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"... has been given a name above every name, before which every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth ..."

Philippians
This appointment gives me a glimmer of hope. Jesus is the only one who can break the chains of my family and protect my daughter myself.

My grandmother had breaks in the affection for my grandmother for having been abandoned by her husband with 7 children. My grandmother was breaks the affection for my mother for being unmarried daughter. My mom has breaks in the affection for me, perhaps after his daughter at birth and by the wounds of his own relationship with his mother.

How I can do to break the bonds of this infamous tradition of ill affection. According intergenerational healing (book of the same name P. Robert de Grandis), these failures in love and strong family events are passed through the chromosomes as the soul burdens inherited and cumulative.

My grandmother, my mom and I live in different cities, that makes us want to phone a lot and when we meet occasionally. However, last month my grandmother spent several weeks with my mother treated for a gall bladder operation. Although it is now along, my mom has in place their wounds of child abuse, shouting, humiliation, phrases etched in his soul as "why do not you died in the epidemic was" slowly and with stirring is meals.

As expected, the impact of pent-up anger came to me yesterday with a bang: "I do not know why I ask for help to me, you are already a grown woman, you already know what you can do with your life, fortunately knows how to work, I can not count on your brother and you and I will leave dumped when old and sick, I do not know what to do with his life. "

I've run with more luck, has allowed me to be Catholic estarme many hours kneeling in a chapel putting my feelings, forgiving slowly, trying to keep a clean heart, without building up resentment, trying to understand without judging.

However, 36 and a half weeks of pregnancy is not a propitious time to hear these words of my mother, the grandmother of Isabella, who is the person from whom I expected much support, especially moral, lacking the biological father.

Thankfully gone are the calling card minutes and we were talking. I stay after and mourn a little bit cold, I understand the reaction of my mom, but I have fear for my own daughter.

This has to stop me. This wave of rage and madness has to be broken in me, without my girl. Only God has the power to heal what's in my blood: deception and revenge accumulated systematic daughters. The mixture of love and abandonment that causes resentment and humiliation. This jumble unconscious feelings that makes my mom loves me and has done so much for me, carry me forward, but also in me download the hatred towards his own mother. absurd and real ... I carry it in me.

Isabella, my innocent child, how I protect myself, how do I stop feeling than the love and the mother instinct in me arise as you grow. I consecrate myself to your care and care of your steps without selfishness and without becoming a participant in old family stories.

God the Father in Jesus' name I beg you, stop me this painful history, that my daughter is clean and affection for their children that the horizon is open. That she did not receive these charges, that these bonds are destroyed me. Sana, clean, free, Lord. I trust you. Let me feel you trust me that this child that I have entrusted you to be happy, you will have a home, you will not be a single parent and can feel safe in your love and your mom.

Amala much, Lord, that my love in it is a reflection of your love.

If Jesus is the light that I shine. If Jesus is the light that shines my daughter and I is not your shadow, but his candle.

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"Lord, open my lips and my mouth will declare your praise" recite a psalm.

I might add, guide my feet and give a step further.
Open my eyes and wake up to another day. Consuela
my bones and I'm not complaining of back pain.
Help my will and stand patiently lower abdominal pain.

and sends people to love me and I consent and did not miss much empty hole in the air that has left not having a partner in this pregnancy and especially at this late stage.

Sometimes I see so pot-bellied pregnant women like me that go hand in hand with their partners and I think if I had a side loading would take me lol ...

So far is what I wanted what I felt. Sleep comfort and I are so far from my routine of early to go to work. The economic situation and I'd like to play really juggling with weights. But I'm patient. And I take all the joy of "miss ducklings" playing within me.

All documents speak of the importance of affection grandisisisisisma provided by the surrounding environment of the pregnant woman with no bitterness and I think the way I had touched me and tried to imagine how things would have been fonder around. .. maybe more fun but it has not been so dark ...

may be true and have been very brave, as they say.

So to complete my strange Psalm:

Lord, strengthen my heart and I will give a child full of strength.

