3 Steps Towards Healing a Heart

"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."

Matthew 11:28

As we move into a brand new year, I can't help but think about the year we leave behind. It is amazing how much can really happen to one life in 365 days!

Personally, it's been both rewarding and difficult. I truly believe where trial is, there are blessings...and vise versa. One particular memory for me cuts deep to my fleshly core. It is something that caught me blindsided and slapped my trust right out of the window! Do you know what I mean? That moment when your little world seems fine but little did you know something dark is lurking in the shadows, ready to unveil a harsh truth that has been kept from you.

I know you understand where I'm coming from. Do you know how I know? You have a pulse. Therefore, you have a heart...and unfortunately where there is a heart, there is the possibility of breakage. Have you ever had a broken heart? Think back to how that made you feel. What was your immediate emotion? Anger? Resentment? Betrayal? All the above?

Well, I have got great news: Every heart that can be broken can also be healed! I'm serious. No magic, no special meds, no smoke screens. Just the Lord Jesus Christ and His Almighty power, overshadowing the shadows, lighting the darkness and binding the wounds! With God, the walls and chains around a heart can fall, completely and without fail. We may not be able to trust each other much but its a guarantee; we can trust the Lord!

During prayer one morning, Jesus placed these three steps into my mind. They are the main parts of the healing process. Going through a rough patch in your marriage? Difficulty with children? Someone you love passed on? I get it...and so does God. Here are three steps to take to heal your broken heart:

1.) TEARS
Let yourself grieve and purge heaviness. The worse thing you can do is suppress your emotions. God gave us emotions to be used a certain way. We usually don't use them right and become angry when something flares up beyond our control. Stop trying to make sense of the situation and don't seek a solution right away. When you get a cut on your body, don't you react to the instant pain first, shed some tears and sniffle before grabbing a band-aid? That's how it is suppose to be! We need to give ourselves that moment, that opportunity to empty ourselves of sorrow.

2.) TRUST
Believe things will get better! Pain, no matter how deep, is but for a moment. You never forget it but you can overcome it. Try to seek the Lord, pray, read His Word and hide scriptures in your heart that relate to your situation. Read them every day. If you are following Jesus, that means you are behind Him and He already is ahead! He has prepared the ground for you and knows where you are and what you need.

3.) TIME
Don't rush the process. Understand that even the simple things need time to develop. God made the Earth in seven days...not overnight. Allow Him to work; in your entire palace. To heal your heart, the Lord might take a trip through your mind, decisions and choices. Some things may come to the surface that you will have to face; through it all, He just wants you to make time to abide in Him.

Healing is not a one step, one moment event but an ongoing process. Also every person is different so don't think you are crazy for taking longer or even shorter time to heal. The Lord Jesus knows where you are, what has happened and how you can be restored. Take Him at His word, for it never goes void!

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Celebration of a Life {My Grandpa, Mi Abuelo, Mi 'Welo"}

"Welo" & my beautiful mother on her wedding day

I knew I'd have to write about this at some point but I really didn't know what to say. I kinda still don't, truth be told. So if you'd excuse me for getting vulnerable & transparent, I'd like to talk about my grandfather...

He passed away a couple of days ago and it still hasn't hit me yet. I'm not sure if it's pregnancy hormones all outta whack or what...I actually expected myself to be really sensitive. Though I am in a way, I feel like God has been preparing me for this moment. I am extremely sad of course but I can't help but feel the Lord's peace in my heart.

I cried in the shower yesterday morning but haven't since. I almost feel like God wants me to focus more on celebrating my grandfather's life and all the fun memories I have, and not focus on the negative. Like when he would put together model cars and color them with nail polish. Or how he would get solicited letters in the mail from the lottery and he would get so excited. He kept a wall display of fake million dollar bills and swore he'd win the lottery someday. The way he mastered Donald Duck's voice and thought it was hilarious. We kids thought it was too, but I always knew my grandpa seemed to enjoy it more because he was so proud of himself for sounding like Donald haha

I remember him sitting me in front on the TV, where I would watch Reading Rainbow, Wheel of Fortune and my favorite, Bob Ross. I would doodle and draw on scrap paper he'd give me, fascinated and mesmerized by Bob's painting skills. That's where I think my love for painting started. At my grandpa's house. That's also where I think the oldest ever gold fishes lived...he had about three in this small tank. They were like some sort of magical, prehistoric aquatic animal that lived forever. They always looked full grown, even throughout the years as we grew...I always wondered what he fed them or what he put in the water!

My prayers these last few days have been ones of restoration and healing. For my beautiful family to celebrate his life, even though we have to deal with death. For no regrets to harbor in their hearts because truthfully, we cannot change the past. We can however be changed by the now, so that we can be better people in the future.

So, I don't want to talk about sorrow and pain. That's not how I remember my grandpa so I will celebrate his life because he was full of life. He was full of humor, laughs, silly voices, tickles, those moments when profanity slipped from his lips and we kids gasped because our parents had taught us not to say them, and yet grandpa just did! The way he didn't need to demand respect because we kids were so stinkin' scared of him sometimes, when he was mad at something we did, we stopped in our tracks and practically lost our bowels. He wasn't mean; he just had a belt handy at all times and it did NOT feel good!

Those moments when we would sit around the dining room table and his asthmatic dog Nosy would bite our toes. Those moments when I'd sit on grandpa's bed, overlooking the city streets, and daydreaming about doing something great one day. Those moments where I watched Sesame Street while eating a big bowl of Spanish rice.

Those are the moments I want to celebrate. Yes, we have to grieve and mourn. It's natural and I guess every person has their own way of doing that. I choose to address my emotions by focusing on the good memories. I choose to celebrate life...his life. 
Angel Luciano, I just want to thank you for making me laugh all those years. For showing me what it really means to be child-like at heart, to keep smiling and to always be bold about who you are no matter what people think or say. You left your stamp on this world and you will never be forgotten. I love you <3

Click here to view the official obituary from The Hartford Courant about this army veteran, a truly great man.