Abductions of Christians in Syria

http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/02/24/us-mideast-crisis-christians-idUSKBN0LS0MH20150224

Syria's Christian population is undergoing through some harsh times with the killings and kidnapping of elderly and young women that have assumed their faith in God. Over the course of four years Christian's living there have emigrated due to the conflict going on ub their towns. They're traveling far from home to Hasaka seeking safety, refuge and the freedom to walk around without having to worry about being killed. I chose this article because it worries me that people that share my faith are being murdered for admitting what they believe in. No one is killed for saying, "My favorite color is blue," instead they'll get a response similar to this,"Oh my favorite color is green." Which is why in my opinion it shouldn't be of anyone's concern what someone's religion is, it does't give anyone the right to take away a person's life, that's natures and God's decision to make. For example,  I don't have anything against homosexuals but I don't agree with homesexuality. It doesn't mean I'm going to disrespect,  judge, mistreat or commit an injustice against them by any means. This affects not only me but Christians all around the world, it means that believers are being persecuted in Syria so what could stop it from spreading into the whole world? It could begin to happen in other states, countries, cities and towns all over the world. That's why is important that other people are aware that this is going on, is a hate crime against someone who has different beliefs than what everyone expects them to  have. I could say, "The persecutions should be stopped! ", but I'm not im just going to be realistic.  It's not going to stop it's going to keep getting worser and worser unfortunately.  What can we do then? Pray, pray for them and try to do whatever we can to help if it's in own hands.

What's the difference

It's a typical day on a normal Tuesday trying to scramble between the overindulging crowd of teenagers in Spring Woods High School. As usual I'm practically jogging to cross the campus to get to my class on the other side. Like I said everything was normal. Or so I thought. I was near the corner to my destination when a girl stops me and tells me, "Your backpack is open, your backpack is all opened. Let me help you." She grabs my backpack and zips it closed rapidly and hurries away to her classroom, I thanked her wholeheartedly while she just took it as if it was a normal thing. What she didn't realize is that she opened up a whole new perspective of how I saw things.

On my way to class I passed more than 50 people, yet none of them managed or cared to tell me that my backpack was open. Instead I walked all across campus with my bag open (thankfully nothing fell out) and no one at all took at least one second to warn me. It may seem like a indifferent detail, but it shows how selfish people can be. This girl, even though she was in a hurry, she took the time to not only tell me but even zipped up my bag without me telling her to do so. How many people would do that? How many people would care? By the fact that I was almost to my destination and no one else told me anything, that would make that not many people actually cared. 

In my personal opinion, I would have done the exact same thing that this girl did to me, perhaps I may not know the person but I'll help them. I like helping people because it comes within my heart to do so, without expecting anything in return. I guess that's why I hadn't noticed before that not many people would actually hold the door for a girl if she's passing by or why people bump into you but not many utter even a slight, "Sorry." 

What happened to the "Golden Rule"? Treat others like you would want to be treated?

What's your opinion? If you saw someone's (a stranger's) backpack open would you let them know?

Fly High

See me fly sky high

Even when it seems like it ain’t possible

This world is full of woe

I look around and see sorrow in people’s faces

Looks like everyone is going through phrases

The young are wild and uncontrollable

Popppin’ them pills like there’s no tomorrow

Yet wonder why they feel so empty afterwards

Popularity is the priority

Cliques; nothing but a sorority

Babies having babies

Saying it’s “aight” b/c they’re mature enough 

Don’t even think how difficult it might be though

Clueless

But with a mask of fearless

Why though?

Trying to hide the scars marked inside they’re soul

As if they’re soul were already sold

It troubles my soul as I see such scrutinizing pain inside they’re eyes

While they perform a play they don’t belong to

Society puts expectations

And it doesn’t make exceptions

Suicide rates grow each day because of it

Outcasts can’t fit in to society

Bullying affirms it

While others fake to fit in

The world makes a different individual feel miserable

Individuality is considered absurd

But it doesn’t have to be that way

Believers in Jesus are out casted and judged

Mocked for assuming they’re faith

Even though they’re mocked they’ll always have what the world lacks

Happiness, peace, joy, and inner happiness

They don’t have to pretend anything b/c God suffices all they’re needs

That’s why I say,

Mock me

Bully me

Laugh at me

Do whatever you want

B/c at the end of the day I’m not void like they are

I’m a believer

I’m unashamed of Jesus Christ 

They’ll see me fly sky high

Even when it seems impossible

For I have God on my side

A Special Friend

 

 

In this world we're bound to connect with other human beings, either we like it or not its a duty. At work we must work together with those around us to get the job done. At home we must interact with our beloved ones. In my personal life I believe that my only true friend will always be Jesus, yet I do know that in this world we need at least one person to always be there for us. Even Jesus said there are those friends that stick closer than a brother! Today I want to dedicate this post for one special girl that is one of those friends that hold a special spot in my life, she certainly sticks closer than a sister.

