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

Rape Isn't Cool

Rape can be a traumatizing experiencing that no one, women or men alike, should go through. It can be damaging emotionally and even physically, it can even lead to suicide and murder. 

Majority of the people that hear the word "rape" often think automatically that only women go through this, that only strangers do this to people. Well the reality is that even the masculine figure goes through this cruel abuse unfortunately.

Sadly there's people that are abused by people they loved, someone that they thought loved them. Instead they come to find out that this beloved person forces them into a traumatizing situation that lasts a lifetime. A husband or boyfriend can rape someone technically, if sex or any sexual contact is unwanted it is already considered raped. 

As I watched this movie I was greatly touched, it was a unique experience. Two years ago I read the book for the very first time, the title itself already called my attention "Speak". Meanwhile I read I was transferred into a painful journey, I grieved while I read yet I was captivated by the journey of this young girl. Now as I watched the movie I experienced de'ja voo. 

I'll admit that at the end while she walked away from Evans all scratched up with fresh wounds on her face, my eyes watered. She had the courage to speak up about her rape occurrence, and because of that she was able to achieve inner freedom.

Nowadays many women, men and children are going through the same scenario. The scars left behind are too deep to heal, many aren't able to cope with it at all that it makes them act to the extremes. Others are better at running away from what actually happened, while a minority are actually able to heal and start a fresh life. 

I'm against rape, I believe in a cure for rape victims as well.

Respect On Girls These Days

In the United States only about 17.7 million women have been victims of attempted rape or completed rape. One out of six American women have been attempted or actually raped in her life time, 14.8% completed rape and 2.8% attempted rape. 

What I'm about to talk bring forth is a very controversial topic, many people have different points of view. The excuse that men put for raping a woman: they provoke them with the way they dress.

Actually the fault is both the guys and the girls. Yes this is probably a very surprising answer, it might come off as an ironic answer even.

Something that we woman have to understand is that men are visual creatures, what they're eyes see they seek. If you show them cleavage they'll seek the full view that goes down that road of cleavage. 

It's disturbing to think or know I should say that men actually undress women just with their eyes. They don't need much to get they're imagination going, after all they're sex-driven beings. 

Now, girls just by knowing that we should know better than to give them further reason to imagine us with the in our lingerie. If a women decently dressed still has that affect on men, a half-naked girl that is showing more than she should will trigger a more powerful action. 

I believe that we can prevent more rapes if we as women begin to choose more carefully what we clothe ourselves with, considering the presence of men all around us. Of course to our misfortune there will always be rapes, but we can help by not giving anyone the reason to continue.

Letter

What would you say if you received this letter?

“Dear Friend,

Today I’d like to speak about a common thing going on in the world right now; sexual orientation. In the world of religion and the ethic world war has broken down and it’s come to my attention that there’s a misunderstanding in the point of view that would come from me and those in that are in the same faith as me. Take into consideration that I’m not a religious person, I don’t believe in such thing, but what I do believe however is in a living God that is unseen. People can be divided into several groups: those who support the lesbians, gays,

bisexuals and transsexuals. Then there’s those that hate them, some can’t see, touch or speak to anyone with this sexuality for they can’t stand them. On the other group exits the ones that are neutral, they really don’t care if your gay or not they just live their own life. Among the religious groups there’s those that condemn people whom have assumed their sexuality as such to hell, they have a complicated love-hate relationship. They want to “save” them by helping them yet their malicious acts/words show a whole different story. Then there’s me. See, I don’t agree with the actions of these people, but I’m not against the person committing the act. I won’t reject a person for their sexuality but it doesn’t mean that I’ll accept what they do. Its war my friend, gay rights are being accepted worldwide and it’s not going to stop there. Things will keep getting worse: murders, bullying, etc. will build up. I’m afraid that all I can do is my part, such as pray and stand by to make a difference. I’m hoping that you’ll join me in my prayers for this world as it’s becoming more and more evil each day. Thank you for your undivided attention, may you be abundantly blessed.

Sincerely,

An Anonymous Friend”

Too immature for marriage?

Recent studies according to "The Divorce Organizer and Planner", say that teenagers under the age of 18 years old's are more likely to get a divorce. They're brains aren't fully mature yet, meaning they aren't ready to commit for a lifelong commitment at this age is just not "realistic".

According to a study in 2001 made by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention shows that 48% of those that marry before they're 18 years old are predicted to get a divorce within 10 years. Compared to the 24% for those that marry at the age of 25 years old. http://www.divorce360.com/divorce-articles/causes-of-divorce/general/teen-marriage-and-divorce.aspx?artid=1343


Specialist say that couples should wait until they're 20's to get married because....well because they say we don't have the maturity nor the capability to maintain a marriage or a lifelong commitment. I say that it isn't quite true. At least not the 1% of teens that are sure of what they want for their life, that have an objective, and have learned to be mature. Sure I agree that many under the age of 18 and some ranging in their 20's aren't fully mature yet for their actions show it. Meanwhile there actually is a group of teens that have a mentally of an adult already, they're capable of keeping a lifelong commitment. Why judge if a marriage will work just because the majority failed to persevere, to sacrifice to make their relationship work?

In order to make a relationship work isn't about feeling, is about continuous sacrifice and perseverance. Unlike what majority of people think it doesn't involve feelings, it's about actions. Unfortunately it takes the effort of both individuals to make the relationship work, so if one stops trying it's harder to keep the fire alive.

It isn't always about maturity though, it's more about perseverance, about sacrificing, and through that you'll gain the maturity. It's through the errors that we make that we're able to learn from. It's from perseverance where we'll learn to fight to make the relationship work. It's from sacrificing our likes, desires, our ego to make the other person happy that we succeed in having a "bulletproof" marriage. There's no need to flash forward and predict every one's future marriage by comparing it to the failures of others, after all not everyone is the same.