La Casita de Mateo

  https://youtu.be/TOLJO9sIHnQ Con Jesús recorríamos todos los rincones de mi casa. Yo le contaba mi sufrir y le mostraba los desastres de mis pérdidas. Y Jesús me daba por fin las respuestas que tanto anhelaba.    Primero le mostré mi arruinada colección de zapatos; le dije, “mira Jesús como las inundaciones han arruinado mi amada colección de zapatos finos”.  Jesús me sonrió y con ese amor y gentileza particular de él, me respondió: “Recuerdas hija mía cuando lave los pies a mis discípulos? Veras, eso lo hice porque nuestro padre amado nos dio los pies para ser humildes. Sin humildad no podemos entender el regalo de la vida. Los zapatos se han ido para que tu aprendas que la felicidad no se encuentra en un par de zapatos finos ni en la experiencia de comprarlos, si no en la experiencia de vivir. Con los pies descalzos naciste y con los pies descalzos partirás de este mundo. No existe zapato más sofisticado que las suelas de tus pies. No existe un mejor Zapater...

  Dear Catastrophic Thinking Your birth was inevitable. Your parents, Unpredictable Violence and Abuse, marred my childhood and gave life to you. I remember the first time we met. I was about four years old. I ran fast because you told me a group of men would cut my head off.  Then when I was six, you told me I had contracted AIDS and would die. You kept telling me I was sick with cancer and various lethal diseases. You still tell me this Your voice was so loud that I tried a million things to silence you. But I couldn't  I used to drink every bottle, every glass, every shot, cocktail, and beer. I bought a few hours of peace, but that only made you stronger. The next day, you tormented and suffocated me even more. You haunted me day and night. You infected my dreams and morphed them into horrific nightmares; filthy public restrooms, crowded spaces, addictions, evil hearts, deceit, and illness. I would wake up sweating, my heart pounding off my chest.  You told me eve...

  When I Grow up and Learn the World is Unjust  When I grow up and learn the world is unjust, I will remain open and curious When I grow up and learn the world is unjust and that men hurt women physically and emotionally,  I will remember that there are still good men out there  When I grow up and learn about the world’s injustice, I will remain hopeful When there is no food in the pantry or the refrigerator, I won't blame myself.  I will appreciate every nutritious food and refreshing beverage available to me. I will remember that the world is filled with infinite resources, always available to me. I will remember that I do not need to hoard or prepare for a future famine. I will trust When I grow up and learn the world is unjust and boys use girls’ bodies as trophies, I will choose to believe in true love When I grow up, and the world tells me I must be sexy to be loved, I will not listen. I will choose beauty. The beauty of this world  When I grow up and...