Today in more than one conversation I found myself saying: “we are still allowed to go outside” and “we are still waiting to see if we get a curfew” to people that already have a curfew and can’t go outside. When I found myself reading those words it felt so surreal, like the things you’ve seen in movies but think could never happen to you.  The world is screaming chaos and uncertainty, but are any of those words an attribute of our God?  Everything that is being presented through the media presents the panorama of humanity as a race that is self-sufficient, and that relies on its own intelligence, merits and capabilities to survive. So, according to this we are pretty screwed. Thus, this blog post.

            This is a friendly reminder about everything that you have heard, and possibly know but forget once the mediatic bombarding of news begins. I’m not blind, and I’m not naïve. I have heard, read and reread the articles and reports given on the world’s current situation but I refuse to make it my truth. I most certainly refuse to make it my only topic of conversation, and I refuse to let it take my mind and control it.  We are not self-sufficient, and we do not depend on ourselves to get through this difficult time, if we did, I would experience fear.  But his promises are still valid, they have not expired nor will they, because He remains faithful. God does not cross the line in the face of a pandemic and decides to walk away from His children and His people. This isn’t something God couldn’t foresee, but something He has allowed, why and what for? I don’t know but I trust his sovereignty and know that He continues to be perfect in the midst of everything that tries to yell that everything is imperfect.

            Fear can be very strong, mostly because it uses your own voice to speak, and we tend to believe the things we say.  This is why, if you can’t use your own words, use HIS words. Isaiah 53:5 says that by his wound we are healed.  1 John 4:18 says that there is no fear in love.  He is our hope, our anchor and our refuge, what will we fear?  Nothing.  Because not even death can separate us from His love.  I hope the children of God raise up to create a bombarding of God’s attributes. Saying at the top of their lungs that God is still in control. Declaring healing upon those that are sick and miracles upon everything that seems lost.  Let our faith be more contagious that fear. Let our faith be shown in our words and our actions. Let us plant seeds of peace and reassurance in a world that is used to desperation and frustration.

            This is a friendly reminder: don’t believe everything they tell you, simply believe everything God has said.

See you in the letters.

With love,

Bianca Paola

I’ve had this dream of being a writer for so long, but the thing is we dream the fulfilled vision, we don’t dream about the sleepless nights, the struggles and the times we fail, we just dream about the outcome we desire but forget that there are small steps, and small victories that have to happen before we “get there”.  I believe there is no place “we get to”, but the journey is its own reward.  Honestly, its perfect we can only dream about the outcome, because if we constantly thought about all the things that could go wrong and the hardships we have to endure, we would likely give up before we ever even started. 

My mind’s earliest memory of writing goes back to when I was around 8 years old, in my aunt’s apartment in Levittown, writing a poem to a boy a liked. That is the first time, that I can think of, that written words became my favorite way of expression.  I’ve written poems, songs, short stories, and posts like this one you’re reading. I’ve had a blog before this one, for a couple of years until the unbelievable for me happened: I stopped writing. I had no muse and sitting down to write was more of a horror story than something I enjoyed. Every time I tried to write I would write 3 sentences and leave it there, as an unnamed document or a well forgotten piece of paper.  Even though I had no inspiration I never stopped believing that writing is what I was created to do, and I knew that it was a phase in my life that I needed to walk and grow through.  That drought of words in my life was one of those hardships you don’t think of when you’re dreaming and getting through the drought has been one of my small victories. I don’t consider that period in which I wasn’t able to write as something bad, on the contrary it made me grow on different areas in life that compliment me as a writer and led me to the creation of this blog you’re visiting today.

There is never a right time, according to our understanding, to do things. There is always a right time in God’s timeline, but if we take the decision to do things by how we feel about the timing we’re most likely to never begin anything.  So, I started this blog with a new-born baby and a toddler, a full-time job, being an active part of a ministry, and working on a few side projects as well. Nevertheless, this is God’s timing for my blog and here I am. We can carry all the load that God puts on our shoulders, because to say the contrary would mean to attribute imperfection to the only perfect one.

