she looks on something I did just makes me smile.

I read a blog from a homemaker who dreams on having a homestead. I like her blog because of the healthy recipes she posts but more often than not I find her discontent on the fact that she desires a homestead so badly and she has to slowly build up from where she is. Even with all her disappointment of not being where she wants to, I see that she manages to get more and more done and come closer to her dream.

This makes me questions dreams. Some of your dreams won't come true. How will you cope with that? With a grateful heart? But more importantly, how far will you go to make your dreams happen? And this is where I tell this heart of mine to be still and wise and act with caution.

DIYing makes me extremely happy. It doesn't matter if it's 2 am in the morning and I'm still at work on my sewing machine and I have to get up early to go to work the next day. I am so happy doing a project I don't mind. But my body minds.
My body passes the check the next morning or the next week and my health is the on that's charged.
My family time is also charged with my love of DIYing.
Will I use the little time I have with my husband and daughter locked up in my craft room?  (Yes, feel free to be jealous; I have a craft room ^_^)
It all becomes a balancing act.
If Emmalee is asleep and the hubs has the need to play some FIFA on his PS3, then by all means use that time to enjoy some DIY, but otherwise, it's not the time.

I'm using a small example of "small" dreams that you pursue while you sacrifice another part of your life. Don't wait to have children because you want a bigger bank account or a your own house. Your fertility will not wait forever. Don't wait on getting married because you want to do this or that before. Do it with your husband!
A couple told us they didn't want to have kids yet because they wanted to travel first. Well, we already traveled with my daughter and we are planning on traveling again soon. And BTW, a baby's plane ticket is super cheap or no charge at all (depending on the plane company). I paid $33 for Emmalee on our flight to Panama.

And if yes, some dreams get put on hold or completely canceled, don't be discontent.
I see other women's blogs with their beautiful decorated houses or their gorgeous gardens or sewing projects. I think to myself: I could do that. But if I'm not doing it now at least be doing something that matters for eternity. At least be investing your dreams and energy and joy on things that matter to God like your family, your husband, your daughter, your neighbor, your friend in need, etc.

But I guess I would also tell my heart to no stop dreaming. Never stop trying, never stop pursuing, never stop learning and improving (always under God's will and guidance). To those that tell me they can't do the things I can I tell them I'm nothing especial. The difference between you and me is that I have tried to do it and succeed and you have never even tried.
Take joy on the little things. Take joy on how blessed you are to be alive and to know God.
I am thinking of doing some DIY posts on the blog but I don't want to forget why I started this blog.
It's not meant to be an "OOH! look at all the things I can make" or "see how creative and amazing I am." It's not meant to try to match the beautiful DIY blogs that has millions of readers. It's meant to record my life and what I learn from every breath I take and how I want with every breath give God glory.
And I must put DIYing under the scope and analyze what the Lord is trying to teach me with it: patience, contentment, wise use of my time, joy, hope and dreams, love.

My DIY is not perfect but is done with love.
Here are pics of Emmalee on her lovely DIY shoes (Seriously, baby shoes are so expensive and she'll wear them for two months tops. It's ridiculous. DIY is also good for the economy!)

And I got to decorate a baby shower with sweet friends (which makes DIY time so much better)

Yep, DIYing is fun! :)

Dear Emmalee/ 4 Months

Dear Emmalee,

You are now 4 months! 

You are now an international baby. We went to visit your grandma on Panama City and you were a darling on the airplane. People would look at you with a little fear of the rambunctious cries they thought you'd make, but you proved them wrong being a pleasant company on both rides. 

Everyone was crazy to meet you in Panama. The people you and I hadn't met yet but had showered us with gifts and prayers were a wonderful treat. They introduced you to the church and they prayed for you to live a life for Christ. 

This is my greatest desire for you. 

This I will instil in you, and I will guard and protect in you: That you love your God with all your heart and all your mind and all your strength.

Mommy got a little worried because you became very silent when we came back from Panama, but you are as boisterous as ever! You even wake up and "talk" to yourself in your crib a little every morning.

You are sleeping in your own room! So big girl of you! Daddy insisted because mommy would have kept you close forever, but it was for the best.

