Which one is my language?

It would have been easier to answer this question five or six years ago, but now the answer depends. I am in Mexico right now, so most of what I speak/listen in every day conversations is in Spanish. However, I read and write mostly in English, and sometimes I find myself speaking more English than Spanish. 

I rather use English in mostly any situation (that does not mean I do not like Spanish), so I could say that English is my language. However, my L1 is Spanish (and like it or not, it will always be), so am I supposed to say that Spanish is my language?

Routine

It is so sad! This places is so different! I am so caught up with work and all the extracurricular activities that I have no time to think, to write and even to stay connected to Him. Everything is routine. I am tired of the routine.

A Gift from Jesus

Do not become overwhelmed with the great amount of work you must do in your lifetime, for you are not required to do it all at once. Let every power of your being go to each day's work, improve each precious opportunity, appreciate the helps that God gives you, and make advancement up the ladder of progress step by step. Remember that you are to live but one day at a time, that God has given you one day, and heavenly records will show how you have valued its privileges and opportunities. May you so improve every day given you of God, that at last you may hear the Master say, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."

From Maranatha - Page 85

*E-mail from Mrs. Teodora Nae

Great people

It was great meeting you all again. Every single person that I've met has made a difference in my life, and some are very special to me.

The end of another great adventure

If we never meet again

(Selah)

Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey

And perhaps we'll never meet anymore

Till we gather in heaven's bright city

Far away on that beautiful shore

If we never meet again this side of heaven

As we struggle through this world and its strife

There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven

By the beautiful river of life

Where the charming roses bloom forever

And separations come no more

If we never meet again this side of heaven

I will meet you on that beautiful shore