Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Real Comfort.




















Corn kernels in a mason jar. On top of the stove. 
Home-made popcorn. Made by Dad. 
Doll collection. Belongs to my Mom. We spent an entire year collecting them. Years ago, a Sunday out of the month, we would go to Walmart, and try to "catch" it on the crane machine. They each represent a month of the year.
Bed post. When my sister and I were at home, we would spend hours trying to clean these bed posts and made sure there was not even a speck of dust (we had an inspector, aka. Mom)!
Nena. She is our dog. Isn't she cute? 
Garden. It's expanding! 
Bicycle. I used it all through college. I rode it to and from class! One time, someone stole my white basket. About a week, or so, later, I found it placed neatly on the seat of the bicycle.
Numbers. Bien- = Good; Well. -venidos = those who come. Welcome! 
Peek. Dusty road. 
Doors. To the front of the house. 
Lavender room. Guess who? I sleep on that side. 
Window. In my room. When we were little, my sister and I would wake up to our, then teenage neighbor singing to Selena songs! For every Mother's Day, my sister and I would secretly and excitedly stay awake past our bedtime, because we just knew our Dad would send Mariachi (Mexican folk musicians) to serenade for my Mom. When we heard the footsteps, Diana and I would giggle under our sheets, waiting for the music to begin, dreaming of the one day our husbands would do that for us.     


"Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort." 
(Emma) Jane Austen

Love, 
Gabby

Saturday, August 24, 2013

God and my Comfort Zone: How He calls me out.

God is so funny, sometimes. Really. Just when I tell Him I don't want to do something, He calls (nudges) me to do exactly that.

Really, God? Whyyy? I love you, duh, but I really really don't want to! I'll do anything, just not that!

Have you ever felt Him this way? I do, most days.

May I share a random story with you?  

As you already know (or not), I went to Haiti on a short-term mission trip two years ago. The group always had about half and hour to do whatever we wanted before dinner and night devotional time. One of those nights, I was sitting outside, on the steps, reading my Bible, when I saw one of the girls go outside the gate of the missionary house.

There was a lot of laughter and cheering outside, so I followed her a few minutes later. When I reached the gate, I saw that she was talking to a local lady. That lady spoke Haitian creole and broken English. We began talking to her about what we were doing in Haiti, etc. She told us she was the nurse anesthetist in the local hospital. Excitedly, I told her I was a student nurse. We made an immediate connection.

Then I felt it. The God-nudge.

Ask her. Just ask her.

Nooo...Whyyy? Please, don't make me. Ok, fine. 

(Waiting for the right moment)

"...Do you happen to be a Christian?" How awkward. Seriously.

What happened next, blew my mind. Luckly (for me), she said she was. Then, she shared how she became a Christian.

God-nudge.

Ahhh, no!

"...and, do you have a Bible?"

"No, the pastor reads his."

God-nudge.

"Oh, okay. Well... here, you can have mine. It is in English. This one is a little different, the top part of the pages tell you what it is written in the Bible, and the second part, below the line, tells you the history and other things on what you are reading."

Really, God? Did I just say that? I just bought that Bible at school, for school. 

Her face expression was beyond words can describe. She even told me to sign my name on her Bible. I could feel a rush of adrenaline (and embarrasment) run through my body as I quickly signed my name and told her we had to go inside for dinner. She thanked us for talking to her and she said she would always think of this.

It is so funny I took this picture minutes before it happened.
I am not telling you this story because I think I am holier-than-thou. Or because I want to be praised for what I did. I truly believe in "...do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you." (Matthew 6: 3-4) I am telling you this because I want you to see and example of how God works and how "in real-life" He does it. How the Gospel can work in us if we just let it. Since that moment, I've been trying to be more sensitive to His calls. Some moments are so simple, so short in time, that I've often wondered...why?

I've only come up with one conclusion: For His Glory.

