Evangelism || Anywhere, Anytime, Anyone [God’s Perfect Timing]

Before I share with you my very first successful and filled-with-passion evangelizing to a 7 year old, I would like to explain “Anywhere, Anything Time, Anyone”, it basically means ‘do not limit yourselves in sharing the word of God’ but then of course there is also ‘God’s perfect timing’ and God’s ‘perfect place’ so I just wanted to clear things up a little just so you wouldn’t get confused.

Now to my ‘very first successful and filled-with-passion’ evangelizing-

God loves the little children

 Setting: In the Bus (a ride home)

 Time: Curiosity of the Girl

 – Me
– a 7 year old girl named, Phm
– My sister, Gab

It all started with my pink bible that was given to me by my Pastor as a Christmas present, I brought it with me to school with the  sudden desire and hunger to read it everyday. I opened to Genesis 42 while in the bus ride home. My sister being a very nosy girl,  grabbed the book and read aloud. I grew irritated and made no efforts to hide it. Next to me was Phm, a young girl and a friend of Gab’s (my sister),

she asked suddenly “Is that a bible? It’s so thick! How could you read all that?”
I smiled at her, still irritated at my sister who continued to read aloud,
“I read it little by little” I replied to her,
“What’s story are you reading?” she asked,
“Joseph the Dreamer” I replied once again,
“Joseph the Dreamer?” she repeated with a confused tone in her voice. I smiled at her and carefully told her the story of Joseph- which she still doesn’t get but is very interested and intent in listening. She kept asking questions about God, Heaven, and about prayer. It was very refreshing for me to see an innocent girl her age get so excited and energetic about God.

“Do you know Jesus?” I asked her as it was the most important thing I needed to know. She replied, yes then asked me if Jesus and God are the same. I answered, yes. Then I told her more about Jesus and heaven, that He was the only way to go there. She asked me many things- it was crazy! I’ve never felt so tested, but by the grace of God, I answered every question with- a little thinking done- but with complete ease.  I told her how there were no tears andsadness in heaven, and she smiled the whole time. It was beautiful. I told her that there were many animals in heaven, and she grinned asking me if there were ponies in heaven and unicorns, then mermaids, and the like. I stared at her with laughter in my heart. Lord, how innocent this child is. She asked me where she could find Jesus if she and her family were in Heaven. She told me that she was shy, shy to talk to people. Then I told her that she shouldn’t be shy, especially not to Jesus. “Jesus loves you very much and He really wants to talk to you..”

She was flowing with lots of questions that I just told her “All the answers are in the Bible. That’s why its so big, because we have a lot of questions, and all the answers are in it. God’s words are in it”. She stared at me in awe, then asked “Who writes the bible? How could they write it?”, I told her that God spoke directly to His chosen people in the past and told them what to write. She smiled and asked a lot more questions like, “Are there gadgets in heaven?” , “How big is God?” and some that I couldn’t recall anymore, but in the end of it all she said to me with a smile on her face “Jesus sounds really nice. Heaven sounds nice too! and all the stories you told me about Joseph and.. Da- who?”, “David.” “… David. They’re all so nice- thank you for telling me more about God, Ate Mary”

And I couldn’t help but think how amazing and wonderful God is! And how He had used me as an instrument to share His word to this beautiful girl. Gab even intervened in our conversation giving her point of view and the things she read in the bible. When Phm asked, “Are there any gadgets in heaven?”, Gab replied, “No! Because in the Bible it says ‘Do not JUDGE or you will be judged also’ so no, there are no JUDGES in heaven.” That was just hilarious. What these kids can say and do… you shouldn’t really underestimate them. It’s really a blessing. Phm told me that she was gonna share this to her parents and I replied “Why not?”- my gift for her tomorrow… a bible.

Evangelism is a command and its a really good feeling to share the word of God to others.  So when do you share the word of God and to whom?


Childlike Faith || Do You Want to See Jesus?

April 7 2014

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One night I asked my little sister who lay with me in bed, “Gab, do you want to know my crush?” she turned to me with an innocent smile plastered on her face,

“Who?” she asked,

She scrunched her nose “But how can you marry Jesus?  How can you kiss Jesus? You can’t even see Him…”

At that moment, I started to cry. It was dark so she couldn’t see me. O how I longed to see the face of my Savior. How I longed to hug Him. I asked God, “When?”… after I had stopped crying, I decided to ask my sister again,

“Gab, do you want to know my crush?”

She started to repeat her rant “But how can you marry Jesus? How can you kiss Jesus? How can you hug Him?…”

“Do you want to see Jesus?” I asked my little sister, she smiled and nodded “Yes!”
I want to see Jesus, I want to hug Him and lie down on Him… I want to see Jesus when I go there in Heaven.”
“Someday, Gab, we will see Him. When its time. When its the right time.” I whispered to her,
“When is the right time?”
“Only Jesus knows..”

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. And I lay awake… what wonderful faith my sister has. ^_^ Be not childish, but be child-like in your faith towards our Father in Heaven…

So do not lose hope and faith, trust in the Lord. Live for Him until you see Him face to face, live to love Him, live to glorify Him… God bless!

