My Voice, My Heart, My Life

Like most of the world I was caught up in the joy and celebration of William and Kate. A part of my background is English. My great grandfather was English. So this is a special day for me. Please don't misunderstand me, I am proud to be a Salvadorean-American. But I'm also proud to have roots of England's rich history. I am blessed to part of three worlds! So many of us have a special place in our hearts for William and Harry because they represent the very best parts of their mother Diana. Seeing William find love and committing himself to Kate a commoner (in British's eyes) is a beautiful thing. The fact that she is not royalty makes this union an even greater joy. People can see themselves in Kate. They feel that they can relate to her. She's warm, inviting and charming. William also shares these attributes which makes this couple a vision for the next generation. They are modern classics. An oxymoronic phrase but true none the less. Through out the coverag

Here I went. Tackling a favorite French pastry. Eclairs! It's takes a couple of hours, but they are so worthwhile! I found this decadent French pastry to be pretty simple to make. For anyone who knows me knows that I don't/can't (It's all in how you see it) bake. I continually made the excuses that I need a stand mixer, time and money to experiment. I finally tossed all those excuse into the garbage and took the leap. 7 Eggs, 3 cups milk, 2/3 cup sugar, butter(almost a stick), 1cup flour and a few ingredients later I had made the foundations of an eclair. During the process the kitchen smelled like BUTTER! The pate a choux rises beautifully. The custard came out silky and creamy! Then came assembly. I had to wait for the custard to cool, which took a really long next time I'm doing that a day ahead, then prepped the pastry shells for filling. When I poked the hole in the pastry I realized how hollow it was. It was so amazing to me that it puffed up i

What is Good Friday? For some it's just another Friday. For others it's a Holy day. What makes this day so different? Why do so many around the world celebrate? This is the day we remember the death of Jesus Christ. Jesus wants us to remember this day and honor it. He showed us that by sharing the first communion with the disciples. "For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread,and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes." (1 Corinthians 11:23-26) HE WANTS US TO REMEMBER. This is the day He walked bearing a heavy cross through the cobbled streets of Jerusalem. His brow bleed

A personal poem. In times like these I lose my footing Reaching out to grasp Your hand O, Lord in You my trust I'm putting Guide me through these darken woods Shine Your perfect light Lead me to Your chosen path That will make all things right In times like these I lay my head at Your feet With rolling tears down my cheek And I remember with You I'm complete I hear Your voice Sweetly, gently calling me "You are my precious child Be still in me" In times like these I battle my flesh Being torn in half with nothing left You fill my cup, I'm refreshed You wrap Your arms around me Feeling safe and secure You are my Refuge In You I will endure In times like these I look back at my past Seeing all You brought me through Learning Your love will always surpass

For the last few days I've had a song going through my head and heart. I wanted to share this beautiful song. It's by Hillsong. For those of you that don't know about Hillsong, they're a worship team out of Australia. They bring a powerful message through incredible music. The song is Hosanna. Read through it and let the words wash over you. I've attached a video so that you can get the whole effect. Enjoy! HOSANNA I see the king of glory Coming on the clouds with fire The whole earth shakes The whole earth shakes Yeeeah I see his love and mercy Washing over all our sin The people sing The people sing [Chorus] Hosanna Hosanna Hosanna in the highest [x2] I see a generation Rising up to take their place With selfless faith With selfless faith I see a near revival Stirring as we pray and seek We're on our knees We're on our knees [Chorus] Heal my heart and make it clean Open up my eyes to the things unseen Show me how to l

I have been teaching for 5 years. For all 5 of those years I have taught kindergarten. Anytime someone asks me what grade I teach and I say kindergarten the response is usually always the same "Aww, they are so cute. You must have fun playing all day." That assumption really gets me upset. I work hard with these kids, playing is a late afternoon event if we have time. I work at a Christian school where kindergarten is treated like all the other grades. Eight hour days, math, phonics, handwriting, oral reading, science, social studies, music, p.e. and art. Because they have such a long day they do have nap time. It amazing how much they can learn at an early age! Now in my 5th year things go a lot smoother and there is less confusion. Not to say that am on autopilot, far from it, but at least I've found my rhythm. I'm still learning, as any good teacher should, and try out new things. It has been a journey, a rocky one at that. That first year was a nightmare. I ha

I've debating for years whether or not to start up a blog. It's such a public forum. This is the place I will put down my deep thoughts or nonsensical comments. Where I will express myself without judgment or censorship. It will be my attempt to be free of all other voices and be honest to myself. I'm a quiet person by nature so I was never one for being or needing to be heard. I have always been surrounded by people who were talkative, expressive, loud and at times all about themselves (I said I was going to be honest). I've always felt that my opinion didn't matter or that my ideas weren't good enough to express. I did myself a disservice as a young person. I allowed myself to be silenced and looked upon as a wallflower that faded continually until there was nothing to be seen. There were times when I stepped out of the shadows and enjoyed the sunlight but I was always caught in an overcast. I never seem to be able to speak my mind clearly. I