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Don’t miss a trick. Seasoning for good talks.

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How much salt I put in a dish depends on the recipe, right? So I got the “A+” dish in my brain, then go out and as soon as I find any “unsalty” fella I start to work for a perfect formula to work in them, right? Don’t you do the same? At least that was me, and at times I do it again. But I’m learning to be just of one mind.

I worked so hard in order to discover formulas so then I can change people’s behavior and make this world a better place…for me. I thought.

The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out. The point that I missed was that it wasn’t about fixing behaviors, or helping them to realize so, since that is a personal journey (turning to the best way), the point is to learn to love all people sincerely even if that change them by little steps. I do not mean that I consider myself better than others, but my point is that some times we can figure out our perfect view, and we want others to join, just for love. But indeed love is unconditional. So, that lesson is for me as well. Steping back? Just doing what I know is true.

Have you watch how Missionaries work? Ok. They study all about the place they are going to work, the people that they are going to live with, new words, new traditions, new Nation, new everything. When the Mission takes off and they want to communicate their messages all they do is do it in the “WAY” these people are familiar with. From what they read to what they eat. So then you have a bunch of people who are partaking the same bread that all they know. If all you use is “your way” of talking, books you read, experiences of your own, then they would be amazed…thankful by your effort, but still hungry. When you speak in their language, meaning their whole culture, is then like an opportunity for them to connect with you at the same channels. All these effort from you in connecting what you want to release in a way that they can “touch”, is then worth! Feedback is born, and when that happen is just the first brick to a great journey. So isn’t about re-making robots to our personal way of “being” but embracing diversity thru loving others without conditions, out of choice and unselfishly. That’s the shortcut. Just simple but sincere words. We want this world to change ever? Love is the only shortcut. Not the feeling of love, but that in every action we do it with a sincere heart, and that can not happen unless we have empathy, not sympathy. To me is between feeling sorry OR realizing the potential on every person I met. Is a whole world of difference. Understand the common passion with all people. Compassion.

Some cultures, traditions, Nations have complicated words for simple things. This reminds me of those Laws waiting to be understood in Congress, I must said…read. No wonder with such an amount of ink, Who would ever really read those? And in the midst of trying may you lose your heart, or your head. Better to use simple words that all of us can understand. And we all know you like Emerson…no worries. “Use your heads as you live and work among outsiders. Don’t miss a trick. Make the most of every opportunity. Be gracious in your speech. The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out.” That’s a great piece of advice right there! Huh. Paul of Tarsus was very good at this.

Every time I try to communicate is this inner battle. One hand wants to look polish. The other hand wants to use simple language, the shortcut to the heart. So I recommend to use better the simple language. For me complicated words are those who sum one whole idea on one line. Well, I use that and paint it with my colors, at a point that anybody can relate to. No that all people would like it or understand it, but I’m sure my point is clear for most of all. Building Healthy Relationships with true love has to be Our Destiny, otherwise we miss the point of being in the top of the Mountain.

A Hot real state. I like to search and learn from what’s going on around people’s lives and put that in my own words, but off course when portraying my own is fun as well. You have your own permission to use any color you want. All the potential. Risk of looking like a fool, but to me that’s just the way to live. I have my own permission to live just a Great Life! Investing time like in loving people is the best way to engage and build community, knowing that the matter of change for the better (If that is ever a concern) depends on the person itself, transformation could be exhorted in a godly manner by anyone that loves you, but the decision is personal, never scare someone into your amazing life. Better to do what you know and then just let LIFE take the stage. Everyone is invited to grow, and is personal. Always free and fun to watch. Is not about fixing people, but loving people. Because if we don’t love them, we don’t have agreement, and if there is not agreement from a sincere heart, nothing powerful can never take place. Making sure we LOVE them first is their stage to choose the best for them from a real view of what we put to the test…our LOVE for them.

So I hope that my life get much and much JUICE this coming seasons, so then I can delight all who read this lines and transmit some of the great graces who make those moments possible. And I have then more ingredients for a rich conversation. Is not wonder in how Love gets out to work, so I am in for partnering for more. Yes!

To A Great Life!!!
To A Great Journey!!!

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July 7, 2010 at 4:20 am

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Cemetery order vs. Giving birth order

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Cemetery order: The neatness, the quiet, the silence, the tranquility of such a place. You can not expect much stress here. When situations arise with the ability to perform itself in an extravagant way some people prefer to stay in the quiet and not to engage the mess that some times changes in life must bring forth to establish that milestone.

