Blazing with Rach!

Sitting at my patio.  Having my breakfast of cheese sandwich and home-made mint/ Earl grey tea. Listening to Messianic worship songs.  Watching the birds, bees and more than a dozen butterflies - salve to my eyes.   The constant zooming of cars, buses and trucks do nothing to disturb the serenity.  There is a sense of peace. Love walking around my garden just to check on them, plants and trees. What can I say?  The song I am listening says it all, "My God, My King, Holy, Holy, Holy". Thank you Jesus for this tranquility. Have a peaceful day, Rachel

My Spanish language teacher gave me a piece of homework the other day.  I had to create a story, just use my imagination.  Tough call. After being immersed in reality for decades, how do I imagine a story? I guess, imagined stories may have bits and pieces of reality in them.  Anyway, I asked God to give me a creative mind.  And the verdict: my teacher liked my story.  I enjoyed writing it. Naturally, there were grammatical errors to be corrected. So, here's my little story in the beautiful Spanish language: Era un magnífico día.  Salma, una mujer de Indonesia estaba de pie en la playa del hotel.  Su cabello volaba en el viento.  Pero su pensamiento estaba muy lejos.  Ella volvía a su hogar, en su pueblo pequeño en Bali.  Ella recordaría ese último día in Indonesia. La lluvia más fuerte para Bali fue registrada en ese fatídico día.  Su pueblo sucumbió ante las inundaciones.  Salma escapó subiéndose al tech...