I guess today is a perfect day to start something you’ve always wanted to do… The world has been put on pause, perhaps you can press play on your dreams. Enjoy the journey, knowing there will be bumps in the road, and battles to fight. Enjoy the path, knowing there will be somedays in which, without any desire to continue, you will have to push yourself beyond your limits. And if we’re being honest there will be more days that you will perform out of discipline than out of inspiration… Life is nothing more than a breath of life. Enjoy it, seek happiness and choose joy, no matter what is happening around you.

See you in the letters.

With love,

Bianca Paola

He tenido este sueño de ser escritora por tanto tiempo, pero el detalle de los sueños es que soñamos con la visión completada, no soñamos con las noches sin dormir, los retos y las veces que fallaremos. Simplemente soñamos con el resultado que deseamos, pero olvidamos que hay pequeños pasos, y pequeñas victorias que tenemos que dar y obtener antes de “llegar.” Creo que no hay ningún lugar al que “llegamos” sino que el camino es su propia recompensa. Honestamente, es perfecto que solo podamos soñar con el resultado, porque si constantemente pensáramos en todo lo que pudiese salir mal, y en las dificultades que tenemos que enfrentar, es muy posible que nos rindamos sin tan siquiera haber comenzado.

El recuerdo más antiguo que tengo de escribir se transporta a cuando tenía como ocho años, y estaba en el apartamento de mi tía en Levittown, escribiendo un poema para un niño que me gustaba. Esa es la primera vez, que yo recuerdo, en la que las palabras se convirtieron en mi método favorito para expresarme. He escrito poemas, canciones, cuentos cortos y publicaciones como esta que estás leyendo. Había tenido un blog anterior a este por algunos años hasta que pasó lo increíble para mi: dejé de escribir. No tenía musa y sentarme a escribir era más una historia de horror que algo que disfrutaba. Cada vez que trataba de escribir redactaba 3 oraciones y lo dejaba ahí, como un documento sin nombre o un pedazo de papel olvidado. Aunque no tenía nada de inspiración nunca dejé de creer que escribir, era para lo que había sido creada, y sabía que era una etapa de mi vida en la cual tenía que caminar y crecer. Esa sequía de palabras en mi vida fue una de esas dificultades en las cuales no piensas cuando estás soñando y atravesarla ha sido una de mis pequeñas victorias. No considero esa etapa de mi vida en la cual no podía escribir como algo malo, al contrario, me hizo crecer en áreas que me complementan como escritora y me trajeron a crear este blog que hoy estás visitando.

Nunca hay un tiempo correcto, según nuestro entendimiento, para hacer las cosas. Siempre hay un tiempo correcto en Dios, pero si tomamos la decisión de hacer algo basado en como nos sentimos, es muy posible que nunca comencemos nada. Así que comencé este blog con un recién nacido, un niño de un año, un trabajo a tiempo completo, siendo parte activa de un ministerio y con unos cuantos proyectos en la mano.  Sin embargo, este es el tiempo de Dios para mi blog, y aquí estoy. Podemos cargar todo el peso que Dios nos ha dado porque decir lo contrario sería atribuir imperfección al único perfecto.

Creo que hoy es el día perfecto para comenzar algo que siempre has querido hacer. El mundo ha sido puesto en pausa, quizás puedes darle “play” a tus sueños. Disfruta el camino sabiendo que habrá piedras en el camino y batallas que pelear. Disfruta el camino sabiendo que habrá días en los que, sin ningún deseo de continuar, deberás empujarte más allá de tus propios límites y no habrá nadie para animarte, excepto tu mismo. Y si somos honestos, habrá más días en los que ejecutarás por disciplina que por inspiración… La vida no es más que un aliento de vida. Disfrútala, busca tu felicidad y escoge el gozo en tu vida, no importa lo que esté pasando a tu alrededor.

Nos vemos en las letras…

Con cariño,

Bianca Paola