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Making plan for spring

It’s time to have a plan. I’m an organized person at work and a disorganized at home. So, I’ve learned to keep a planner. What I like about it, I can follow it exactly as I want or make any changes here and there.


It’s time to make my spring list and enjoy every minute before it disappears before my eyes. Here in North Dakota spring and summer are short seasons. We still have plenty of snow on the ground means no cleaning outside.


Until then, I can begin cleaning my closet, especially my husband. However, I can’t wait for fresh air and sitting outside under my favorite tree.

Here is my Spring bucket list:
1- Clean the closets
2- Donate anything it’s not needed it
3- Clean my yard
4- Plant flowers, shrubs, vegetables, and I want a plum tree
5- Fixed and clean my special garden in my backyard. It’s where I spread my dog’s ashes.
6- Begin my everyday walks. I love those it clears my head.
7- Play outside with my grandkids
8- Go to the farmers market
9- Drink a lot of lemonade and smoothies
10- It’s time to plan for the summer

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A letter to God

Dear God;

I wake up this morning wanting to write in this letter. I pray daily. I ask questions and I ask for answers. I feel I don’t know how to talk or listen to you. As a mother my children are my priority and when I pray, I always ask you to protect them. My daughter called last night heartbroken and I got upset. Why her? Why if I leave my children in your care this has to happen to her? I’m trying to understand.

I’m a decent person. I’m grateful for everything I’ve I always do, still it looks it’s not enough. Why, when I think everything is going well these things have to happen? How can I help my daughter when I don’t an answer from you?

God, why I can’t hear your voice? Don’t feel offended, I’m not challenging you I want to hear you. I want what others claim they can hear your voice. Do I need to do something different? I’m getting tired of praying and praying and feeling that no one cares. Don’t take it in a wrong way I’m not questioning your authority. I love going to church, reading passages of the bible, and listening to gospel music. Meanwhile, everyone else feels the grace of your love, however my heart feels empty. Why?

I’m not depressed. My mind is clear and I’m focus. This is not about myself not believing in you, because I do believe in you. I believe in the power of prayers and I do believe in miracles. What it’s wrong?

I understand no one’s life is perfect and we all have to deal with difficulties. There is ups and downs in everyone’s life and we have to try to be a better person. My sister like to say it’s God’s will and he knows what is doing or God has a purpose. A purpose, what kind of purpose. All I want is my prayer be heard. Oh God, my daughter needs you now.

Why you test our love and respect? What’s my purpose and how I can prove it to you? I sound upset and yes, I am. However, please don’t punish myself for being upset and don’t take it on my children. It’s true, I don’t go to church often; however, it doesn’t make me a terrible person. Okay I’m going to ask what is your plan for me and my family?

I don’t want to hear any criticism or is God’s plans from anyone, because my heart is crying for my daughter. God this is me you know my heart. This is a mother who is praying for her daughter. Also, I think I’ve proved my love for you. I know you have to answer to others prayers; however, I do want to hear your voice like any other Christian who claims you do answer their prayers. If that it’s a selfish request?

Again, I’m not depressed I’m just sad about this situation. I will keep praying, I will keep my faith, and I will keep waiting for an answer. I hope my daughter gets the peace and clarity she needs.

I hope I can get what I’m asking from you. And I’m sorry for my mistakes since I’m not perfect.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m secluded at home. I went to the Dr. yesterday with both of my arm cover in a red, itchy rash. It’s a virus maybe I catch it at the school or at home. The Dr. says is airborne and the kids carry this virus as a dormant virus. I’m lucky it’s not contagious, however it’s uncomfortable. It hurts and it’s desperately itchy. The Dr. prescribes a steroid and Benadryl to stop the madness. Those are the exact words my Dr. says to me. It was actually pretty funny when she saw my arms and looking at me, she says, “what the heck?” I’ve to be out of school for the next two days in case it gets worse. So here I am at my home bored and thinking another Valentine Day at the house. We were planning to go to Olive Garden. Also, it makes me think it’s over 10 years we don’t have a romantic dinner at a restaurant.

I supposed I’ll prepare dinner and unfortunately, I can’t have any wine. That’s a bummer! My husband will bring flowers and my favorite chocolate candies.

To everyone who celebrate Valentine’s Day, the day of love and friendship, have a marvelous day with lots and lots of love. Remember, Valentine’s Day should be celebrated everyday and recognize the people who we love and care.

#JusJoJan 2019 Prompt Jan 3rd~ My Blog

For today’s Just Jot It January post, Linda G. Hill asks us to jot about our blogs.

