Made of Dust

how fragile life is...
we are made of dust...
one minute we are arguing
in another we are smiling..
sometimes we get angry,
we are selfish....
but nothing is worth anything at the end....
we don't own our existence.
we are not our own.
why am i crying for here?
a broken heart?
a tired smile?
and so fast everything goes away...
one moment we are here
the next we might not..
we are fragile...
made of dust.
dumb...
how dumb are we for suffering...
one minute we are..
one minute we are gone...
fragile...we are just made of dust....
that's why we should celebrate...
we should smile!
we should live as if it's the last day,
the last moment,
the last meal....
the truth is, we are simply fragile.
men made of dust...
celebrate life!
be thankful!
hug, kiss, laugh!!
because we are fragile,
we are just made of dust.



On that day we will smile..
at them...
at HIM....
we will be reunited...
we will be home...

‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. 

There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, 

for the old order of things has passed away.” 

Revelations 21:4




Cuando la muerte te toca de cerca, 
de repente ya quejarse no vale la pena,
ser infeliz por cosas insignificantes ya no tiene sentido
no importa si estoy bien o mal
sola o acompañada...
lo importante es que vivo.
Gracias Dios por dejarme vivir.






no voy a perder mas el tiempo.
no es mio para mal gastarlo .
it's really over.

In Christ Alone

Amo este tema....
ahora que todo se casan alrededor mio, estuve pensando con que tema haría que pasen mis amigos o como le dicen el "wedding party"... quería algo de Owl City....
encontré el tema... me identifico con el en un 100%
pase lo que pase, siempre parada sobre el amor de Cristo que me sostiene....
algún día, dentro de muchos años, cuando me case,
este himno va a resonar abriéndome camino.
si... después de todo soy mujer, y pienso en estas cosas...
espero lo disfruten como yo....

happy sabbath :)

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone, my hope is found

He is my light, my strength, my song

This cornerstone, this solid ground

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease

My comforter, my all-in-all

Here in the love of Christ I stand


There in the ground His body lay

Light of the world by darkness slain

Then bursting forth in glorious day

Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine

Bought with the precious blood of Christ


No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me

From life's first cry to final breath

Jesus commands my destiny

No power of hell, no scheme of man

Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand
Till He returns or calls me home

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand

Bottom Line.

when there is nothing to say.
maybe is the day.
maybe is the night.
maybe is just the ache in my heart.
maybe the word perhaps fits better.
perhaps all of the maybes have to stop.
probably.
maybe.
perhaps.
apparently everything is an illusion
most likely, i'm free at last.
the bottom.
the bottom line.
or right at the bottom of the heart.
a song sings out loud.
we are breakable...
that simple.
only that.
fragile.
breakable.
boys and girls.

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.