You got your first flu. :(

Mommy was vigilant and scared, but even sick you were giggly and affable.

Your new thing is to smile with your tongue out. Makes you look crazy, baby girl.

You LOVE standing up. You cry if I don't place you on your two feet when you want to. It's your most demanding moment. I don't mind. 

Life is so beautiful with you in it. Your favorite place to sleep is still on top of mommy.  

Your hair is as crazy as always, but soon it will be long enough for me to hold together under a headband. You look beautiful anyways. I just care because people won't stop nagging me to comb your hair (as if it can be tame! ^_^)

I am eternally greatful with God for your life, baby girl! You have blessed us beyond my imagination. 

I love you forever,

Mommy.

Heartbroken for my country

I'm here today with my heart broken.
I'm heartbroken to see the kind of planet we live in.
Lately the atheist I talk to no longer try to prove God is not real. My argument that evolution is also accepted by faith makes them not want to go there. Instead, they try to make me reject God with questions like: "How could your loving god kill everyone in the planet with a flood."
I was thinking in these questions the atheist like to make me and I was thinking "I wish God did the same today!"

Today I read of six year old little girl who lost her life riding the bus from school to her home because some man went in to rob the passengers and an armed passenger defended his hard earned, day's pay and started a shooting.
It breaks my heart I read stories like this every single day in my country. Sometimes more than one news a day. News of  a "friend" who killed a family in the heat of a soccer game and many drinks. News of a young man starting his small carpentry business and being killed because he refused to pay the extorsion from gangs. News of a man who killed a two year old girl because she was crying in the night and woke him up. News of a 15 year old girl and her body guard killed when a hitman shot so many bullets to the car they were riding he also killed a woman vendor in a fruit stand behind the car. Or a little boy shot in the chest while playing in his aunt's lap in their backyard because policeman and gang members were in a confrontation in their neighborhood, leaving the aunt and his sister in the hospital while mom was at work oblivious.
It breaks my heart you never hear news of any justice made or murderers captured.
It breaks my heart when our president has the nerve to go infront of the cameras and say there isn't much violence in my country when the city of San Pedro Sula is ranked as one of the most violent cities in the world.
My heart is broken. It hurts for my fellow country men that lose their lives in this narcotraffic, gang filled country of mine. I cry for the innocent that lose their lives for nothing, for corruption. I cry for the brave ones who tried to make a difference in the government and were killed, some alongside with their families.
Today I read the news of the eight year old boy who lost his life in the Boston explotions during the Boston marathon. He was just waiting for his dad to get to the finish line to cheer for him, to hug his dad and say congrats. But some evil men planted bombs to kill innocent for what? For what??!!!!

And so my broken heart thinks of men's evil, perverted hearts and understands why God would consume them with fire and water. If my heart is broken, I wonder if God's is also broken. God, Who hears the cries of the innocent pleading for their lives before murderers, Who sees men walk away from Him and bring suffering to his neighbor, must be heartbroken too.

It's a good thing God is God and I am not.
Today I weep for my country as the Spirit in me gently tells me to forgive and trust in God's justice. I weep eventhough I am reminded I must pray for my authorities even if they are corrupted. The Spirit reminds me to grab hold of love, peace, and joy instead of bitterness, anger, and hatred.
It reminds me to be grateful for the life I am given today and the fact that my loved ones are by my side.
It reminds me Jesus weeps with me as I weep for those in pain far away and so does He.

My heart goes to the families and victims of these horrible acts of violence. Let this be a reminder of life's fragility and how we must not lose time to give the Gospel. Go give someone near you the gospel today. Life in this earth is nothing compared to eternity. Let us not forget the Cross. Let our hearts be broken if someone does not know the beauty of Christ and what He did for us in the Cross. Today is the day.

Dear God,
Let this be my reaction to this violence in my country: that I might shine brighter with your gospel wherever I go! Use me to replace hatred and hurting with Your peace and love. Let us remember You were a victim of violence; You, Who is the Son of God and almighty, suffered for love for us. Thank You, Lord, for Your mercy and grace to this evil-doing mankind, for your mercy and grace to me!
I love You.

