A Crowded Room


“Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?” – Dark BlueJack’s Mannequin

Lately it feels like the lyrics of that song are incredibly too familiar.

I am surrounded by people day in and day out. My students come and go, the phone calls never seem to stop, and honestly, the day only gets busier as it progresses.

But for some reason… it all feels like a blur. Like I am standing still while everything around me just keeps moving faster and faster.

I’ve come to the realization that out of everyone around me, the one I want beside me is not here. That I’ve been going through the motions just because I have no other choice.

I can’t say realizing it is a bad thing. If anything…at least I know the state I am in. There’s nowhere to go but up, right? (Even as I type this, I laugh. Sometimes it is tiring to see the glass half full.)

But hey, every day can’t be perfect and every day is a new day…that’s what keeps me going.



Although I am not a huge fan of receiving roses or any flowers… I absolutely LOVE taking pictures of different types of flowers I find abroad.


In my opinion, flowers clearly demonstrate what belonging is all about.

The theme for this week automatically made me think of John 15:5:

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.”

Once a flower becomes disconnected with the rest of the plant, it dies. It loses its beauty.

When we become disconnected from God… there’s really nothing positive to show for it. He gives us that sense of security, that sense of belonging. We often ask ourselves where God is when in reality we should be wondering where we are and why we keep on running.

This journey of becoming reconnected with God is not easy but I am learning that by staying connected, everything else takes care of itself. I know who I belong to…and at the end of the day, that is all that matters.




Boy. Girl. Ring.


Boy. Girl. Ring.

If those three words could tell our story, it’s seriously all I would write.

You know how people do cleansing diets to get all the toxins out? I’m learning that sometimes we have to do that with actual people. But… it becomes so difficult when the “toxic substance” is the only one that makes you feel alive.

The past few days have been full of goodbyes and well, this is another one of those “cleansing” thoughts.  

I admit…it doesn’t get cuter than this:

An electrical engineer making a ring out of one of his wires? Perfect gift.

And while I love this ring and the person who made it more than I could ever explain… it is time for me to choose me.



There’s Something About an Arch…


There’s something about an arch that can completely capture a crowd’s attention. For example:

Guatemala City, Guatemala

Guatemala City, Guatemala

And one of my absolutely favorites:


Santa Catalina Arch – Antigua, Guatemala

Is that not magnificent? If you’re anything like me, you wonder about the construction process and what really holds it together while admiring the simplicity of the object itself. And then you might think…”Without a proper foundation, arches would not exist”.  Bam. Insane thought, right? Not really. But sometimes, it’s those little things we do not really think about. My goal is to have a strong foundation set on God. I am beginning to truly understand that if I let Him hold me together, nothing could possibly go wrong. And with His help, maybe one day I’ll be a living example of how amazing God, our architect, really is. http://wheresmybackpack.com/2014/11/07/travel-theme-arches/



Life is too short to be silent.

Sing. Laugh. Scream. Cry.


We live in an environment where the more you hide, the “stronger” you seem to be. (Keyword there: seem).

But we all have a story. We all have something to say.

So, say it.

If you’re happy, say it.

If you’re angry, communicate it.

If you’re in love, proclaim it.

Life is too short to keep everything hidden.

Life is too short to be silent.



P.S. I love you, too.


Dearest X,

I finally got the message. Your call finally came through. After years of misunderstandings and miscommunication, I finally understand.

You called to say “I love you”, but knew your words were too late. You called to say “I miss you” but the words got lost in transition. Like always.

But I finally got the message. I finally understand.

I understand how important it is to share thoughts. Feelings. To never let a moment pass us by.

I understand that taking life for granted only leads us to miss some of the best moments of our lives.

So… thank you. Thank you for helping me understand that bad signal is like a broken record. Just because the beauty of the music is there, nothing stops distortions from keeping us from hearing the true value of the melody.

But in reality…we can’t blame bad signal anymore. So even though your message took forever to come through, I finally get it.

I finally understand. But as always… a bit too late.



P.S. I love you, too.


Flat Tires and Second Chances.


“I hear You say: My love is over, it’s underneath, it’s inside, it’s in between. The times you doubt me, when you can’t feel, the times that you question, ‘is this for real’?….In times of confusion, in chaos and pain, I’m there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame. I’m there through your heart-ache. I’m there in the storm. My love I will keep you by my power alone. I don’t care where you’ve fallen or where you have been….I’ll never forsake you. My love never ends.” – Times, Tenth Avenue North.

A couple of days ago, I walked to my car, only to realize I had a flat tire. To make life more interesting (that’s me being positive), it was raining and it was cold. Needless to say, I left without changing it that day.

However, it reminded me of something that happened a few years ago.

I was on my way back from a long trip when all of the sudden (and at the worst possible time), I got a flat tire. Once I got home and my dad was able to inspect it, there was something he said that I’ll never forget.

“It seems that a while ago, something made a small hole and air has been leaking out slowly. On the road, you couldn’t feel it, but when you hit that last bump, the tire couldn’t take it anymore.”

As Christians, we are encouraged to keep growing in our spiritual lives. But what happens when we don’t realize that we are slipping? Is it possible to have “leaks” and not realize it? I think so. Sometimes we say, “Oh, I will just do it tomorrow!” But…do we? One day without prayer suddenly turns into weeks. One day without the study of the Word suddenly turns into months. Slowly, our daily devotion habits start disappearing and our spiritual life is loses the “air” that kept us going. Without these defenses to help us, what happens when we hit those last bumps? What happens when problems start appearing? We come agitated. We lose faith. We simply cannot take it.

That’s where I’ve been lately. Lost between Hopeless Street and Selfish Avenue.

Lucky for us, there’s a spare. A second chance. And I am thankful God doesn’t tire of giving those. He has already given us the tools to get back on the road…all we have to do is actually use them.