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Egocentrics should have no place in a life that has died to self.

                       "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me..."Galatians 2:20

So why do we get in the way of the glory that He rightfully deserves? We're not impressive nor do we have anything to show for except Jesus. And if we would come to terms with the reality of God's holiness and unfathomable power we would realize that life is all [not] about us, and all about Him.

Remember, He's the show. We're just watching backstage. Word to ya motha!

And today's video: Lecrae Ft. C-Lite with "Background."

My first boyfriend, being thirteen, and some quick advice

She laid down in the red couch in Sunday school class with her phone in her lap and told me of how the cute boy from church asked her out. "I thought you guys were just friends!!"Apparently I'm the only one out of the loop when it comes to the dating lives of my teenage students from church and she made it clear. "How did you not know we were going out? It's been like two months and the whole youth knows!" Her friend swooped her curled bangs from her face and rolled her eyes at my surprise. Just like teenagers do. And as she blushed about her young crush on the boy with braces I remembered what it was like to be thirteen and going out with my first boyfriend Alfredo. He was really skinny and had big spiky hair. The kind that shined because of all the gel he put on. My mom never found out about him because she would most likely lock me away in a castle somewhere with a chastity belt. I kid, I kid. [So mom if you're reading this, I promise I didn't kiss him!!!] Anyways, my middle school fling ended in like two months and my love for spiky hair'd guys was over. I'm into fro-hawks these days. But not shiny ones. Duh.

There aren't many responsibilities at that age. What's important at thirteen is wondering when Alfredo is going to hold your hand and give you a hug during passing period. And having your first make out session after school. I'm kidding mom!! But when your past middle school, past high school, and now in college or perhaps even past college, things change. Relationships start to really matter and keeping ourselves accountable when it comes to dating is important. Two month flings become immature and weak. Except for make out sessions of course. Again, I kid mother!! We have to remember that as Christians we're called to be  radical representations of who Jesus is, so making sure we're able to honor God in who we date and how we respond or act around the opposite sex is vital.

Quick advice:

*Ladies, hide the treasure "chest" and keep the pirates "booty" covered. Save the goodies for your husband and don't be a stumbling block in the spiritual lives of your brothers in Christ.

*Guys, be aware that a girl feeds off of your actions and most of all your words. Be sincere in your words and respect the hearts of your sisters.

Keep it holy ya'll.

Be bold...

Be BOLD. Have the guts to stand out in a world where everyone just blends in. We're not just anyone. We're resurrected individuals who have been brought to life to live and fight for Christ risen. To raise the dead from their graves with theological truths and a radical lifestyle that bleeds and screams Jesus. We're warriors and soldiers who fight demons and dominions with a spiritual sword and a holy armor.  No, we're not just anyone. We're the ones whose lives have been eternally transformed by the power of Him who died and was raised from the dead. Whose souls were once headed straight to the pit of a burning lake of fire due to a horrid curse, but through grace have now been saved forever. We're anything but ordinary.

Be LOUD. LIVE IT. SAY IT. Be the witness with enough swag to proclaim Truth. Be a huslta' for the Gospel to make it heard. Make a statement on the streets and be a gangsta who stands up for righteousness.  In the midst of a messed up world it's up to us to statement. Because we're nothing but ordinary.

To him...

Proof that my best friend Pam and I need help. Or a man.

Like two little girls in a candy store, we headed straight to the wedding magazine section. Barnes & Noble offered these two wedding junkies a bridal magazine selection that made us swoon over each page filled with designer wedding gowns, wedding cakes and all things sparkly. If you ever get to be in the same room with my best friend Pamela and I, you will soon realize that we have a deep appreciation for weddings. Primarily our future wedding. Some say it's an obsession. I say it's, we're girls and we can't help that our DNA has been implanted with particles  to scientifically produce a desire in us to want to have the wedding of our dreams!!! I WILL have a candy bar with little pink m&m's that have mine and my groom's initials on them!!! No...it's not an obsession. And yes, I blame it on science. It also doesn't help having a wedding photographer as a sister who gushes over matrimonial conversations. She doesn't make it better. Color palates, silk linens, flowers, fondant or no fondant, hair pieces, first look, the vows oh sweet mother of pearl!!! I can't handle all this fabulousness in one post! From the time I was a wee lad (yes I said wee and lad in the same sentence) I've imagined, dreamed of, what my wedding would look like. Be like. Feel like. What wedding dress I would wear. What emotions I would be feeling as my arm is tucked under my dad's as he walks me down the isle to meet my smokin hot groom. How my heart will jump at the sight of my soon to be beautiful husband at the end of the isle. Our first dance.  Because apart from what color my bridesmaids will wear, I'm excited to meet the man who will wear the tuxedo. To him...


 I already love you. I don't know who you are. What you look like or if you like to watch chick flicks or not, but I cannot wait to one day meet you. And when I do, I hope the hair gods are on my side. To hold your hand, to go on our first date , to make you go shopping with me, to call you my best friend, to be bums and decide to rent a movie because we're too lazy to go out, to fall in love with you. But more than that, to see you get down on one knee and ask me to be your best friend forever. To submit to each other under God's grace and love you more than myself. To support you when your feeling weak, to give you a foot massage when your tired, despite the fact that I clearly don't like feet, I just ask that you cut your toenails, to laugh until our stomachs hurt, to serenade you really cheesy songs because you will soon find out I like to sing all the time, to call you my husband.  So until that day comes, I will wait. Looking at wedding magazines with my best friend and imagining how you will look in either a light brown or pink wedding suit. I'm kidding on the pink suit. haha I'll get the right color I promise. But while I figure out weather I should go with roses or tulips I will guard my heart  falling more and more in love with Jesus so I can love you the way He's called me to. I love you. 


