It is all about your view. The first two pictures were taken during the summer inYosemite, by Mirror Lake. There is a whole area where people have stacked rocks. (Much to many people’s irritation….but that is a story for a different time)
The third was a stack that was done by the Merced River in the park. (Ok…I did that one) I liked how much bigger it looked when I snapped a picture from a low angle. It made the rocks look only slightly shorter than the trees. I was pretty impressed with all those piles of rocks, as they seemed like a memorial of some sort, put there to remind someone of something. That was of course until our last visit this week.
So when your husband leaves a home store and says, “that place is really cute,” then you gotta know it’s something special! That was my husband’s response when we went into Studio 12 Homes in downtown Lemoore. It was time to get back in the “pink” and see what the professional women of Kings County have going on.
After a too long pause in writing (or at least editing)….I am back at it. When I hear people discuss DACA I don’t think of these people in a group……I think of their individual stories. I think of a spunky, fun loving young lady that my husband coached in volleyball. I think of Zulema…….
My name is Zulema. I was born in Michoacán, Mexico, and I am 20 years old. I was brought to the U.S shortly after my fifth birthday along with my brother and sister, who were also very young. My dad had already been to the U.S. a couple of times in an effort to support our family and give us things he never had as a child. While we stayed behind with our mother, she did everything she could to make sure we were okay. With our dad being thousands of miles away from it wasn’t easy for her, and we knew it. Continue reading “A Dream of Their Own – Zulema”→
She called me objective. My friend is a bit older and has seen a bit of life. When she said that to me, I took it as a compliment. The more I thought about it, I accepted that it’s true. The problem with being objective? I don’t get to have a side. Sometimes it’s lonely where God has put me, out in left field. Then again, sometimes I am not alone.
It started with a friend of my hubby’s. She is actually an ex-volleyball player that he has kept in contact with. He told me that she needed prayer. I didn’t really need to know why, but he told me anyway. She was going to Mexico, because she had to enter the U.S. correctly as part of the process to become documented. Stupid me, I was surprised! I mean, what does someone who is undocumented look like? If you have read any of my writing, you will know that I don’t typically “not” think about things. So when this came across my path, I was hooked. Pondering…. Who really are the people they are talking about on the news?
It doesn’t matter which side is talking, they tend to lump people into a big group. And while these “dreamers” may have similar stories, I know that they are also more than that. So since I have been working on some other “getting to know you” type of writing projects, I thought about doing one of these. The problem…I just wasn’t sure? That was until, I knew I wasn’t out in left field by myself.
Mike (my hubby) came to me one day and proposed another project. “How about finding out who these people really are?” Not what the news, political parties or other people say they are, but straight from them. It’s good not to be alone. We had a moment when I told him that I had been thinking the same thing. (Thirty years of marriage must count for something.) So I hope you will join us. We hope to take the “issue” and present it for what it really is, the lives of everyday people. Taking this from what was once a dream of their parents, to “A Dream of their Own”………
My name is Wendoline. In 2002, just a few months after my seventh birthday, my brother, sister and I were brought to the U.S. from Michoacán, Mexico. My brother was eight and a half, and my younger sister just five. My father had already been in the United States a few times, but he would miss us too much and would come home. Things were financially rough when we were in Mexico. My memory of Mexico is sort of blurry, as it’s been over fifteen years since I was last in my hometown. The things I do remember though, is that it’s nothing like it is here. We lived in a small village, everyone was poor, but everyone loved each other. I remember when my dad was here and we were in Mexico, he would call us every day. He would tell us how he couldn’t wait for us to see how wonderful this country is, and he couldn’t wait to buy us all the toys that he couldn’t afford for us in Mexico.
Some years ago I was at a conference listening to a Priscilla Shirer, who writes bible studies, books and speaks to encourage women. I totally enjoyed her talk, but there was one point she made that became something that I try to live by. She told the group of women, “don’t be spoon fed the gospel.”
Since then, I still listen to sermons on Sunday mornings, on podcasts and I am involved in bible studies with other women. All of these I still consider being “spoon fed” information. Yes, even the bible study books we do! It is God’s word filtered through someone else’s lens. So, to take her advice, I make sure that I spend time doing bible reading on my own and contemplating what it means in my own life. (Then typically writing about it)The great thing is that I can go to the source, the bible. Now if you don’t believe in the bible, you may be like whatever, but wait! Don’t leave me yet. As a Christian, I should go to the source of my faith right? So no one can take it and twist it to their own particular point of view. That is what made sense to me a couple of years ago, and that is what makes sense to me now. Well if it works for biblical history, I thought it makes sense for any kind of history.
“Less politics and more scholarship! And don’t give so much of yourself to this cause. Yours is scholarship-and one can never know what the future may bring politically. You understand me-my advice places me in your hands, I wish you well.” I Will Bear Witness by Victor Klemperer.
The advice from this German professor was something that caught my eye as I read his diary today. The gentle advice to this woman, whom he said was “an adherent to the new regime,” was daring. It was advice that I think makes sense for many of us today. As soon as I read it though, my mind changed it up a bit.
Maybe for us, we could change it to “Less politics, and more Jesus! And don’t give so much of yourself to this cause. Yours is Jesus-and one can never know what the future may bring politically.”
Have we spent too much time on politics and not Jesus? Sadly, I just have to think yes. How else do Nazi’s have such a strong presence right now?
(The fact that I wrote that sentence tells me that something is very wrong with the world but more importantly that something is wrong with us in the church)
“We are all infected impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags.” Isaiah 64:6
What happens when you focus so much on yourself and your own problems that you can’t see anything else? I have gone through so many different emotions today. I woke up and was feeling pretty down. I am feeling some stress from the decisions I have made, and so I was trying to work out some of my feelings. (wow….used the word feelings a lot) Maybe that was my problem this morning? So many feelings, but so little perspective.
Well I was spending some time with someone recently that I wasn’t particularly excited about. You know…. It is one of those situations where you are going to have to hear their story again, and it is kind of heavy. He had fallen on hard times, and had started questioning God. Continue reading “Keeping it Real – Job”→
**While she is technically still on the path to her profession, I felt her story was worth telling. For some of it is more of a journey to find our place than for others.
“It was my goal in life to be beautiful,” she told me. Well my friend, I couldn’t help but think, you have reached your goal. Ericka Vega is a buddy that I’ve known for a couple of years now, and I wondered what she was up to these days. I messaged her on FaceBook and invited myself over for an interrogation… I mean an interview.
We sat in her backyard and relaxed as we talked. I asked her what work she was doing now and did I get an answer! She started off by telling me about her Mr. Dave. Years ago she started to clean his home a couple of times a month, for some extra income. That all changed when his physical needs changed. When he needed more of a caregiver, Ericka stepped up to the plate. “God is pretty amazing,” she told me. What started off as a cleaning job, had turned into much more for her. Since she grew up without a dad, she feels blessed to have in Mr. Dave in her life as a bit of a father figure. Now, she takes him to appointments at Stanford, and gets him out of the house. She also is getting him involved in another area of her life, weight training. Continue reading “A Study in Pink – Ericka”→