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Everyday in my body I admire the beauty of what nature has to be done in me pregnant. How

belly grows, expands, tiempla skin, bones fit, to gaze softens.

is a true work of art that happens in the body of a pregnant woman, as the life she carries within it its way, with an effort that enhances its meaning. She starts to give birth to a little since the first nausea, is dying itself from having to start the first medical examinations and do all that you do not like.

Being pregnant is to be full of grace, light and beauty. I love my pregnant body.


Soon, there will come a time to think about exercise, to lower the fat on the breast not be completed and counting calories for not exceeded, my body will be mine.

But for now, remains the temple where the mystery of life is developed, and is coming to its fullness of being human.

For now, my body is hers, the creature that he has formed, and of nature that has helped me to perform this miracle.

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Patience Weight mañanitas

I've got a tail. I have almost 36 weeks pregnant, and baby weighs almost 5 pounds or maybe more.

Meanwhile, my steps are short, slow and "patiabiertos" I tell my buñuelito walk. My jokes are that I run from one place to another, when I know I can not or jogging.

However, I have a euphoric state in the midst of weariness. I know I'm going through some of the most exciting moments of my life, entered the path of waiting. We're almost out of my belly and I have in my arms, almost hear her chirping, and we can almost perceive with our senses. And almost begins that way of being a mother, nurture, educate and watch it grow, as the song Alejandra Guzmán. asking them to go far, far more than me. Therefore

pains, nausea, I have, the indifference of the people in the carriage that gave me a chair, friends who postpone their visits and calls ... so many things go through my mind and sensitive involves sensitive, not enough to permeate the joy hidden these glorious hours we are together the two, one for the other.

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These are the transcendence and mysticism

History of the birth of Mariana, daughter of our most loyal reader

Almost about 11:30 PM, December 2, 1999, we were awakened by a mariachi serenade to a neighbor in the set. For those mysteries of female sexuality, my wife felt the desire to see the serenade. And of those mysteries of male sexuality, I tried to grab the nap again.

Patricia went back to bed, and suddenly, he felt I could not find accommodation, and rose again (he went to the room to "rest"). I, I almost went to sleep, when suddenly I said "will already be born Mariana? When I asked, she confirmed.

We had decided that for that moment, we were going to react calmly in the midst of all, thank God, it was. I started to accompany me in the room and then began to settle the case in question (there was an emergency in the car), and doing laundry, fix the apartment. Fools were calmer than at 2 in the morning is devoted to those tools! Meanwhile

contractions were approaching each other more and more: on February 30 AM, were happening every 5 minutes, so we called the OB who did not give more importance to the issue (new parents, must have thought). So passed the morning and 5 am, we decided to call my parents to tell them. My mom was praying at home. On almost 6 AM, we went to pick up my mother (who learned when we got home so early) and we went to the clinic chosen: a slow journey to the recesses of the streets, do not rush the landing of my princess .

arrival, with the calm of a psychologist who has provided all (or so he thinks), spent endless minutes, for a medical Patricia reviewed. To touch him, asked to speak to the OB and contacted by phone (the clinic had the wonderful idea of \u200b\u200bseeking in an agenda of ragged leaves, the phone from his office). And the doctor kept saying ("I think it's important to come soon doctor, his patient is ready.") Surely he had the idea that new parents were overreacting to the call of the 2 30 AM. About 8 am, about 15 minutes after the call, they saw happen to a man running wildly about the parking lot toward the area of \u200b\u200bobstetrics.

On August 30, after several very strong contractions where Patricia, Mariana and I looked like one, given the embrace (back to) so strong that it gave my wife (as directed by physician), had to go into surgery. Mariana was born by natural delivery but it was convenient to foresee everything. The psychologist who had examined all had decided months before, to come to the birth of her daughter, but then I got really scared and I said no, Patricia, told me that if she needed me there and I dressed in surgical clothing.

