Learning to fully EMBRACE!

I woke up late today, I had to jump out of bed throw on clothes and run out the door. I hate when I starting my day rushed and frantic as it throws off my schedule. I had a busy morning, I saw student after student without breaks. About 11:15am it hit me. Today is December 10th. For some it's just another day for me it is a very monumental day. Tears began to run down my face despite my will as I wanted to stuff them back I had a lunch meeting coming up with a student and needed to get it together. The Holy Spirit had other plans.  December 10th, 2010 at about 11:15am I had departed the Phoenix airport with my mom and was headed towards LA. That afternoon I walked in the doors of Pacific Shores Hospital (PSH) in Oxnard, CA and signed myself in to round 2 of treatment for anorexia.  I was angry, bitter, yet numb. I was so ashamed that I had to be back. I knew that day that I would be in treatment for Christmas and New Years. I also knew that I would miss the birth of my neph

At time's I've been known to be a neat freak. Although I don't think my mother would agree. There were always arguments growing up between my sister and I of whose clothing or belongings were on the floor in the room or who made the mess in the bedroom we shared. We have since laughed about this and I still often say "Cristina is the messy one". She is a mom who goes to bed with dirty dishes in the sink, laundry coming out of the baskets, unmade beds etc. And as a single young adult there was part of me that didn't understand this. You see I have some OCD tendencies that I think are learned behaviors. I struggle to go to bed at night without making sure all the dishes are in the dish washer or are clean. I try but often fail to make sure the house is picked up and I use to be able to clean my entire house in just a few hours so never really understood why my sister didn't constantly have laundry going and why she had dishes in the dishwasher. You see t

Here is a blog that I wrote on February 22nd, 2015: Sure God, I’ll do that when I’m married, no problem. This was my first initial response when God began speaking to my heart about becoming a foster parent. It seemed to be a passing thought in October 2014. The thought never crossed my mind that God would be calling me to be a “single parent”. So I didn’t think much of it as I was in the midst of grieving the loss of expectations and ideal relationships. My mind was overwhelmed and my heart was heavy. I was done and ready to check out. I was struggling in many areas of life yet I kept going day after day pushing through the muck. I had to keep going I didn’t have time not too. So to stop and think about being a foster parent well I didn’t have time to stop and think about it nor did I have the energy to entertain the thoughts. I love how even when we are weak and struggling God continues to pursue us because even though I didn’t stop to think or entertain the thought of being