So tonight.

I was skimming through Isaiah hoping for something to catch my eye. I come across a highlighted verse and the word “steadfast” pops out at me. Ever since a couple months ago I have had an obsession for that word. I have no idea why. So, I decided to re-google the definition and google every possible place in the Bible where it mentions the word “steadfast.” What I found was “resolutely or dutifully firm and unwavering; determined in purpose; unchanging.“ 

Then when I was reading through the passages that include the word, every single person that demonstrated a steadfast love towards God was incredibly blessed. I guess the reason why I was so hit by it is because it just seems so powerful. So incredibly meaningful. Can you imagine if we did everything with a steadfastly? “Determined in purpose.” And I mean everything. If we prayed for people with a “determined purpose.” If we cared about our relationships, even with strangers with a “determined purpose.” Even if we went to work with a “determined purpose.”

Can you imagine how different our lives would be? The incredible blessings God would grant us? Not just what we would gain, but how we would change. Our hearts, our minds, the way people see us. That is my prayer and my goal for my life. To live with a determined purpose, and through everything stay unchanging in my love and seeking of God.

3 weeks ago on 9 May 2012 @ 11:19pm

Day 1 of Summer and I’m already learning lessons.

I’m learning what it means to truly only have God and rely on Him. It’s so easy to say, oh yeah, I completely trust God. But if you’re in situations where you don’t need to .. things are going your way and you have friends to rely on.. it’s so much different.

Sometimes He needs to take us away from that and put us in a situation so we can see how off we are. How we truly and completely need only Him. 

Day 1 and these thoughts are overwhelming my mind.

Where will I be 3 months from now? 
:) 

1 month ago on 2 May 2012 @ 10:50am
# God

When I don’t measure up to much in this life, I’m a treasure in the arms of Christ.

Nehemiah’s Story

Nehemiah is a man of great strength. Of knowing what God wants him to do and pursuing that wholeheartedly, especially in the face of persecution.

Nehemiah stood strong in the Lord. He knew what God wanted him to do and did it with no doubt. When you are in God’s will and doing his commands, you will be persecuted. He was heavily mocked. But out of that came beauty. In Chapter 9 the Israelites confessed their sins. They received so much persecution because the devil wanted to stop the beautiful work God was doing.

In Chapter 9 is the first time they confess all their sins. What a significant moment. It  finally finally connects. After years of false sorrow, begging God for forgiveness and constant sin, they realize their stubbornness.

1 month ago on 19 April 2012 @ 10:48am + 2 notes
# God
Our enemies are not people. We must see beyond people. Satan may use people to persecute us, lie to us, cheat us, hurt us or even kill us. But our real enemy lurks in the shadow of the unseen world, moving people as pawns on the chessboard of time. As long as we see people as enemies and wrestle against them, we will spend our strength in vein.
John Phillips
1 month ago on 12 April 2012 @ 1:48pm + 2 notes

Completely blown away.

The desires of our hearts that link up to God. How he gives them to us. How he enables us to run with those ideas and how He enhances them. How he seriously does turn the regrets to beauty and how nothing ever goes unnoticed, unimportant. I am at a loss for words due to Him. His timing is perfect. His soul is perfect. His mercy. His grace. His love. His heart.

Thank you God.

2 months ago on 1 April 2012 @ 2:33pm + 2 notes
# God

“For when I lose Thee for an hour, I lose.” - Frank Laubach (June 1930)

Oh, the power of our hands.

Leave them unmanaged and they become weapons: 

clawing for power, strangling for survival, seducing for pleasure.

But manage them and our hands become instruments of grace - not just tools in teh hands of God, but God’s very hands.


Surrender them and these five-fingered appendages become the hands of God.

Spring Break 2012 
miami, florida.
Roadtrips. Atlanta. Cuban food. Rooftop excursions at 1am. Beach. Condos. Cafe con leche. Walks with Heather y abuela. Abuela #1. Abuela #2. Abuela #3. Super Abuela. Cherry the mean dog. Ivet’s sweet mom. Josué. Dolphin Mall. Midnight watching the airplanes on top of Heather’s car. Call Me Maybe music videos. Pastelitos. Spanish radio stations. Stopping at a boonies gas station and playing soccer. Miami sunsets. Alex, Dairon, Matt. Evelyn. Sunburns. Eventually tans. Gas money. Ivet with coffee in her system. Rainy days. Videotaping. Principe de Paz. Starbucks. Soccer in parking lots at midnight. New friendships. Old friendships. Gelato. Nursing homes. Ignored alarm clocks. Daniel singing Adele. Talented aged wonders (my Cuban, Spanish, English and French speaking friend). Alex’s yacht. The Awkward Game. Playing “lava” at a playground at midnight. Language barriers. Breaking barriers. Ivet’s wise and strong dad. Evy’s reaction to Miami Heat. God in the beach. God in the sunsets. Sardines. Running from the pot-smoking scoundrels. Mango juice. That Brazilian wanna be Italian restaurant. Daniel sleeping (all the time). Chris. Sir Pizza. $11 for that tiny little dessert. Evelyn’s ice cream. Dancing flowers. Frozen yogurt. Throwing pen caps and pills at Heather on top of the bridge. Shopping. Forever 21. Denny’s. Heather’s blueberry fried dough. Muerte en Hawaii. Ivet’s necklaces for us. IHOP. Quintaz. Dropping the naked Jamaican statue. Catching the naked Jamaican statue. Blasting old school music. Everywhere? Everywhere. Alex’s car. Zoom Zoom. Picking up Dairon from work. Colombian restaurants. Different sleeping arrangements every night. “The Raven.” Coconuts on the beach. Guava ice cream. Cuban crackers. Abuela trying to fix the curtains for 15 minutes. Josué cracking up at “Is anybody naked?!”. Beyblades. Starburst jellybeans. Churro cereal. Pollo Tropical. Bubbles. Olive Garden. Filming for the blog. Testimonies. Car ride cuddling. Stomachaches. Rapping. Eminem. Bienvenidos a Miami. Kovu. Ivet’s dad’s baby pictures. Devos. The view from Ivet’s mom’s house. “What floor do you need? …”Uhh..”. Spilling gas all over the car. Learning how to pump gas. Fun.. Jamming sessions. Tickle attacks. Spanish everywhere we went. Playgrounds. What’s Your Moon game. Deep conversations. Watching Friends. Naps. Late nights. Switching sun glasses. Painting nails in public. Smiles from joggers. The Jesus looking surfer. Tarzan on the beach. Redeeming Love. Drawing in the car. The worm game. iTouch games. Warm weather. Breezes. God’s perfect timing and plans. Ivet translating during church. Spanish conversations with a 98 year old brilliant lady. Dying camers. Conversations around Evy’s table. Beach walks. Ab workouts. Materva soda. Breakfast at Heather’s. Mia. Tiny. Tiny’s determination to destroy David. Meowing. The communal tank top. Improved Spanish. Old couples getting enjoyment from our laughter. Bathroom stops. Sketchy gas stations. Conversation with strangers about my age. Chinese food. Trying to communicate with Super Abuela. Spanish soap operas. Pictures on the beach. Our new found obsession with tanning oil.
2 months ago on 20 March 2012 @ 6:47pm + 3 notes

devos on the beach.

Miami, Florida.