Our Panama Trip

It was such an enormous blessing to see my mom on Easter week.
My mom had been with us during December and Janaury to help with Emmalee's birth, but since there were so many post-partum complications, I didn't enjoy her company much because I was in alot of pain.
I was eager for her to see Emmalee and see how much she has changed and grown and how cute she is interacting with everyone.
Mom and Emmalee sure enjoyed their time together; it was the first time I heard Emmalee laugh out loud.
It was Emmalee's (obviously) and Rodol's first airplane trip!


Panama City is beautiful. We really enjoyed it.
On our first day we took a walk on the historic city center "Casco Viejo." We enjoyed buying some souvenirs for our loved ones back home and enjoying the beach and city skyline views for pictures together.

Next day we visited the Panama Canal Musuem. For a Civil Engineer husband, it was like entering a candy store.

We checked in on the Westin Hotel Resort that my mom got as a courtesy for all the medical conventions she has hosted there. Can I hear a "Woo hoo!" for free stay at a gorgeous new hotel? :)
Emmalee enjoyed her first time "in" the pool.

 I only let her feet in the pool because I considered her too young to be exposed to such chloride content. She rocked her bathing suit though!

Are you liking her matching headbands made by mommy?

Can I hear a "Hooray!" for fancy hotel meals?! The hotel had a barbacue themed night that had melts-in-your-mouth steak. Happy hubby again! Emmalee looked soooo cute on her formal dress.

After checking out of the hotel :(, we got to have a super fun, family bike ride down the Cosway.

Last day was shopping day and we visited the local Great Comission Church in Panama, but we took pics of that day with my sis' cam. It was truly a blessing to meet my mom's friends that had been sending us gifts for Emmalee and showered us with prayers during the pregnancy. They have blessed us from afar and we were more blessed to meet them at last. Lilly and I got to sing Heart of Worship during the service and the pastor presented Emmalee and prayed for our family's lives. It was a wonderful time.

Thank You, Lord, for being so good to us. We are undeserving!

Loving thy enemies and life's astounding contradictions

I have an enemy.
I realized this today.
The fact that I had not realized he was my enemy had made me ignorant of the condition of my own heart.

I think of myself as forgiving. I don't know if forgiving is the right word or just not-given-to-resentment. The things is I don't hold grudges. I would self righteously smile at any meeting in church where the sermon was about forgiveness and the Pastor would ask: "Do you have anyone in your life you haven't forgiven?" I would smile inside and say: "No :)."

Oh how blind we are to how much transforming of the heart from God we need; at least I am.
Truth is I've been hating this person for a very long time. More than two years to be exact. In all this time I haven't stopped and think of how I am disobeying God. All this time I've felt entitled and justified to feel like I do towards this person.

I never thought I'd hate anyone. No one has ever wronged me to a point where I would hate them. This person is wronging someone I love; and that makes it harder for me to forgive, especially since this loved one of mine being wronged is very fragile and hurting. The situation is pretty bad and this person keeps making it worst and worst. I've felt I have the right to despise him and I confess I've even wished him dead. How come I've been harboring such horrible feelings without feeling ashamed with myself instead?

Matthew 5:44

43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45 that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. 46 If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? 47 And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? 48 Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.

I hate this person. Even after reading these verses, I know I hate him still. I don't want to. I realized that all this time I have never prayed for this person, even though he is a brother in the faith. As I mentioned before, I've wished him wrong. If I heard he was in some sort of accident, I'd be rooting for him not to make it. It's horrible! How have I felt justified to hating him so? Is it because of what he has done and keeps doing. So? Are the verses above in any moment justifying hating an enemy and free me from the commandment of loving him?

What if he really disappeared from our lives? Would everything be fixed? What if something did happened to him? Would I rejoice?

I was watching a movie with the hubs where a burglar murdered the wife's husband and kids. I told my hubs: "If that happened to me, I'd hunt that man down and kill him. I would even take my time and give him a slow painful death." I stopped and then said: "But God says 'Vengeance is Mine'. Would I obey God, just forgive, and let Him do me justice? I would have to. That would be hard to do."

