The black sludge. Sometimes I wonder if I were cut, would blood gush out, or would a slow black sludge, so hot and thick pour out like lava until it covers everything and burns everyone around me. This sludge has been familiar to me most of my life. It's my own personal concoction of anger, … Continue reading The black sludge

Entry from my journal on Saturday, the day before Resurrection Sunday. Something you don't know about me. I was a very ambitious child. When I was in 3rd grade, I wrote a play. I took it to my teacher and asked if I could direct the class in my play. To my surprise, she said yes. I … Continue reading Something you don’t know about me

Expanded from my Facebook page: Perez Family on Mission April 15, 2017. The day after Good Friday. The day before Resurrection Sunday.  The day of waiting. This wasn't the best picture I took of us. My selfie game was a little off, but I adore this picture. I think it captures a little bit of … Continue reading when I exhaled

Drylands are defined by the "scarcity of water." This I know well. This sign is actually in the neighborhood where we are staying. When we aren't continually bringing ourselves to the base of the well of living water, our soul- our "land" becomes spiritually dry. We dig for water all around, we dig our own broken cisterns … Continue reading Dryland

Photo cred: http://www.choosejoystore.com An excerpt from my journal- April 13, 2017. Here I sit. It's early morning. The sound of the dishwasher is loudly whirring nearby. The click of the A/C box outside clicks on, and I feel the cool air conditioning pour from the vents in the ceiling- central air. A new world before us. … Continue reading The Gift to Choose Joy

My first blog post. I am not a writer. I guess that's important for me to say from the get go. This journey of mine (which really isn't "mine" if I am being technical) is focused on finding God through the adventures of life. The ups the downs, the detours, the closed roads and off … Continue reading I am not a writer.