My white Christmas tree

A rainy day brings me fond memories of my childhood at home in Nicaragua. A long war was ending as I grew up on the streets in San Judas, in the 80’s. My father had died on a plain crash when I was 3 months old, and my Uncle, (My dad’s brother) had taken me as his…

Midnight Reflections…

 God has a plan and our hearts are the womb that birth it. The plans that work and last forever come from God. When we execute our good ideas we bless a few people, we go so far. God’s plans cover multitudes and generations, His plan surpasses languages and cultures.  I think that a lot of good-hearted people are out…