I took an online class “Blogging for beginners” and I started two blogs in September 2013. One from Bloggers and this one in WordPress. I just wanted to write small stories and thoughts. I wrote a few stories in Blogger and there was no response. I decide to quit Blogger. When I was close to quit this blog, a few readers begin to make comments and I decide to stay. One detail is missing in this blog is to write those short stories that no one from the other blog read.

As for the theme or niche there isn’t one. I’ve made a few changes over the years to be honest, I can get bored easily. So, I need to keep it fresh and interesting.

Blogging has changed my life, even if I don’t blog daily. I enjoy reading other bloggers, especially the ones I follow. I love reading their post and get to know them basis in their writings. I want to thank everyone who supports my blog with your comments. It makes my day.

#JusJoJan 2019

My favorite Christmas as a child

This is one of my first memories of Christmas as a child. I can’t remember exactly the year; however, it could be 1968 when we moved back to Puerto Rico. I was 8 and my siblings were 5, 2, and three months old.

My bedroom wasn’t the biggest of the house and I didn’t have to share my bedroom with my siblings. There was a baby crib in my room, except I didn’t saw any of my younger siblings sleeping in there. After Thanksgiving, my mother would begin decorating for Christmas. One day I came from school and I saw a large object cover with blankets in the baby crib. It was as big as the crib. I stood in front of it and I call my mother. I ask her if she knew what it was. She looks at me and didn’t know what I was talking about because she didn’t see nothing at all. My brother who was 5 also saw a large object cover with blankets. We didn’t understand what was going on.

This is the story told by my mother about why my brother and I can see something in the crib and not her. First of all, The Three Kings choose homes of children well behaved for this special job, they’re respectful to their parents, and they show kindness to others. The chosen children would let whatever was under those blankets doing their job. There were a few conditions we have to follow, it can’t get touched by anyone, no peeking, do not tell anyone, especially other children or it will disappear forever. She gave us a hug and since she was the parent, she can’t see it. At our age, we didn’t question anything she told us contrary we felt special. We made a promise to respect the conditions no matter, I was anxious to tell my friends. However, I did keep my promise of not telling, besides no one would believe us.

My brother and I would imagine all different kinds of things hiding under those blankets. My brother always saw movements under the covers. We wrote a letter to the Three Kings thanking them for choosing us and for whatever it was under the covers.

The large object in the baby crib stays in my bedroom for a week. One day, I came home from school and it was gone. Looking at the empty crib, we begin to cry thinking that one us broke the rules. My mother saw a letter in the crib and it was from The Three Kings. The letter was a thank you note for being good and for keeping the promise. They told us they sent one of their camels to check the children and they choose our home. The camel loves the crib and he didn’t want to leave. The Three Kings were grateful to us for letting the camel does his job and they promised they would be back on Jan 6th. And the following year they would choose another family. We were the happiest kids in the neighborhood and we kept the secret.

The Three Kings came as they promised. A few years passed and we never mentioned it again. Also, with time pass the memories began to fade. However, when I was a teenager the memory of that day came back. I ask my mother for the truth about what was under those blankets. She would tell me if I promise I will never tell my siblings unless they asked her. And Yes, I keep my promise.

Therefore, here is the real story. My parents went shopping and they bought our presents. One of them was a big toy tractor for one of my brothers. When they got home, I was coming from school. They didn’t have the chance to hide the presents. In a quick second they decide to put the presents it in the crib and covered with a bunch of blankets until my father made the space in their closet. I can’t believe for an entire week our presents were hiding in my bedroom.

After my mother finish, I began to remember my brother getting a toy tractor from The Three Kings. What can I say? something that simple. My mother story makes us feel the magic of Christmas. She had the talent to create amazing stories full of magic. And that’s the reason is one of my favorite memories.

Veteran’s Day!

To all servicemen and women presently serving and all that served in the past. Thank you for keeping us, safe and for all your sacrifice.  May God bless you all, protect you, and keep you safe.

To all my family members who have served in the Armed Forces, especially to my husband Josue I Thank You and I love you all.

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Everyone who has been reading my post from my blog knows the depression I have been suffering has taken over my life. It’s terrible, because no matter how much I fight it to take control of my mind it’s getting harder and harder. It’s making my life miserable and I don’t want to do anything at all. I’m struggling to smile.

So, when I have those small times where I feel a little better I take advantage and do some of my stuff. Yesterday I went shopping with my husband who’s always trying to please me and he suggested to begin looking for Halloween decorations, however yesterday wasn’t a good day. I wasn’t motivated to do anything at all.

A friend of mine who is going through also with severe depression mentioned she’s using CBD oils and it’s working for her. I’m more afraid on those types of medicine, however if I can’t find anything that helps me, maybe I should try it, too. Meanwhile, this afternoon I will be going to church sometimes listening to the priest it gives an inner peace. All I want is to be happy and I want to feel in control, again.

 

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