Always, 
Fer <3


P.S I talk in my sleep. Hope that's ok. 

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My life sometimes looks like my sock drawer in my closet. If I forget to pair my socks together I always end up wearing a white sock with a striped orange one. Maybe that explains the reason why I choose sandals over tennis shoes.

I honestly wish I could say that I have my entire life together and that every aspect in it is more organized than the alphabet. My life is comprised of dysfunctional situations, confusing circumstances, mood swings that can be confused for bipolar disorder, and a sock drawer that apparently is in desperate need of organization. A few weeks ago, I sat around a bonfire in my sister's backyard with some of my closest friends, as they celebrated with me my college graduation. Some of them took the time to share some humbling and amazing comments regarding myself. Basically, they came to the conclusion that I'm the epitome of all things awesome. Duh! But really, in all seriousness, I am short, better yet shorter than shortness of being called great or inspiring. I am a girl who desperately wishes to have every single part of her life together and dreads making a mistake that everyone dropps their jaws to. I am prone to failure. And I have failed. I am prone to be spiritually weak. And I have been. I am prone to walk away from the God who offers me grace and forgiveness everyday. I am an absolute mess without the love and grace of my beloved Father. I am no where near inspiring, but simply a wretched sinner who strives and pleads for Jesus to hold her life together through his mercy and unconditional love. I want Him, no no, I NEED Him because without Him life looks messier than my sock drawer. And with that said, heres a video of one of my most recent favorite songs. I figured it goes perfect with this blog post.

P.S I think I may have developed a minor crush on the lead singer, despite his bright red pants. It's like he knows my soul.

If life were a movie...

If life were a movie I would be the girl living in a really nice penthouse somewhere in New York, with a really cool job, really cool car, no wait, really cute stilleto heels because no one drives in New York. Duh! Oh, and I would have really cool powers. Like reading minds or something. And, I would have a crystal ball in my room that made all my problems dissapear. And I would always feel safe because spider man would be my next door neighbor. Life would be perfect if only it was a make believe, fantasy script that had magic crystal balls that made all problems vanish with a quick command. But it isn't. Life doesn't have rewind or pause buttons that allow us to control every minute of our existence. It is filled with unexpected circumstances that either make us want to run and hide or do the hammer dance on top of a table [can't touch this...tu nu nu nu!]. This world we call home is one where hearts get broken, people go hungry, murder is prevalent, people loose they're jobs, gas prices suck and  people cheat on their taxes. Annie was right, it's a hard knock life. That red hair of hers was full of wisdom.

But before you guys think I'm some pessimistic girl who needs anti depressants and hates the world. That's not the case. Except for that one time when I was stuck in traffic for almost 2 hours, oh and that one time when my heel broke. Where's that crystal ball when you need it! In a world cursed with sin, however, there is still hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel for those who trust in the Most High. As Christians, we live and are part of a culture and society that is infested with sin. It is no wonder Jesus told his disciples to live a life that was holy and set apart from a sacrilegious culture. We have a nemesis who hates us and one who lives and breathes to steal our joy while were still in this world.  Life may not be a movie, but we do know that this life has a happy ending for those who have trusted in Jesus. We will see Jesus one day and there will be no more broken heels or getting cut off on the freeway. Whoop whoop! [can't touch this...tu nu nu nu!]

Jesus told his disciples, "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33 We cannot escape our troubles. We will experience hardships in life. But, the troubles we endure now are nothing more than temporary. The script has been written and the ending has been foreshadowed. Death was conquered on the cross by the most merciful and courageous Character who ever lived, thee main Character who made a spectacle of himself and did a heck of a performance. Our sins have been thrown to the depths of the see and there is hope of heaven after this life is over. The props? A cross, three nails, and a crown of thorns. The director? The Father. The producer? The Holy Spirit. The audience? Us.

While cruising through life, we may cringe and moan when it slaps us in the face but we have hope in that glorious day when all our troubles will be swept away. If there's hammer pants in heaven, I'm wearing some. Hamma time!  

Happy Thursday! :)

The little things...

What if Thanksgiving was everyday? Just take out the turkey and the mash potatoes. And if your me, the depression that follows gaining weight after my third plate.  On that day, that national holiday, we gather around the dinner table and give thanks for the many things the Lord has blessed us with. Our families, our friends, our jobs, our churches, our homes. But what if everyday, every second, every hour, every minute of our day was filled with thanksgiving for the small things that get us through our day. Today I am thankful for..

- The snooze button on my alarm clock. Those extra 10 minutes of sleep are heaven.
- My 1991 Honda. Even though it's missing a hubcap and still bumps an a-track it gets me where I need to be.
- Hairspray and scrunchy. After waking up 15 minutes before having to leave to school, they saved me from having a bad hair day.
- I was early to class. Which is HUGE when I'm usually always the last one in.
- The blueberry muffin I'm having as I write this. I love muffins. Alot.
- My flip flops. I like my feet to have ventilation.
- The guy who let me have his parking spot this morning  at school, even though he clearly got there first. I kinda wanted to ask him to marry me.

It's the little things that matter. While giving thanks for the big things in our life is great and expected, it's the little things the Lord puts in our way that we should also be thankful for. Like flip flops and and hairspray. We all have things to be thankful for. It is God who grants us each day to live, to love, to learn, and to give thanks. What are you thankful for today?

"Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Jesus Christ." 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Happy Tuesday!