Giving birth order: Hearing those babies crying as they are welcome to this planet, order is found here in the chaos itself. Some nervous people around, expectation arises. Sweating, Yielding, and Running around, Nervous and Exited at the same time…all that is ok. Is the order of life, is the taste of winning the battle, bringing one more miracle to earth. Not talking about rebellion, talking about heaven touching earth sometimes is messy. Must be. When heaven is brought here to earth, that is noisy stuff. And life is so good!!!! God is good.

Got a miracle yet?

Intimate vs. Personal

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Intimate: Relating to or indicative of one’s deepest nature. Essential; innermost. Marked by informality and privacy. Deeply personal, private, or secret. Belonging to a thing by its very nature. Marked by close acquaintance, association, or familiarity.

Personal: Of or relating to a particular person; private. Of or relating to the body or physical being. Belonging to or intended for a particular person and no-one else. Particular to a given individual.

Accountability is important, and a wise choice to make. Choose wisely and speak just what is need it.

Fantasy vs. Perspective 

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Fantasy: The creative imagination; unrestrained fancy. A capricious or fantastic idea; a conceit. An imagined event or sequence of mental images, such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or psychological need. A coin issued especially by a questionable authority and not intended for use as currency. Obsolete, a hallucination.

Perspective: A view or vista. The appearance of objects in depth as perceived by normal binocular vision. The proper or accurate point of view or the ability to see it, objectivity. With, or without, a correct or sensible understanding of something’s true importance.

Vulnerable vs. Secure

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Vulnerable: Susceptible to physical or emotional injury. Susceptible to attack. Liable to succumb, as to persuasion or temptation.

Secure: Not likely to fail or give way; stable. Assured; certain. In safe custody. Not likely to fail, become loose, etc. Free from fear or doubt; easy in mind.

We all are vulnerable, we all must also be secure. Got juice yet?

One Of The Boys

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“There is not need for anyone to walk that far to be found by God. He is near. Near as one’s breath.” ~Unknown.

I had this nudging question consuming my every thought about how to fix the mess that my life was. I want to be someone so badly, but when looking at my steps all was a picture of non sense, to me. Like I need it, someone to come to agreement with me, but no just anyone, someone with the faith, the experience, the power, and the ability. Who’s that?

I come to learn that to God it is better to have children with troubles that no children at all. That’s good news to me. I am in for a retreat. I need it that fusion; my gifts and His ability sure make a killer weapon. What we want to kill together?…unbelief, struggles, depression, confusion, desperation. When is true that there is a season for all these to have its own attention, is also true that is just “a season”. Get it? Just a season.

Well, where to start?

Here. I had all kinds of thoughts. Yes, those too.

All started when I was born, like anyone. But I just got “informed” of it all as I began to search for more in life. Like one goes into a tremendous inventory and yes, behind those boxes is the entire mold. I had those apparently thoughts of self-confidence and it went too far. At once I believe that I can alone fix my head by just re-adjusting to the rules. But it wasn’t my mind that needed to be born again, but my heart.

Unwanted feelings represent unresolved issues and unmet needs. These are what I fight back then, with all of my guts. When I was tired, was nothing else, just the wall and me. I always look at my situation like as a humble person, but is not a humble one the one that come to agreement with God? I thought that He talks to people with blue collar, but I was wrong, He was there for me. What I used to call humble, wasn’t really that. I was at the tip of the mountain. Thoughts, horrible ones, even those who put you to think backwards, yes, those too. Wicked. Then, in a second I realize that my heart was so fill with more than mistakes or ignorance. My old nature was horrible.

I was kind of Daniel kind of girl. And every Network has a Daniel, so I was ok. Always being the smartest one, fixing everything, meeting all needs, making everyone happy. But how about me? Huh?

I just need it the words of God to bring healing in my life, just one breath, close as the wind, and HE was made acknowledge in my own path. The so “far from home Creator” became my best pal. I little by little began to see His love at every step of the way. I remember those thoughts of homosexuality arousing in my head and heart. Yes, those that make you think that is a global universe and if lots of people are doing it, why not me? The world has change, right? Why not? And I’m the only one hurt here, so why not to try? Then…as I was about to put one more seed in that obscure and even consuming dominion, I was reminded….I am It? I am It?