So I am able to reach to that conclusion with a scenario as horrible as that one, but not reach to the conclusion it's the same with this person? The consequences of his actions are devastating to our family. He has contributed to us hurting for almost three years. He refuses to stop and leave. Even my husband has expressed desire of beating him up.

I haven't stopped to think if he is hurting or what he has suffered as well. I really don't care. But I am commanded to love him. I am commanded to pray for him. I am commanded to help him. Maybe all this time this is what has been missing in our family to do to finally see our prayers answered. God uses everything for His glory and He is teaching us a very hard lesson and we are missing it. We must obey. Only in obedience to God is there freedom to sin. Only in following God's way is there true joy and happiness amidst trials.

So, new resolution: I will forgive this person. I will pray for this because I don't know how to. If I look at myselft and realize how God should me too and I have wronged His loved ones and He still loves me and forgives me, is not as hard as I think. I will ask forgiveness to this person for my feelings and towards him. I will pray for his life and that he might do God's will. I will never speak ill of him again. I will share this to my family and ask that we all practice this loving thy enemy. I will be mindful of my heart. I will realize that being forgiving includes forgiving those who wrong my loved ones.

Life is astoundingly contradictory to me. I can not understand how horrible times coexist with happy times.
I had just heard from my mom that a friend of the family had shot himself in the head. My heart sunk in terrible shock and pain for the family. I was there at my desk praying for his family and feeling pretty gloom. Minutes later I was laughing at a joke some one told me. I thought: "How can I laugh when someone I know and love is terribly hurting." It felt like a huge contradiction. To me, life should stop in those moments. I should feel sad and have no room for any other feeling. Life should stop. But it doesn't and I still laugh. That makes me hopeful. If you know what we have been suffering, you would probably understand why this makes me hopeful.

After all, the only truth is that God has commanded us to love everyone around us. We never know when we might not have a chance to this with the people around us so I must do it everyday. May God show me and guide me to live this way. 

Dear Emmalee/ 3 Months

I can't believe my daughter is already 3 months.
Each months seems like an eternity. Usually, when you are having a good time, time flies; and when you are having a bad time, time seems endless. I'm glad that time has been good to me and time has taken it's time passing by.
Those claiming life with babies is hard play life way to much on easy.
It's a challenge, but one you don't want to miss out on.

The hubs asked me out on a date. It's not that I'm scared of leaving her with someone. It's that I hate being apart from her when I'm at work that I don't want to give up time with her. But, the hubs is more important. You heard me! The hubs is more important.
This is a hard truth to grasp for me. Right now, I live and breathe for my daughter. Oops! maybe I need to add to this argument God is more important than both of them; but He is not being neglected. We've been searching for Him as a family more since Emmalee's birth. The point is I'm more focused on my daughter than on my husband and that is a big no no. The best thing I can do for my daughter's future is nurture my relationship with her father.

Tomorrow is Father's Day so I'll be sure to make something special. I'm thinking candlelight dinner?! I hope Emmalee sleeps early, though, because Grandma will be celebrating Grandpa so I can't leave her with them.

Dear Emmalee,
You are now three months!
Today was the first time you woke up but didn't cry to be fed. You just lay there on your crib making funny noises. When I stood up to check on you, you smiled and continue making your funny noises. That is one marvelous way to begin my day.
You are nursing more efficiently which makes mommy extra happy.
I love how you can tell I'm your mommy because you'll only seek me to nurse from.
You are such a kind little baby. You let everyone carry you and you don't fuss nor cry.
It's such a joy to go out with you because you are so well behaved.
You greet everyone with a big smile, even if you are just meeting them.
You are the apple of your grandfather's eye. Nothing will get you more talkative than seeing your grandfather Rodolfo.
I'm loving making things for you; and now that we have a more settled schedule, I'll be doing alot more.
Although you are so small, you like standing up on your feet (with a little help of course).
Mommy is loving all the new outfits that fit you and you happily let me change you over and over again as I figure out which new outfits fit and which ones don't.
You look so adorable with your little dresses. I can't wait for shoes to finally fit you.
My darling daughter, you fill my days with joy and laughter. I can't remember life without so much love inside of me.
I fear the fact that you are not mine and you are only a loan from God, but I am grateful God chose to give you to me. I will honor this blessing all the days of my life.
Your beauty still stuns me.
You are such a happy baby. Thank you for being you!
I forever love you!

