Hoy quiero hablar de algo que me costó entender: Dios no está apurado con vos. Vivimos en un mundo donde todo es rápido. Queremos resultados ya, queremos respuestas ya, queremos que las cosas cambien ya.

LINK Justo hoy, antes de sentarme a escribir, pasó algo que me hizo acordar de este versículo. No es casualidad. Dios tiene esa forma de hablarnos a través de las circunstancias cotidianas. Huye de las

A veces me pregunto si lo que siento es fe de verdad o solo costumbre. Porque hay días en los que levantarse orar se siente como una tarea más, y no como algo que uno quiere hacer. No es que no crea. Creo.

It's my birthday today, and I don't know if birthdays are supposed to make you grateful or make you audit your entire existence because somehow that's what they always do to me. When I was younger, I never

Studying the word of God should not be something we do occasionally or only when we have free time, it's a lifelong commitment that deserves our daily attention because God's word guides our thoughts,

(This is the book that I reference throughout the post) Happy Sabbath, everybody 🙏 This week, I completed a book called God is the Gospel. It wasn't terribly profound, yet there were still important reminders

Life is full of unexpected challenges, and it's easy to become disappointed when things don't go as planned. Staying calm during difficult moments begins with trusting God instead of letting fear or emotions

I'm intentionally leaving the title of this blog empty before I finish writing the article. And it's because I simply have so much I want to try to get across...I'm not sure what this is going to be called

Mark 10:14: "But when Jesus saw it, he was greatly displeased and said to them, 'Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God.'" This passage

Once again...I have a big long blog post planned...And God nudges me in a different direction :) I'm glad He did too. Tonight I share a couple of stories of how life sometimes gets for brand new Christians.

When I was younger, my grandmother often brought me with her to the Catholic Church. It was a familiar place. The songs, the quiet moments, the stained glass, the rhythm of worship. Those memories stayed