Why Marco Lord?

Last week was a whirlwind to me….I still cannot comprehend how or why this happened. My sweet nephew March Sanchez had a massive heart attack and passed away just 5 days before his wedding day….I kept telling myself…”this is the first tragedy we have had as a family”. The Lord has always spared us from these things. It really scared me and I felt a dull pain overwhelm me and it still does.

I looked around me as I sat at the wake and I saw all of my family in a daze…..I saw my dear sister Lisa who just 3 months ago lost her husband and now she was back at the same funeral home but this time it was her son. My heart ached for her…I could not give her any words of comfort all I could do was hold her and cry with her.
Marco was such a happy person. I heard so many stories about his generosity, his fun outlook on life and how much he was loved by his friends. I cannot ever remember him without a smile on his face.

I have never experienced such mourning….His fiancée picked out his clothes for the funeral home, she made his arrangements….she was so strong on that day. As she returned she went to his room alone. I then heard a grievous howling coming from his room. I ran to her and there she was sitting on His bed in total despair….I held her and prayed for her…..It was a grief that was coming out from deep within her spirit and I could feel her pain. “Lord, why?

I don’t understand this….they were just about to begin the most wonderful time in their lives. They had been planning this wedding for so long…..
I asked the Lord why again? All I could do was trust in Him. I don’t know why…but I do know that the Lord always has a plan. He is after all God…who are we to question Him? I also know that Marco is with the Lord….I have peace over this so I try to focus on that and when I think of Him….I smile. I see him singing with the Angels….I see him asking all sorts of questions and I see him in awe of his surroundings. This is the picture I am trying to focus on.

We are all left behind….I pray for my sister Lisa….and I pray for dear Leslie. I heard from her today…she said “I officially started a Marco and Wedding Box…she said she is crying a lot and she is praying a lot”…
Lord, I pray for Leslie, that you give her a blanket of peace. Lord you have a plan for her life…please show it to her quickly…..comfort her as only you can do.
My heart hurts for them….I find myself praying without ceasing ….its all I can do.

Pray for them please!

Futbol/Soccer

I am going to share a little bit about this sport to all our USA friends....I know you all get Football...but really....it does not compare to the World Cup. We are talking about "the whole world is watching this" kind of sport. So I suggest the rest of the Americans need to get on board. The World Cup is about millions of people coming together and feeling the buzz of nerves right before a game begins. Its about each time they play the participating countries anthem you feel a choking in your throat for that country. I guess its almost like the olympics...but better. Its the one sport all the countries in the world have in common.

I have been watching the World Cup since I was a child. I grew up in a family where all my 4 brothers played in a Soccer league. They played for team "Guatemala". We would go every Sunday after church to watch them play at Memorial Park. Then I met and fell in love with a man that played Soccer all his life and we continued our love for the sport all these years. We have never missed watching the "World Cup". It completely takes over our life during this time. Its one month of intense futbol matches....Its really billions of people watching it.

I found a new book that has been written..."what the World Cup means to me" its 21 stories of top soccer writers, analysts and bloggers from around the world. The World Cup is a magical time when billions of soccer fans around the world come together for the biggest sports tournament on earth. I love the writing of one fan and BBC Analyst Tim Vickery:

"It means being nine years old and arguing over at the park about who was going to be Valdomiro or Sparswasser. It means knowing how to spell Czechoslovakia because they'd reached two finals. It means meeting someone called Popescu and knowing that she was of Romanian origin. It means being a council estate kid who had never got further than the Isle of Wight, but who still knew that he was part of the big, wide world"

For me, I remember players like Pele, Maradona, Vava, Garrincha, Eusebio heros to this day...
I's so glad to see them still during this World Cup. Pele is in the stands and Maradona is the coach for Argentina....

Another person wrote:

In America, the touchstones for "Where were you when" are the moon landing and the Kennedy assassination, but unimaginably more people saw the Zidane headbutt; an event whose significance is in fact largely confined to the fact that so many people watched it happen. That's an amzaing thing to think about, and it's one reason why, for all the reasons it gives us to be cynical, the game can still create legends. It means something because it means something to everyone.

To me that says it all.....We will be consumed til July 11th...forgive me if I don't answer your call or email........

Ruth, Harold, Chris, Leah, Andrea, Orlando, Sammy and Emma!!!!

special days!

We just spent 6 days with our grandkids in our home while their Mommy and Dada spent a few days in New York....

We had so much fun! I just love being a Grandma! I am Yaya and Harold is Pop! Emma ran around the house dancing and humming...she just loves music. We sang alot...I would start a song and then ask her to sing with me she would begin humming the song...I think she will be a great singer one day!

I laughed so much with Sam! He has such a great sense of humor...we would be watching tv and he would look at me and begin raising his eyebrows up and down and the face he made was so funny I laughed so hard each time so of course he kept doing it off and on through out the week.

I look around me and I see lots of grand parents and I wonder if they enjoy their little ones just as much as we do...

Yes we were exhausted but I would not miss the time with them for anything or anyone! I want my grandkids to really know who we are...really count on us for everything.

If you are a grand parent this is the time to enjoy their lives...when they are little and growing up. If you don't spend time with them they wont spend time with you when they are older. I look at a friend of mine that is a grandmother...she has two grand kids one boy about 8 and a girl about 12 or 13 I think. They look to have a great relationship. They love their Nona! Even at this age I can see they spend lots of time with her and their relationship shows...its a good one. I'm sure Nona spent lots of time with them when they were little. It shows!

I cannot imagine going a week without seeing my grandkids...especially when they live just 20 minutes away. It must be very difficult for those that live far apart from each other. My heart is so full....I thank the Lord each day that he gave us such incredible gifts. I can't wait for more....

As they left and headed back home....I cried on my way to work yesterday morning....I was having a huge separation withdrawal.

I'm glad their mommy is home....they missed her lots....Dada will be home today and I'm sure their little secure world will be complete. My cup runneth over....

Paying for Luggage?

A friend just returned from a weekend trip and she mentioned that she had to pay $25.00 each way to check in her bag....hmm..

It got me thinking....How much have we paid over the years for carrying our "baggage" around? We should all be millionaires!!

What do I mean by our baggage? Well we hold on to bad comments made to us, we hold on to the bad memories we've endured, we hold on to hurts and pains caused by others, we hold on to failures, we hold on to all the things that we should have trashed over the years and we keep it all together and carrying it with us wherever we travel. We sometimes stop and show our baggage to others. We also stop and move it around to fit more in. We can at times weigh it and compare it to others...It also gets heavy at times and our back hurts from pulling it behind us. How can our load be lighter?

We just need to learn to forgive...how? By throwing out the trash and this way your baggage is just the essentials that will fit in the overhead compartment and it won't cost you extra!

When do you know that you've forgiven? Well I believe its when you speak of the hurtful situation and it no longer pains you as if it just happened a few days ago....that alone will be a good signal.

Our load should be minimal....one, like I said before, that can fit in the overhead compartment. We need to carry just the essentials that we need to get through...an example is, remember the hurtful situation? Well keep only what you learned about that pain and don't let it happen again...

Forgiveness is not easy but it is a must for our own wellbeing.

Let's keep our baggage to a low minimum!!!!

How big is your bag? Are you paying a high fee to keep it with you?

Psalm 55:22 says: Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.