A Touchy Conversation With My Little Sister

After our little sibling quarrel we said our Sorry’s and somehow had a conversation about me leaving to college…


Gab: Ate (meaning ‘elder sister’) when you’re in college chat (with) us ha!

Me: But what if there’s no internet?

Gab: Then ask your teacher how to put internet.

Me: But what if we can’t have internet.

Gab: Then you can call us.

Me: But then, what if I lost my phone?

Gab: You mean, if you don’t have load? Then borrow your classmate’s phone.

I couldn’t help but be curious into what she would say next, so I pressured her… hehe.

Me: What if everybody doesn’t have load?

Gab: Then ask God, (she said with no hesitation) He will give you load.

Gab: We’ll miss you, Ate. (She rubbed her eyes, about to cry)

I hugged her and it was a beautiful moment. It’s nice to know that you have a sister who loves and cares for you, and even better, one who draws you closer to God. I thank that Lord for giving me such a wonderful little sister, an answered prayer indeed. ~~ She even mentioned an additional “Can you write what I said, Ate? And print it to the whole world” She’s the family clown too!.. and now I’m wondering if that was all an act… Nah, it was too beautiful. If mom and dad read this, they would give me the ‘See?-you-have-a-sister-who-loves-you’ face… Haha anyway, Au Revoir my Lovelies and God bless!

Kids, Patience, & A Loose Tooth!

You would think that the bus is the best place to rest in peace… apparently, mine is filled with fighting kids, crying kids, and.. kids, AND their excessive use of “vulgar” words, the most common being, ‘Liar’ and ‘Mean’.

Lalala~ Its fun though… I mean the kids 😀 They’re pretty nice to be with when they aren’t constantly yapping and whining. I laughed when my sister faced me and said “So that’s why you hate kids?”. I guess I needed to be patient and more loving. Maybe that’s why God placed me with these children. Smart…. and Sneaaaky!

They are still kids, so it’s pretty hard to teach them a lesson. I remember me and my troubles when I was younger, and weirdly enough, my sister is having the same problems as well. It gets pretty annoying when they don’t understand- but if was able to figure these conflicts out- with the help of Jesus and my family- then through God’s timing, maybe my sister will find it out soon 🙂

BTW, she’s experiencing her first LOOSE TOOTH! Moving it back and forth with her finger or tongue. I wonder how she’s dealing with it. If she’s excited, or if she’s nervous… Anyway! One of the kids in the bus told my sister “Stop moving it! It’s scary”, pointing directly at my sister’s tooth. I kinda got irritated with her and told her it was rude to say ‘scary’ and point at other people. She pouted her lips, getting all teary eyed and said “You’re so bad, why are you being mean to me?”. At this point, I felt like -uggh!- sooo annoyed, but I didn’t want her to cry any further so I forced out a smile and distracted her from our current topic, she stopped crying and giggled a little. I wish I felt a little sympathy and love- I’m still working on it though.

After dealing with the kid, I faced my sister who was still angry at the girl, so I tried to calm her down- ’cause if she’s angry now, she’ll be angry back home, which will make me angry, and stuff will happen. Sibling rivalry and all. Thank the Lord it’s all right, right now 😀

Back to the loose tooth topic! I suddenly wish I could experience it again…

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I do not own this picture


I watched my dad as he tied a string to the base of my tooth, “Daaaad don’t make it fast okay? Just slow, like this” I slowly tugged the string, making sure I didn’t put much force to it. “Yes yes, I will” he said while looking intently at my mouth, then gave me a smile of assurance- or at least, that’s what I thought it looked like, 

“Ready?” asked dad, lightly holding the string, a smile on his face

“Sloooowly” (>_<“) I reminded him, nervously moving my tooth back and forth with the tip of my tongue,

“I will I will” 

Then suddenly WOOSH! (O_O…) *silence*

“See? it wasn’t that bad” said dad, laughing 

I touched the area where my ‘once-loose-tooth’ was located, still shocked by the quick pull of the string. When I felt that the tooth was no longer in its place…


and it didn’t even hurt….

End of Flashback

Sigh… I miss those days :’) *sniff sniff* Dad even experimented with it and tied the string to the knob of the door, thinking that once you slam the door shut, the force would be enough to pull- or RIP! the tooth out. It didn’t work though, I still remember it- not very clearly though- but I recall dad laughing (._.”) Yay… thanks dad. xD Well! I’ve learnt a lot today 🙂 and recalled some funny moments in the past~ which gives us another good reason of why we should PRAISE THE LORD! ❤ LOVE YOU PAPA JESUS!

