Cheryl Mendoza

How He speaks to me…..Or… can't He just call my cell when He wants to talk?



Otter Noir…

This is what happens when you make up stories using the things you see.  The fog really made me think of film noir…. and the only other characters around were some otters and a couple of scuba divers.  Enjoy!

It was a day like any other day.  The fog had rolled in and even the sun couldn’t break

_DSC3329 through the gloom.  It was early.  Like those first moments when you wake up and are caught between the heaven of sleep and the hell of wakefulness.   I always tried to get out before they came.  Those strange creatures that walk upon the land.  With their glowing white skin and strange seaweed hanging from their bodies. Continue reading “Otter Noir…”

Sowing love…..

Today I was teaching a Sunday School class for Pre-K and Kindergarten kids.  Love the imagesalliteration there.  We had the Good Samaritan as a story and were emphasizing to the kids that Jesus wants us to love everybody.  Our verse to remember today?  Love one another, John 13:34.  In this day and age of isolationism and categorizing each other, it was fun to use the simple illustration of the Good Samaritan loving another person.  Not one of his own kind, not a friend, but just another human being.

As I read the story beforehand to prepare my own understanding, I was struck by a word used in the bible.  It was despised.  That wasn’t the description of the thieves, or the actions of the two men who passed by.  It was an adjective used to describe the Samaritan.  This was the word to describe what would turn out to be the good guy in our story. Continue reading “Sowing love…..”

A bigger circle…

new-member-to-circle-image-white-background-34649901I wound up helping in a pre-K/Kindergarten Sunday school class this weekend.  I was not teaching the lesson, but was just helping to wrangle kids into their places and have some fun while they learned.  It was pretty funny though, because where has God taught me the most?  It has been from serving in this classroom.  What does that say about my maturity? I don’t really think I want to know, but I am glad He uses this room to speak to me.

So as we gathered the kids for circle time, we began to run out of room.  It was then I said, “let’s make our circle bigger, so that we can let more friends in”.  As we continued to adjust kids in the circle, I was thanking God for those words.  They are a lesson to me, and a prayer for those kids.

I can close my eyes and picture that circle of kids.  Hands that are holding their friends, releasing and letting go.  Bodies that shift, for more room, to let another friend enter and then hands are clasped again.  We have a pretty diverse makeup of students in the class, and to see them let go of hands to let others join in, seemed like a small glimpse into heaven.   I am thankful that He uses the kids in that room to speak to me!



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