To believe in God became the prove to me about being or not really humble, not that I want to win a price, but if I really want to do the right thing. Not just have the ability to do what I want, but the ability to do what is right. It is right to hurt my life? NO. Then, back off. I went to think outside the box and began to listen to videos, or books. I found one recently by Sy Rogers here. “Whether you or your family are facing similar struggles or you want a better understanding of these issues and the character of God, this encouraging and inspiring message is for you” ~Sy Rogers.

Feedback, the Breakfast of Champions. I always considered that to be true. But I wasn’t totally aware of who is and who is not a great source of feedback to me. I was so attach to this friend of mine; I did not realize that she was having this confusion. The day I realize it that was the day of the tribulations, and I was thisclose to fall into that fight. I was in kind of one, but I did not care, for her and of course for me. It was a horrible moment. But I defended my new heart at all cost. Stepping inside my place and moving no where from where God has placing me already. Messy head started to plug in to the supernatural love of God, when I need it the most, He was faithful. He is. We just need a glimpse of God, and He is so near, that if I did not cry out that Sunday…who knows where in the world I would be by now. For only His word creates a Reality, and He was with me there, and ever since, and that was the moment where I fought to stay with His word and not with my pain. No Anymore! That was the primary feedback. Supernatural isn’t weird anymore, is cool, close, simple, loving, caring, honest, free, unselfish, like a well of water happy for you to drink of IT.

God’s word plus believe can do Miracles. The Abilities of The Provider.

I then, that afternoon understood that God can touch ANYONE. I understood that to agree with Him is to be humble. Just took for me to have an unoffended heart and trust God even if I can’t see Him, just trust in His word. Written word. In hearts on flesh. Like yours, like mine.

So, Means vs. God’s Word don’t take often some real state? For that I have His love that reminds me of the true. His love benefits me, His love transcends my mind, His love influence me in a way that any other thing or person can’t. God is real and so cool. I would even said…Down to earth. Better that any famous person on earth. He is Holy, but also He is a friend. A gentleman.

When we love God then is easy to obey, does not look as an obligation but as a response to such amazing, caring, perfect, awesome, pure, irresistible love of God. He is good. God’s unsearchable Grace is here. At hand reach. Close as your heart bits. He is Near. Forever. God is good!

Today, Pray for that Miracle. “)

Writing to God…

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To The King Of Kings

Hounting day by day never resting
Molding jars of clay with every breath
Filling all our hopes with His greatness
Firmly determine to reach all souls

Searching ways to give us holy bread
Unsearchable grace holding a commitment
Eyes of fire that melt my fears away forever
My King of Kings is master at Love us even more

Every day I stand before His presence
Nothing to offer just a servant heart to give
Beautiful Christ who gives freedom at the Cross
For You the Glory, Power and the Kingdom be

No words can express the Joy I’m holding
And every bit is living to give You Praise
I’m wondering for more power to discover
My precious King of Kings, He is all I need.

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The Bridegroom’s Voice

Standing at your feet waiting,
expecting for you to reveal your heart to me,
getting a sense of heaven as my heart beats,
searching to know your absolute desires patiently,
as my breathing goes with this new fragrance,
and my skin is no more dwelling in my grief,
Praise my King! Every bit of my thankful soul,
make yours every glory,
make only come to pass your will.

When kiss your beauty with every single tear,
my heart eyes start to dwell eternity,
my hands also reach the perfect Lamb clothed in love,
His greatness enlighten the room as present your voice in a glimpse,
make your sweetness be touched by every human being,
make every soul joyful when searching the tenderness of His breeze,
my only moment where the life make truly worth,
Precious Emmanuel goes hounding for our freedom without resting,
Worthy King, my Bridegroom… in You Everlasting is my peace.
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Embracing My Master Faithfulness

The sword had pierced my cold and rocky soul
Thousand nights in the battle for this courage
I went to His feet crying out for truly strength
A cost which dividends are worth for the King’s glory

These terms are not cheap nor are they from my own
An alabaster jar been cleaned and unfolded day by day
The taste of these waters is what releases us from strong hands
Thanks to the King which been slain rose up from wearing my sins

A revealing truth invites my heart to the life parade
And His faithfulness embraced this gift of hidden manna
I died to my own ways and wait like a tree plant by a river
Learning the King’s obedience and surrendering to his breath

A warm afternoon all around my hopes and a sweet fragrance
Are these the powers of the King’s presence moving in the waters?
I fear no more with His eyes of fire fighting in this spilled heart
He gave the music to my blood and on His house I dwell, forevermore.

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