How to Shake Off the Week

“Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy.” Psalm 126:5 Today was a rough day. I won’t go into the details. I will pick up where I left off on Monday. But as I felt the overwhelm and edginess that comes with the feeling of being chewed and spit out, I satContinue reading “How to Shake Off the Week”

persi in mare

By: Gabriela Yareliz Sometimes, the bright lights confuse us. We stare at them, hypnotized. They leave us disoriented. I understand the way an animal feels when it is caught in oncoming traffic. I think we spend half of our days like that. The better light is the one that glows. We feel it deeply. WeContinue reading “persi in mare”

American Wealth

By: Gabriela Yareliz “I arrived with $20 I borrowed. I was clutching it in my hand. I didn’t even put it in my pocket because I didn’t want anyone to steal it,” he told me. I leaned against the elevator door frame while listening to his story about how he arrived to the United StatesContinue reading “American Wealth”

A Society of Cowards

By: Gabriela Yareliz A society of cowards. Perhaps most of the ills in society can be traced back to a spiritual crisis in which we have eliminated God and have placed ourselves alone on the universe’s stage. And then, in the midst of the anarchy, we grow afraid. We live in a society that cravesContinue reading “A Society of Cowards”

Our Internal Narrative

By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s a dark and rainy spring morning as I write this. It is so cool outside, which is refreshing after having woken up with allergies and swollen eyelids. (My allergies are killing me lately). I have my basil Beauty Pie candle going, and my pretty bunch of chamomile flowers on my entryContinue reading “Our Internal Narrative”

The Same Voyage

By: Gabriela Yareliz I watched Bon Voyage (Jean-Paul Rappeneau). It had been years since I had seen the film. It is one of intrigue. One where the upper class and average French life collides as the Germans are invading France. You see government officials in their reasoning for fleeing and surrendering, you see German spies,Continue reading “The Same Voyage”

The Jagged Lines

By: Gabriela Yareliz Erwin McManus wrote recently that we pick certain studies and professions because something deep inside of us sort of seeks something in that. He gives the example of his wife, a woman who was orphaned at 8 years old, who then went on to be a teacher for eight-year-old kids. While sheContinue reading “The Jagged Lines”

Service

“The message of a risen Savior always ignites a mission of radical service in the one who believes.” Dwight K. Nelson By: Gabriela Yareliz When all of the train chaos happened, this past week, I remember one of the first texts I got was from my fiancé telling me he was going to come getContinue reading “Service”

Safe

By: Gabriela Yareliz I was late. If you know me, you know I hate being late. I am never late, so I was also mad. I pulled up my tights a little too hard while exhaling loudly toward no one in particular and slipped on my ribbed black dress. Boots or loafers? I didn’t knowContinue reading “Safe”

Passport Photos

By: Gabriela Yareliz I greet my friend at the pharmacy. (He works at the pharmacy, and we always say ‘hello’.) He asks me my last name as he logs it into the photo printer computer in front of me, and we find out we have the same last name. Something we had not discovered yet,Continue reading “Passport Photos”