PS. Please pray for my voice, it’s kind of lost, I don’t know why it even decided to run away in the first place. Just please pray for it to come back 😥 huhuhu I have to sing for our Church’s Anniversary in 2 days! and I really want to make the Lord proud, if not a good voice, then please also pray to keep away the fear and nervousness I feel. Thank you all! God bless you! ❤

Casting Your Worries & Anger Away (testimony)

I’ve felt a lot busy this time around, I turned into a worrywart in just 1 month, I easily anger, and I basically drifted away from God. Today I got so stressed and so angry at my sister (just because she didn’t want to eat) that I screamed at her so hard, I have NEVER screamed like that in my whole life. I was so filled with rage that it scared me. I cried- a real cry that includes loud sobbing and lots of tears. I missed God. I needed Him. I felt like a monster that it hurts so much. I was so filled with rage I even imagined doing something really bad to my sister. And that scared me- to the point that I felt like I was about to turn crazy. Please pray for me. I was really scared, I just needed to get out of it and give some of my time to God, I’m letting it all go… it hurts so bad, you know? So, I’m letting it go and just leave everything to God. If you are feeling what I am feeling right now- here’s a short story that might help 🙂 God bless ya’ll! 

No time for God:

No Time for God- Part 1
No time for God- Part 2

Letting Go Of Anger

Madolyn now stays cool in situations that used to send her into a rage.
Madolyn Cavazos as told to Karen Langley
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I do not own this picture

What did you say?” I glared at the other waitress.

“You heard me,” she shot back.

It was true. I had heard. She’d made a racist comment about my Mexican family.

“If you have a problem, we can talk in private, not in front of the customers,” I said icily.

I felt my temper rising, but I kept calm. Then she pushed me on our way to the break room. I warned her to quit, and she pushed me again. My anger exploded, and I punched her in the face.

The manager fired both of us on the spot. Without a word, I grabbed my keys and marched out of the restaurant. She deserved what she got, I thought as I slammed my car door.

My temper hadn’t always been so explosive. In eighth grade, it took all the courage I had to stand up for a girl who was often teased. From that day on, the bullies picked on me instead—at lunch, in the hallways and after school.

A group of girls followed me home from school almost every day, calling me names and shouting rude comments about my Mexican heritage. I took the abuse without saying a word. But inwardly, my heart screamed. I felt scared, ashamed and angry.

When I started high school, I made friends with some of the upperclassmen on my softball team. They warned the bullies to back off. With friends behind me, I found the courage to stand up for myself. One day freshman year, I overheard a couple of girls gossiping about me. I yelled and swore at them and warned them to get off my back. My intense reaction surprised me. I guess all that built-up anger was bound to spill out sooner or later. Pretty soon, my fiery temper earned me a reputation as someone who wouldn’t take bullying from anyone. I started talking tough and even got into a few fistfights.

Even though I was a Christian, I hadn’t allowed God into this angry part of my life. Then something happened to change all that. At youth group one Sunday night, two guys got into a shouting match, and one of them shoved the other to the floor. The next week, they stood in front of the group and apologized to each other, to us and to God. One of the guys read Proverbs 22:24 (NIV): “Do not make friends with a hot-tempered man, do not associate with one easily angered.”

The words hit me like a blow to the gut. That verse is talking about me.

And what was it saying? Don’t be friends with angry, hot-tempered me. I thought about the fights … the people I’d yelled at … being fired from my job. I thought about a guy from school who had made a rude comment to me a couple days earlier. I’d backed him against a locker and warned him never to mess with me again. What kind of person have I become?

The next day at school, I took my seat next to the boy I’d threatened. When our teacher passed back some homework, I handed him his paper.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

My friend at the desk ahead of mine turned around and stared at me in shock. I felt stunned, too. Where did that come from? Normally, I would have antagonized the kid for at least a week. After class my friend asked me what the deal was, and I told her something had happened at church to change my attitude.

I’ve noticed a lot of changes in my life these days. I’ve even tried to say I’m sorry to people I’ve hurt with my anger. I also have been biting my tongue—something I never used to do. I find I’m able to stay cool in situations that used to send me into a rage. In spite of all the positive changes, I still get angry and swear sometimes, and I feel frustrated and wonder if I’ll ever get things right. I know if it were up to me, I wouldn’t. Thankfully, it’s not. I know Christ is working on my heart to change me little by little from the inside out.

Helping Hand.


If all you see is darkness, then to light you must adjust.

Once all you see is light, then to light you give your trust.

If you have sinned again, someday soon you’ll understand, that God is always there to lend you a helping hand.

– Mary Pacis

I was sitting in the bus, thinking about light… Remembering the one time I was in the balcony, it was a bright and sunny day, I was helping my mom dry the clothes. I went back into the house, to see nothing but black and some yellow spots here and there.

It made me quite dizzy and kind of lost, even if the effect lasted for just a few seconds.

And after remembering that small scene, the poem just struck to me like lightning. It’s a short poem. But its amazing that you could make a small memory turn to something beautiful…

Girl Power!

I was just ‘picture-surfing’ on face book and found this highly amusing photo of my sister literally grabbing her friend and putting all her weight on him.



More girl power

And she’s smiling! Oh this is HILARIOUS! I couldn’t wait ’till she grows up, this would definitely be worth showing! This picture is gold!

So… How much is YOUR girl power?