After a few but courageous Pujadas, I could see his head sticking out of my daughter and told Patricia, "is coming." She made one last effort and 8:42 a.m., was born Mariana. The doctor said, "Cut off the cord, I was not able, but encouraged me to do so with regard to poetic expressions that would give freedom to my princess. Finally, I was able to do it and I went with my daughter and the doctor who did the first assessment. "This normal," he said, and I rested. Just under half an hour later, we went to the room my daughter was in her mother's lap, asking for food and. She looked so beautiful.

After a while, I decided to upload it and I remember that I could not see her, to admire, and give him kisses on his forehead. Came the first family to visit, but I felt a strong force larger than that urged me to just see my princess sleeping in my arms, and kiss her, kiss her forever.

The psychologist who had everything as planned, I forgot one small detail: the flowers that deserves a new mother on that day. I left clueless half the street (had 2 hours sleep if at all, and tons of pressure on my shoulders), to try to find some roses that look like something even my princess, I could not find anything beyond a few simple flowers perhaps others will seem beautiful but for me, were common to remember my wrist.

Today, thank God, I never tire of kissing and consent to my princess and I have clear that the best vaccine for my daughter's emotional problems is pure and deep affection that we can provide.

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Angela Gomez, Verbum Dei missionary, Isabella in her house, Mother Mary in the background image and myself.

transcendence and mysticism

I am a person with mystical trend with a strong call to transcendence that I have hidden in many different ways.

My name as a Catholic RMIT pe me to be in a comfortable middle, not where the demanding Gnosticism where I grew up, or the loose doctrine of the common television this century society.

Now with my daughter in preparation for aje landed, my spirituality has shifted in preparation for their arrival and have experienced some relief that maybe my primary mission is simply to be mother of my child or children, if God entrusts to me after souls.

Last night, I went to hear preaching Angela , Verbum Dei missionary, about Jesus is the light. And I've seen it throughout my pregnancy that I've never been in total darkness, even if some days harder than others.

And she told us, if Jesus is the light, then SHINES.

That made me click. How easy it had been hiding ras t my role as mother and hide my universal call Mission entrusted us by the Father through Jesus, which I will not speak here, but it is not the roles we as humans have but a single task and deep, which I can not hide.

The routine, day by day, changing diapers and growing attention to my daughter's happy I'm not going to dispense with the fundamental mission.

Nearly put my foot. Almost 'm like many people who know that doing what you have to forget to live inland and do not transcend and then can not hide the bitterness with his own existence, the feeling of having lived in vain, had lost their lives and the worst, says Milan Kundera in "The Joke " is that many of those who feel well, you're right .

If Jesus is the light, shine, Andrea and Isabella taught to shine, while you teach him to eat and tying shoes.

Group photo - Verbum Dei

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Yesterday I spoke by telephone with the biological father of the baby. After greeting asked, "and how my daughter."

swallowed I usually surprise and answered, "Well, grow heavy."

However, I was happy ... I felt a cramping in and after thinking a while I understood what it was: They are jealous.

so far is my daughter Isabella. He has many friends, readers of this post, my family and my other friends and friends ... But daughter was only mine and has been my process and my discovery as a mom and a woman-mother.

And I, knowing that she was created with the help of his biological father, now I wonder, "Where else calling out" daughter "to my daughter?"

It's as if my head had not made the connection between that being his dad he it is inevitably her daughter.

Well, I suppose he begins to try to get used to the idea, being so close to birth or just want to be nice to be neutralized because he knows that once you cut the umbilical cord is beginning to be person with full rights we are in power to claim ...

I've always said it will test your DNA and you want to make arrangements for conciliation later, I'm not going to make a legal claim, but should also know that a mother can do it is for the welfare of a child. And even I do not know yet how many things I will be able to do for her, but demand everything seems terrible and I will not, because I firmly believe that a child is not imposed, love or not love and now. Blessed

blog has allowed me to vent all this time and they say, the transparent my feelings will help others to find their own.