 

Marlene Ramirez, she's been there for me through thick and thin no matter the distance between us (about 1,000 miles away!). I remember when I met her, we just clicked instantly. Ironically we met through a photo I posted about chocolate haha, my addiction added this wonderful blessing into my life. She would advise me in my time of need, told me how to overcome my hardships, and more than all she helped me with the most important blessing in life; she helped me when I decided to convert. Those late nights when I felt a swirl of emotions going through my head, feeling like I couldn't do it, thinking that it was too hard, etc. She was there to help me overcome it all, to keep firm with Jesus and become a women of God that she believed I could be. No long after that I accomplished my dream, not only that but she became my sister in the faith.

 

All my important and special moments and memories are shared with this Women of God. I'm grateful for having such person in my life. I know that there's much more to come, but I just wanted to tell you how much you've impacted my life. When everyone turned they're back on me, you took me as I was because you're a true friend, a servant of God, unique, beautiful, strong, and random Nene :)

 

Thank you for everything my special friend, your very loved by this Gabberz right here, I pray for many blessings for your my dear :)

 

 

 

 

In Her Shoes

I ounce saw a plain girl,

She seemed so distant yet so attentive.

“Happiness seemed so far away,

No roads, no paths, I just couldn’t find a way.

Something so simple,

Yet so unbelievable.

Hope, hope is a funny word”,

She told me.

“Hope is like telling a fish it can fly,

Like pointing at the stars at night hoping you’ll be able to touch them.”

She gave me a look of despair,

As if she didn’t have a repair.

Eyes so sad they darkened,

Lips so dry they trembled,          

Face in such agony that it twisted.

“Go party they said, it’ll be fun they said.

Tell him yes they said, it’ll be fine they said.

Cut yourself I said. It’ll ease the pain I said,”

Her words cut with irony,

She smiled in mockery,

But it wasn’t even funny.

I observed how sorrow penetrated her soul,

A vulnerability took over my being.

To desperately want to help this woeful girl,

I wanted to stop her mournful state,

Unfortunately I couldn’t.

That girl was me.

Like a hero Christ came and he rescued me,

Took away my chains,

Cleansed my shame,

Forgave my sins,

And my every mistake.

Now I’m turnt,

I’m not who I used to be.

Because I’m brand new in Christ.

Self-steem

Is one of those days that even looking at the mirror makes you irritated, taking a selfie is even out of the question. You go on ahead and say," I look ugly."

The only cliche is that this is an every day thing, is no casulalty that you seem so depressed. The days drag by in a blur, there's nothing to look forward.

Which brings us to an outbreak going on with girls and women alike nowadays: low self-steem. An estimated of 80% of 10 years old have low self-steem. By the time they get to middle school about  40-70% of these girls have gained Bulima. Statistics show that a girl by the age of 10 will already be diagnosed with low self-steem.

I remember quite clearly that all my life I had low self-steem, making me insecure and anti-social. It was quite hard for me to even present a project to my class, I'd stutter, blush hard-core, until I would furiously say what I needed to say then desperately go back to my seat.

As a child I was very skinny, acording to my mother I never wanted to eat I refused every food she would offer me. All that changed ounce we arrived to my new homeland; the USA, more specifically Texas. Soon after our arrival I egan eating the fatty food such as pizza, hamburgers, you name it. Of course the consequences was that I got chubby. With big cheeks. That's when I started suffering with depression, insecurities and self-dislike. With that being said I grew up with that, it didn't change until two years ago.

I set myself free from all the negativity in my mind, and began living my new life. Evr since I'm a appy camper! :D I love myself, I love getting dressed and being creative with y outfits (I used to hate this), and so much more! So much that I love taking selfies all the time haha!

No girl deserves to ever feel that way, I got help, maybe you or someone else wants help. Contact me through email if you'd like to talk :)

Unexpected News

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

John 3:16

Today I start off this post with this verse that serves not only for comfort for the death of a loved one, but also a promise that God has given human kind. On Sunday I got news that my grandma in Mexico passed away on Saturday after having suffered paralysis from the waist down and having been unable to walk. The first thing that I did of course was pray for her healing, doing purposes of faith, having the Pastor’s prayer, and so forth, until the day I got the news that she died I ceased praying. Why? There’s nothing left to do for someone who is dead, except to keep fighting for those that are alive so they can get to know God.  Perhaps I didn’t have the opportunity to talk much to my grandma, but what remains is my childhood memories spent at her house while I played around with my cousins, and the last conversation I had with her a few days before my birthday. I’ve never had such an experience like this one in which I lost a loved one, but I believe I remain stable and strong for God is my stronghold, my refuge, my comforter. I’m not in shock, depressed, nor in any way affected by this in a negative way, perhaps at the beginning as I said the words, “My grandma is dead”, I did cry but since then no tear has come out anymore. Now, it’s time to fight for the ones that remain alive, to keep moving forward in life, to appreciate and to always get closer to God. It’s only through God’s guidance that the rest of my family will be able to get through this.

In the faith,

Gaby