I saw her tears. I heard her cries. She clutched the stuffed animal to her chest as I lightly tapped the door and peeked into her room. "Mari," I whispered, "Are you okay?" No response. Just the whimpering sounds of a torn heart. I moved closer, "Please come to breakfast." She was usually the first… Continue reading Stop The Cries
We had a nice, peaceful day yesterday. A precious new missionary family visited us on HOPE Mountain. After a simple lunch and a short walk around our property, we sat on our front porch to talk while our children played. As the trampoline springs rattled and laughter resounded, we opened our hearts a little. We… Continue reading He Knew It All Along
Hebrews 4:16 So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive His mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most. Gospel music has always been my most favorite genre of music. I remember sitting in the pews as a child, mesmerized by… Continue reading I’ve Come This Far…
Women are powerful. Eve demonstrated her strength as she carried a baby for the first time. She had no example to follow and no mother to hold her hand during the birth. I'll even bet that Adam was in the dark as to his ability to give her what she needed during that first pregnancy.… Continue reading Empowered Women
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters. Genesis 1:1-2 __________________________________________ Life is a bit like Genesis chapter one. Had the author of the prestigious book written my… Continue reading Masterful Creator
Bad stories surround us all. Our typical reaction to a negative situation is usually one of sadness or despair. It’s sad to see a young girl who is sold by her mother to the neighborhood men for tricks each day. It can be a bit overwhelming to visit a family living in a shack made of tin with holes in the wall that expose the outdoors.
Truthfully, these heart breaking experiences were like heavy weights to me a few years ago. It was too much for me to see pain that I could not cure. Women beaten by the men who promised to love them tore at my heart. Some of those women believed they had no other choice but to accept the harsh treatment.
One of the girls at our center walked in on her dad as he was cheating on her mom in their own bed. That…
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This older blog reminds me of the beauty, individuality and unity of my family.
This airplane hangs on my huge wrap around porch. It hangs there as a symbol. I remember rummaging through Ross, my discount department store of choice, for decorations that would fit my family. Things that represented us.
The Dominguez clan. A tribe of various voices with one heart. A love expressed in ten different ways, yet love all the same. A HOPE that glistens and shines even through adversity. That’s us.
That airplane is us.
A simple relic of vision that takes flight. A dream that risks rain and wind to get to its destination. A faith that glides above the clouds, with our Captain keeping us in flight.
It takes us from where we once were to where we are now. From a distant reality to a known existence. That plane is us.
Different destinations. Distant destinies. Yet all in one piece.
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