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As many people already know what it is Omnilife, I will not dwell much on this post. For those who do not know, are nutritional supplements and the link to a page with more information is given here

What I want to make clear that the protagonists of my pregnancy, were these products. My pregnancy has been quite healthy without a cold, without medical problems, with tests in ordinary, the disadvantage of low weight that I presented was good for me because no fatter than necessary and baby grows at a normal pace.

good health I attribute this to Grace God first, and second to be during the whole pregnancy uncovering and stirring Omnilife vitamins envelopes: power maker for the baby's bones, OMNIplus for the defenses, one pear meal as an antioxidant, Optimus to feed our brains, etc, etc.

Since long before the pregnancy, I'm registered as a distributor and I am confident enough that these vitamins have helped me take care of the body, while many friends that God has sent me, I take care of the spirit.

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has not born and did not understand you

Precious Nene: I love to chat. You jump on my belly and give many kicks and I'm happy with feeling, and I am even happier when I talk and sing to you and response are more moves, and when someone talks to you and you stay very still as if you were not, or when someone talks to you and jump over, as if you were choosing your friends ... sometimes you play with your hands and I have to change the position to give you space. Someone asked how I was and I said with certainty that you too are happy with me.

Yesterday I saw a little girl of 5 days old, Zaira Sofia, daughter of my friend Doris. It's cute, helpless, full of tenderness, but also a skinny chick, sleeping, crying. When awake almost does not move, just looking to food and back to sleep ...

I wonder if so be you and do not understand why is this change in babies ... may be leaving the outside environment must begin to accommodate to gravity, air, cold, hunger and other needs ... feelings as well.

Being in here, you have everything and got me all the time, since you are born I started to educate you so that you learn to live without me.

The miracle of life that is revealed to me step by step.

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Flight (asking my parents) for my mom

Flight (prayer to my parents)

Author: * (c) * * JESUS \u200b\u200bALEJANDRO GODOY

Let me let go, but then search my hands groping those ambitions that never catch up.

deprive me not to hide from my lips the words To Talk incorrect then the words large and clear, those where the truth lies.

Leave me alone with my ghosts, but not away from me.

Átenme to miserrores because they will trace my ways, but do not judge me for my time learning.

See my steps and count them if they wish, again, their arguments do not write about my wandering footsteps, because each one shapes his destiny.

Laugh and wrecking my wings with your comments, but I always will be deployed where se alza el viento que me lleva al cielo que siempre he soñado.

Tomen mis manos y si quieren protejan mi cabeza, pero no cubran mis ojos de los errores, porque sé que cuando ya no exista nadie que me cobije, no habréaprendido nada valioso, si no he errado y contado a mansalva mis heridas.

Déjenme fallar cuanto pueda y por el tiempo que sea necesario, pero no aplaudan mi insensatez ni mi ignorancia, porque jamás querré que aquellos aquienes amo o amaré, se vuelvan contra mí, y me transformen en carne dedesperdicio. Pero… ¡hay de mí si se vuelven como yo! Preferiría que mi cabeza sea estacada y paseada frente a todos aquellos que optaron por vencer sus limitaciones sin saber si algún day come to fruition.

misguided Behold my movements, but I never told to stop walking. No one will believe when I say that death by my own hands is a sign of courage and a dignified solution to all problems, because I know that's not true, and never will be, as I look to those who become homeless kings walking their struggles by my door, and inviting me to their evenings aunirme defeats standing, waiting for an opportunity to darun step towards a new challenge.

Follow me in my climbing, and see that even desperate, the only truth I know is the one that says that I can get beyond what others are saying demi, because they never exist in this land now flat, no one who can tell me how much I am worth, when my eyes are opened every morning eager to find new paths.

Watch me fly through stormy weather, and distrust of their senses when my wings are deployed as powerful and proud to live my palabrasgrabadas pillars where a fire, talking about everything I've been, what I am and what I will.

Leave me alone, but never cease to guide me, because even if one and only, in my heaven there are still many stars to count.

