A hitch…


We are in our sixth month in Edmonton and have the feeling of being here only a month. Which is not bad, we are still not awake from our dream filled with so many blessings:

  • Our children surprised us with good report cards beyond our expectations
  • As school’s principal had assured: our daughters already speak pretty good English, write and read almost perfectly the language they have learned since September.
  • We spent a blessed, magical and unforgettable Christmas time along with Diane Van Over.

* We even survived the freezing temperatures, the polar vortex of Alberta!

Great, isn’t it?. However, a hitch came along in my path that i had not expected.

This hitch is called: immune system disorder or autoimmune disease with Raynaud’s syndrome. A scary name that the doctor had to repeat twice for me. I leave it to you to look it up on Google and Wikipedia.

Actually, not only my immune system is disturbed and began to also attack healthy cells of my body, causing pain in joints and muscles, but I also have a disorder of blood circulation resulting in pain and numbness in the hands and fingers. And in my case, it started with the COLD! Boom, the result came like a bomb.

Some days, I can not use my hands not even after being covered with gloves and I experienced swollen fingers like sausages with unbearable pain.

And then, there are days I really had “toys in the head” wondering how to live with this condition in a country where it is terribly cold for 6 months!? Stay inside throughout the winters?

I try not to panic and decided to turn to the one who can unstuck situations: my God who heals.

By the way, if God puts it in your heart, say a little prayer for me!

God’s Workmanship


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We each arrive on the planet differently.

Some babies are loved, prayed over, planned for by conscientious parents. Others are surprises. Some are unwanted by their parents. While some are conceived in love, others are conceived by force. Some babies are born prematurely. Some are born breech. Some arrive by C-section, and others are pushed out in a few minutes. Some are brought home to lovely nurseries, handpicked strollers, and handmade cribs. Others get hand-me-downs—or nothing at all.

Some of us may not like or know the circumstances of our births, but not one of us needs to be defined by or limited by those circumstances. Each of us has the chance to be born again in Christ, a second birth, to connect with our eternal purpose.

Before earth was even created, God says we were designed and made to do good works in Christ—works prepared before the making of the world (Ephesians 2:10). No matter how we got here, no matter the particulars of our births, we each were chosen in eternity long before we ever arrived in time, on earth. If God created us to do good works of eternal significance, he would not create us ill-prepared for those tasks. Let these truths settle inside you:

God made each one of us. Each of us was a product of God’s workmanship, no one else’s.

God chooses each one of us. None of us is an afterthought or an accident. The Creator of the universe has chosen us, individually, by name, for a great mission he would entrust to no one else!

God is always with us. God never leaves nor forsakes us.

God names us. Before we were given names by our earthly parents, God already knew us by name.

God calls us. None of us is unwanted. God makes each of us specifically for a good purpose to be worked out in time during our sojourn on earth—and he equips us to do those things for which he created us.

God is our Father. You can know the one who has made himself known to us—our Abba Father (Galatians 4:6).

 Regardless of what your parents may have planned or intended, from God’s perspective there was nothing accidental or unintentional about your birth. You were not an accident, unknown, unnamed, or unwanted. God has always known who you are.

You are the workmanship of the almighty God!!! 

A Mouse trap!


One day, a mouse looked through a hole in a wall. She saw a farmer and his wife in the process of unwrapping a package. What food might it contain? But, the mouse was surprised to discover that it was A MOUSE TRAP!.

Fleeing to the back of the farm, the mouse shouted from all sides: “there is a mousetrap in the house, a mousetrap in the house! “. The chicken looked up, scratched himself and said: “Excuse me, Madame Mouse, I realize that this is a big concern for you, but that does not concern me. What do you want me to do? This is a mouse trap, I’m a chicken! “.

So, the mouse turned to the pig. “Oh, I’m sorry Madame Mouse” said the pig, “the only thing I can do for you is to pray. Be assured that I have you in my prayers.”

The mouse finally turned to beef. He laughed at the mouse: “Oh la la, Mrs Mouse, but it’s terrible, a mouse trap! But I am seriously in danger, isn’t it? Except that I am not a mouse! “. Finally, the mouse decided she will face the mouse trap alone and be very careful.

That night, they heard a noise in the house that sounded like a mouse trap closing on a mouse. The farmer’s wife went to see what was taken. In the dark, she unfortunately did not saw the venomous snake whose tail tip had been caught in the trap. The snake bit her. She was taken to the hospital.

The woman returned home with fever. But as everyone knows in the farm, it is highly advised to give a good chicken soup to someone with high fever. So the farmer took his hatchet and cut the chicken neck. Unfortunately, the disease continued and many people came to keep the sick. The farmer had to kill his pig to feed everyone.

Finally, the woman died and the farmer had to slaughter his ox to feed all the people came to the funeral.

So the next time you know someone dealing with any problem, before you say it does not concern you, remember the mouse trap.

Often, when one of us is threatened, we are all in danger. We are all involved in this journey called life. So, let’s take care of our family and the people around us and make an effort to encourage, support and help each other out!