Life in Words

I am a short, chubby, organized, social introvert, Hispanic, chocoholic, hopeless romantic, married, stay at home mother of two who happens to be named Maria (well unless you call me Mommy). Who are you? Here's my opinion about why so many, no matter what age or gender, struggle with identity. We are entirely too labeled! No one really knows who they are because we are SO many different parts. Not only that but also what we are is constantly changing. I was slightly more glamorous looking in college before my blessed children. I was single. I was a high school teacher. I was slightly more adventurous. Who were you ten years ago? We most often place our main identities in what we are most confident in--our looks, our education, our talents, our jobs. This is what I have been/am applauded for, therefore this is who I am. No wonder it is difficult, and for some, almost impossible to remember as a Christian we have ONE identity. All those other characteristics are only sm...

I wasn't a science major but if I understand the very basic reproduction cycle of a plant it goes something like this... An adult tree has these beautiful flowers which bees are attracted to. These bees shake the pollen into the "ovary" of the plant for fertilization. The fertilized plant embryo (with the proper care and nutrition) blossoms into a delicious fruit. Inside that fruit there is a seed, and that seed can be planted into the ground to grow another adult tree. Question... Is there life in the seed? Is the seed valuable of its own accord? Two adults who fell in love and were married. The male adult "pollinated" so to speak, the female adult, thereby creating an embryo. Already equipped with its own little beating heart, this little embryo (whom I believe was 7 or 8 weeks at that moment) grew into a fetus with the proper care and nutrition. At halfway (20 weeks) through the pregnancy, the baby looks like this picture above. She already ...

After a lifetime of wrong decisions I was rescued by a blinding light that caused me to turn from my sinful ways... No, that's not my testimony. I'm one of the ones with the testimony of being saved at the turbulent age of 8. What do you repent from at the age of 8? Heaven knows I deserved those spankings and privilege losses; but in the grand scheme of life it doesn't sound like such a great testimony. Well here's where it gets better... God wasn't done with me yet. Grateful to have been brought up by God fearing parents and always a part of a church, I still had my moments of doubt. Who doesn't? The teen years--that's when you really decide who's side you're on. There are friends who chose to walk away from the faith we grew up with. Something didn't click. There's a moment when you have to decide that you believe what you believe because YOU believe it--not because your parents make you go to church. I had that moment. I chose to stic...