See how hard it my way, and let me go through it in the shadows of intolerance and uncertainty, in turn, I will show that demis final steps, I will become the dream I've always wanted, and I will be so big and so strong, that not all the smiles and the joys of the world fit into their hearts.

Let me wander in the shadows, because this is my time, and never let up Antelo own or others' thoughts they want to see my body eaten by worms, because I have come to fulfill my dreams and my desires, and today I have no plans to visit the heavens without trying to make realidad.Miren my time, talk about my time that has already begun, and that those gossip that I can not do so, because the words of encouragement are discouraging words miscaminos and my reason to continue.

Let me wander as I can, Let me go to the wind of the new and the unknown, because I was born to be deer of all, because I was born to be king of my victories. Talk about my flight, talk of my time ... because this is my time.

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This message made me think about my mom, who has supported me through his cell phone all that has been, is awaiting us, and when he knew I would be single mom, but obviously did not like the news, I just said "quiet, Andrea, that children are always women." The photo is from December, when I go visit a weekend. ----------------------

L GRANDPARENTS AS

As God would do the most beautiful work of
Creation, was prepared by beautiful things, for practice.

He did the flowers ... stars ... He
dawn and dusk.
made the sound of wind in the leaves. He
birds of many colors and varied songs.

And only then, when he felt he had already
dexterous hands to form beautiful things, made the most beautiful work between
todaslas of Creation.

is, makes mothers.

The first man was touched by the beauty that is
mothers, and said to God: "My Lord God
just give your work life more perfect. By making mothers
created The most beautiful, the sweetest,

smoothest, most tender ,
LOVE YOU MOST IN THE WORLD CAN BE. "

and that is not satisfied, "replied God,
expected to make a grannies!

(Taken from a collaboration of the Friends x Bogotá)

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READY THE CASES


born in the clinic where Isabella is a billboard with a list of things to bring the day of delivery. A baby and another for the mother. At the end is a hand-written letters in black marker: AND MUCH LOVE.

I jumped when I read those letters ... I had thought no love in the birth, he had thought the first move, in pajamas, on paper, in Gasping, even the patron saint of motherhood are San Ramon Nonato and St. Gerard Majella. .. but had not thought of the extraordinary fusion of love and how painful birth.
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A friend wrote me and said "remember we are happily awaiting the birth" and gave me the same feeling ... delivery must also bring love and happiness.

is the glorious day when my daughter and I met after being together but separate all these months, in which I received the news of his life without hope, I have been nurtured and carefully ... and now at last we will see, she so fragile to me and I am so fragile before it. The day I made Mom and I get as a child. A daughter of God to the world, full of grace bringing hope to the land.

second thoughts ... I'm beginning to understand. Bring love, bring happiness ... if the pregnancy has been a mystical experience, the delivery has to be a transcendental experience, like a new birth for me too, to another life within life itself.

Thank you, Isabella, has become fertile my belly and my destination. Testimony

Translation Vivo Per Lei

was afraid to fail this challenge unavoidable

a guest, a friend of the Friends Market. Thank you, Martha.

'm Marta. I have 38 years of age. A 11 year old son is my life. When he was 26 years and was involved emotionally with the father of my child, I was pregnant at the wrong time because the relationship did not allow for more. For when I told him the news to the father of my son he no longer wanted anything as this into something else. It was a cold shower for me. I never thought about abortion but from the beginning I thought the humiliation of being the mother of a fatherless child!

humiliation I suffered a lot for this big. Asked God to somehow make it back but nothing. Not a phone call. Were 9 months of pain for my monstrous pride was very, very badly hurt ... I walked away from my friends and I did not count. Only communicated the situation to my friends. I lived with my brothers. At that time God had made a very special person in my way: Oilda, now is the godmother of my son. Fill Oilda addressed all the love I needed: I looked to for me to be discovered every day to God.

Throughout my pregnancy I attended many masses looking for healing. Oilda with me as often as I could and I joined his family. I adopted as a spiritual daughter. She later became my sponsor for confirmation. I recently confirmed at 30 years of age.

