Welcome This is My Story: What is yours?

Seeing Moses as a point of reference, I study the seasons of my life. As the unsympathetic and hateful visitor, named grief, passed through my house with the intention of staying, I determined in my heart not to lament, but to learn from it.

Each piece of devastation adds a different hue and tone to the canvas of my soul.

The canvas of my first season was embellished with the most precious and lively hues. People admired those different tones on my canvas. “They look so perfect!”They used to comment.

In the second season, the admired canvas was thrown into the desert. The beauty, the desirable, all the nuances and bright tones disappeared in the call to the desert called, “La Vergüenza de la Cruz”, (The Shame of the Cross).

Although my soul knows very well that it has a long way ahead of it, it tried to convince itself that its mission on earth is over.

But this morning, thinking about Moses, I realized that my mother died six years into her second assignment. She was just getting started in her second season of life, she had only been at it for six years. She was 86 years old. But she was the most productive person I’ve ever met. In her short life, she left behind a rich legacy in all aspects of the word.

Then I realized that I have four years left to start my assignment. The actual shades and tones on my canvas have yet to manifest in God’s purpose for my life.

In this desert the heat is so stifling, the breeze feels like smoke pressing on the chest, it is difficult to breathe, the hot sun consumes the streams and I wonder, where is my burning bush? How I long to have an encounter with that bramble!

The time seems right for my burning bush to appear. The fierce heat of the sun has burned the bank accounts to the ground, brown, blackish! I am in the process of entering my next assignment. This is the first part, the victory is yet to come!

This is my Story! What’s Yours

Is it possible to live in a resort of your own with all the strange amenities of time to think? In this place, deep meditation lavishes a moving revelation that transports my soul to eternity past.

Is it really true that I have so much freedom in this resort? I am living the best of both worlds, retired and single. This season lacks restraint to have an amazing time alone with my Maker.

My time resource is really astounding ! My house is a resort filled with the wonderful presence of God! The airy, clear and spacious place is an extravagant invitation to meditate on the goodness of the Lord.

I feel so fulfilled, so complete! There is a deep satisfaction in having finished my role as a daughter, as a wife and as a mother. Today, I am living my own and last role in this world.

We come into this world single and return single to the eternal world. No other relationship is forever. If death doesn’t end relationships, time definitely will. Some may think that children belong to the parents, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Four days before my firstborn died, the Lord told me, the children are His and He entrusts them to the parents so that they raise them in His image, and when He wants them, He takes them.

So now my children are adults and with their own families . My joy and full satisfaction is to see them leading a Godly life, responsible and independent citizens.

Without canvas or brush, I will try to paint my house borrowing the Words of our Lord in Matthew 7:25

In my 76 years on this earth, the rain of the death of my parents and my firstborn descended, the floods of the dissolution of my 41-year marriage came, the wind of the desolation of friends blew and whipped my house.

However, my house was hit hard, but never destroyed. My life is represented in this house. So now my house is stronger than ever, because it is founded on the rock.

This is the reason why I am living an extravagant season! You too can build your house on the rock and have a life full of contentment, despite the present anguish.

Please pray with me: Lord, forgive my sins and write my name in your book and save me as I receive Christ as my Savior. Thanks you Father. Amen.

This is my Story! What’s Yours?