Pure and simple. For Him to be glorified. For us to be reminded that He is the only one who deserves praise. Not us. In every single moment where we are called [by God] to do something we don't want, every single awkward and embarrasing moment, He is being glorified.

When you share Bible verses on Facebook, with fear of criticism, He is glorified.
When you write a blog post about your faith.
When you pray out loud in front of an entire group of people.
When you lift your hands up during worship.
When you tell others you want Christ to be the center of your life/marriage.
When you tell that mother you will pray for your patient and for it not to be cancer.
When you share your faith in a not so "godly" place.
When you keep silent instead of bursting out with anger.
When you tell someone, "How can I pray for you?"
Golly, some of my closest friends don't even know I have this blog, why share it? I don't want them to know about what I really think/how I really am.

Think about it. He is being glorified.

Clearly, our Savior is not a God of comfort zones.

What is He calling you to do, today?

"In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." (Matthew 5:16)

Love, 
Gabby 

Friday, August 23, 2013

Night Duty Nurse


"You know, of all of the aspects of nursing, it is night duty I miss the most."

"Do you know why?"

"Because night duty brings out the real nurse."

-London Hospital (Casualty 1907) Matron

(I love this show)

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I love working night shifts. It is fascinating to think that when most of this side of the world is sleeping, there are a couple of nurses here and there, awake, taking care of the sick. It is even more fascinating to think that parents wholeheartedly trust the night shift nurse to take care of their child, while they sleep.

I feel so blessed I was called to this profession. It is my joy.

This night duty nurse is ready to go to bed. 

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28

Love, 
Gabby 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

There is always something to be thankful for. 2.0


1. Going home (Mexico) to see my family and friends this past week!
2. For coworkers who commit their lives to the service of others without looking for notice or a reward. They teach me the true meaning of being a nurse. They teach me what it is like to live a life of service, for His glory.
3. My grandmothers' blessing as I head back "home" (town where I work).
4. Singing along to worship songs on the radio at 7:10 A.M.
5. Spanish. You have no idea how much I need it at work. It is so humbling to know it can be of use to others.
6. My parents and my sister helping with bridal shower/wedding planning while I am at work.
7. Warm buiscuits. And butter. And syrup.
8.  House hunting. It is oh so stressful, but oh so exciting!
9. Greg. A few weeks ago, we were parked in a parking lot, and I was telling him about how stressed I was (almost in tears), and all he said was, "Do you want to pray?". And we did. He probably doesn't know how much it meant to me.
10. For the love of the guy who fancies me the most. His presence. The overwhelming joy and peace I find in Him. I love you, Jesus.

What are you thankful for today?

Much Love,
Gabby

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Nena


Her name is Nena.
Technically, she is my sister's lab.
However, now, she is more like my dad's lab. She thinks she is his favorite girl and only listens to him and follows his lead. Nena likes to be outdoors, lives in Mexico with my parents, doesn't like to go to the vet (hides when we are outside his office), is not so sure about children and loves ice cream!

Isn't she a cutie?

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How is your week going? I am at home (Mexico) and I am loving every minute of it! It's so nice to be back in town and see my family and friends.

Love, 
Gabby

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Visitin' Stillwater, MN.

And once again, we (Greg and I) went to visit one of my favorite towns!


These steps are located right as you get into downtown Stillwater. They are very steep. Needless to say, I was out of breath when we got to the top!


These are some of the views you get once you are on top of the hill.




Then we went down to the pier, by the bridge that connects Minnesota with Wisconsin.



I just love him.






There are a lot of neat shops downtown!





Yarn art on trees!







Too sunny! His eyes were very sensitive. ;-)





I hope you enjoyed touring Stillwater with us!

It was a great weekend in Minnesota. It was just perfect.

Now, I am off to work!

Love,
Gabby


Monday, August 5, 2013

Road Trip







From Texas to Minnesota.
Four girls.
Approximately 1115 miles.
16 hours.

Love,
Gabby