My pregnancy was very quiet despite the circumstances. The last days of pregnancy were filled with anxiety, knowing full well that he was taking responsibility and I was not prepared to the same. Had many fears of economic hardship, not knowing how to educate, to fail in this great challenge that I expected and it was inescapable, unavoidable, unexpected.

My son went very well and came to the world a 05Mayo1995. His name is Jose Sebastian. My sister chose the name of Sebastian and I put the name of Joseph in honor of San Jose because I wanted my son to grow up under the protection of San Jose.

My son was born healthy, whole and filled a void in my life. When my son was by birthday, the father reappears on the scene. I asked if I wanted to know my son and I said "yes" but only had his image as a "UNCLE." You know what? This man just wanted to come to me to use me again. Of course it was the last time I saw him in my life.

My life was dedicated to my son and my spiritual growth. What have I done all this time? I had no relationship with any man. It was not my priority because I knew I needed a lot of healing inside before getting involved emotionally with any man. I had always found the wrong man because I needed inner healing. That search is in charge God. I do not concern myself. I take care of what I must be: MY RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD.

Labour, do gymnastics, I see my son, I read texts that enrich me spiritually, attend prayer groups, I go to church as often as possible, attend Bible courses and spiritual formation, I together with my brothers, uncles, cousins, friends. God has entrusted to organize my life so I do not feel alone anymore.

Every day I ask God to give me wisdom, intelligence, strength, determination to educate and train my child by their laws and enseñanzas.Deseo that my son is a knowledgeable man of God, who has always been present in his life .

know I've learned from it? "God writes straight with crooked lines," I think it's St. Teresa of Jesus. That the priority in my life must be God. He is putting the right people at the right time for us to save.

marta_bm2002@yahoo.com.mx

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Isabella, full of grace, seek God

greeting Mary Elizabeth filled with the Spirit Ghost and the babe leaped in her womb. And once made a post about this passage and today I return the name of the little jumping on my belly.

Isabel, full of God, house of God, who loves God, what a great name for a girl that has been filled with joy and happiness hearts and places he visited, has gone and returned across the ocean, uploaded to North America and down to Argentina ... without leaving my tummy, the new news of his life has moved, in solidarity, has kidnapped many tears and many blessings and smiles. Internet has helped him on his journey, but also travels through the love of many people known and unknown.

Isabella, which is the name of Isabel's Italian variation gives a touch of girl century.

Today we were in what will surely be her final ultrasound before birth. The doctor has repeated the good news as always, full of health, full of vitality, normal growth, development within satisfactory limits. In the ultrasound I saw your bones, your brain, your liver and even an ear could be seen clearly.

Think began as a microscopic cell and helpless, from which millions of people worldwide have taken the view that life did not own or was human ... and so quickly and has become wonderfully individual.

And it's a woman, full of inner strength, intelligence, sensitivity and a special gift to love and be loved.

Bless you girl Isabella and blessed me that I have the gift and the commitment to bring to the world.

Blessed be the God of Life who gives life.

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I do not know if anyone is going well, but sometimes you read something or hear a comment that he is stuck like a thorn ... So I happened to read this story, I feel that reflected something inside me wants to say but still not saying what ...

Seeking God to

A restless young man appeared to a priest and said: - ' Seeking to God. "

Rev. threw a sermon, the young man listened patiently. Finished the sermon, the young man went away sad in search of the bishop.

- ' Seeking to God, "cried the bishop said.

he read a pastoral Bishop who had just published in the bulletin of the diocese and the young man heard the pastoral with great courtesy to , but at the end of the reading was afflicted Pope to ask:

- ' Seeking to God'.

His Holiness ordered to summarize his latest encyclical, but the youth broke into sobs, unable to contain the anxiety.

- 'Why are you crying? "Asked the Pope totally confused.

- ' Seeking to God and give me words, 'said the young man could hardly recover.

That night, the priest, the bishop and the pope had the same dream. Dreamed that they died of thirst and that someone was eased by a long discourse on the water.