Be gone, fear!

"Being a parent means always being afraid."
I remember saying this and believing it when I first found out I was pregnant (yes, I considered myself a parent since then).
I get angsty when I'm fearful displaying attitudes I'm not fond or proud of.

"How could my mother allowed me to do the things I did?" I ask myself.
Seriously. If I wasn't climbing trees, I was walking on rooftops or walls. If I wasn't playing in the street with my friends all over the neighborhood and even in a forest behind my house that was probably snake infested, I was finding risky games in the house like going up the walls in the aisle like a monkey pressing my arms and legs on both walls til I reached the top! Or how about skating downhill from a street that had occasional cars coming through? Or riding a bike downhill from a mountain standing on the bike's chair! Or my insane habit of trying to pet every dog I encountered even if it was big, scary, and barking at me with it's teeth bare.
If I were my own daughter, I'd give myself a heartattack!

You do end up paying them all don't you?!

I had finally gotten the hang of sleeping without waking every hour to check on Emmalee. This was doing wonders for my marriage and my care of Emmalee. Sleep depravation is the fastest way to become "like the dripping of a leaky roof in a rainstorm." (Prov 27:15). We were finally sleeping. And then, the accident happened...

On saturday we were enjoying a day of home chores. He was helping me with bathe the dogs while I made lunch. Emmalee is happy to sit in her infant chair and watch us for a while, but she'll eventually get bored and ask/demand to be picked up. It was a little windy and the leaves from the yard where blowing into the kitchen so I closed the door. I picked Emmalee to take her to her room and change her diaper. We have to walk what I now know are eleven stairs from the kitchen to her room. Before this day I didn't know how many stairs where in that trayectory. They don't feel like much because they are separated into two sets: one from the kitchen to the living room and one from the living room to the rooms. They have very rounded edges that have made me trip a few times, once while I was eight months pregnant. I had Emmalee with her face against my shoulder with my arm under her tushy holding her up. I didn't even realize when I slipped and went down five stairs down the second set of stairs. I hit my head against the first stair in the set and my elbows hit the others stairs. I sat down immediately to see if Emmalee had been hurt. She was now laying with her face on my lap. I picked her up and she looked at me normally and then she started to cry. I let out a shrieking "RODOLFO!" in a cry for help. I remembered the kitchen door is closed so I ran to open it. I took my sandals off and ran barefooted to the bedroom. Rodolfo ran behind me.
"Grab the baby please, I'm shaking," I said as Emmalee was belting cries.
"I can't! I'm covered in dog hair," said he.
Luckily, his grandmother who lives next door, followed him inside and she grabbed Emmalee while Rodol washed his hands and I tried to calm down.
"She's ok," she says showing us that Emmalee is just fine and has no bumps or signs of trauma. "She probably just got scared. That's all."
My heart is still pounding like a drum but Emmalee starts crying again wanting me to hold her. I do and we both calm down.

She has been fine showing no signs of anything wrong with her, but I've been restless all this days waking  up to check on her hourly.
Is it true that being a parent means always being afraid? To some measure, I think it is for every parent.

I don't remember my mother being a fearful mother, however. Being a single mother, I would think she would have been more attached to her children and afraid, but it wasn't the case.

1 John 4

18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

Ouch! That was right in the face!
I hate being fearful.
I see clearly it make me a women of little faith.
It shows how much way I have to go to truly have a grateful heart.
Not made perfect in love after receiving it in tons by my sweet Jesus?! That's unacceptable.
Anyone wants to give me a KEEP CALM AND TRUST GOD wall art?

Lord,
please help me change my ways and my heart to that of a woman of faith who rests calmly in Your love.
And, Lord, thanks for letting us get Emmalee's passport for our upcoming trip to Panama :). I'll do my best not to let this trip bring worries to my heart.

Oh, and on a side note, we got non-skid tape for those dangerous stairs!