The Bible does not mention how old Joseph was when he married Mary. Nor when Jesus was born. It doesn’t even mention how old he was when he died. In fact, very little was written about Joseph despite the fact that his presence as husband, head of the family and the putative father of Jesus Christ was transcendental in God’s plans.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (THE END, PART XVII)
It is very common to hear that words are carried away by the wind, but actions from many occasions remain tattooed even in the soul. If we do not take care of our way of speaking, acting, or thinking when we interact with the people we love, we can cause wounds that remain open like living flesh embraced by the heat of the fire or marred by the salt of bitterness that corrodes the heart of those who have been victimized; consciously or unconsciously, we are the people that hurt whom we also love.
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AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XV)
It is a difficult to aspire to eternal happiness in a mortal world where imperfection traces and defines the schemes of an ideal marriage; unless you are willing to respect, forgive, love without limits, and persevere day by day, without losing the focus that has led us to establish a union by common consent as we walk facing challenges on the road of life. Learning to live and enjoy every moment that we spend with our loved one. Strengthening every quality or aspect that has taught us to LOVE.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XIV)
There are times when love hurts… It hurts the soul. That pain is felt in the heart and physically causes pain to the body. Each of the internal organs that make us sensitive to emotions hurt. It hurts so much that, when expressing it with tears, our tears turn bitter. Especially when we are not authentic in how we give or receive LOVE.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XII)
The expectation of being able to do something wonderful in our lives fills us with so much excitement that it is difficult to maintain our normal body functions. The night before Nora had stayed awake until dawn. Then tiredness overcame her, forcing her to fall asleep involuntarily with the image of Eduardo’s face in her mind. The next day, Nora was still sleeping in her bed, breathing peacefully, while the sound of the wind was heard hitting the roof of the house, the raindrops gradually falling to the ground. Thus, with the sound of rain little by little Nora woke up that morning.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XI)
How it hurts to breathe when sadness oppresses the heart, especially when the pain grows inside our chest, limiting the space available for our lungs to work properly. With slow movements Eduardo tried to open his eyes, the spotlights intensity blinding him. Little by little his pupils got used to the light and his brain began to understand the images he received through his eyes. Eduardo recognized that he was in the nurse room at the university.
I AM NOT ALONE.
Submerged in the immensity of uncertainty. Trying to find an explanation for why? I feel so useless, forgotten and frustrated in the face of a world that suffocates me until I feel lost in my loneliness …
Why is it so difficult for me to express what I feel? Why can’t I just be happy? Why does the pointed finger pointing at me hurt me? Why can’t I find a logical answer to why I exist?
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART VII)
Ana held on tightly to her pencil, as her exam sheet fell to the floor, where she had two questions left to answer, but she couldn’t help but writhe in pain. Her belly had hardened and left her feeling as if a cramp ran through the lower part of her hips, pressing on her back, and causing an increase in the intensity of the pain that she was experiencing; pain that was enveloping her in a terrible and inexplicable way. Feeling her bones break inside her, she let out a resounding scream that paralyzed all the activity within the classroom.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART VI)
With a slow step, and without knowing where to go, Eduardo walked with sadness imprisoned inside his chest. His thoughts did not coordinate with his steps since he knew that he could not ask any of his friends for help. However, his brain instinctively began to guide him towards Susana’s house. The road was long, and the shadows of the night began to appear out of everywhere. Eduardo walked for four hours until inadvertently he was standing in front of Susana’s door. He wanted to knock and ask to be allowed in, but he didn’t dare to do so. Eduardo was afraid of rejection by Susana. He was embarrassed too because he had nothing to offer. Feeling sorry for himself, he allowed himself to be overcome by the feeling of helplessness that he had dragged alongside him between his feet since leaving his parents’ house, which felt like a heavy burden. Feeling that he had no hope of obtaining the approval of his parents to marry Ana, he slowly slid onto his back, leaned into in the doorway until he fell asleep on the floor hugging his school bag.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART IV)
Susana watched the clock constantly. Ten minutes had already passed after school was dismissed and Ana did not come out. Ten more minutes passed, and Susana began to despair. Something was not right, Ana might be two or three minutes late, but twenty minutes late was unusual. Susana looked for a place to park the car and began to walk towards the school office. She was nervous thinking about what could have caused Ana’s delay. Just as Susana was about to talk to the secretary, she heard Ana’s voice, “Susana, I’m here. Are we going home?”