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How It All Begins

Another Erica Oldroyd blog, you might ask? Why in the world? Well, allow me to explain.

1. I love to write.
2. I've had the idea on the backburner ever since I got back from my mission, but never felt like I had a good enough excuse or a good enough subject matter to really merit starting one.
3. As I sat in the women's session of conference, I seemed to forget those objections and just felt it. They sisters spoke so beautifully about sharing what we know, about shining our individual light, and I knew this was one way to do it.
4. As I turned over the idea, it occurred to me that I might make this blog a bi-lingual one, thereby stretching my Spanish writing skills and giving me an opportunity to stay connected with my dear Chilean people. I mean, when someone asks you how you are, there are only so many times you can say, "Good! Working and going to school."
5. The premise of this blog, then, will also be something to keep me on the ball with my journaling. I've been in the habit for a while of recording the special little events, the daily 'miracles', of my life, and I really don't want to lose that habit just because I don't have as much time to write in my journal anymore.

The idea is that here, weekly, I'll share one or several little positive events from the week: things that remind me that God lives, that life is still good in spite of all the stresses, the people are wonderful and that happiness is real. I hope you'll see similar things in your lives and that we'll all feel a little better because of it, because I honestly believe in the power and reality of 'itty-bitty miracles'. We've just got to see them-

Love you all,
Erica Joy
Miracle 1- Being with my lovely family!!
Milagro 1- Estar con mi familia preciosa!!


Bueno. A la mejor están un poco sorprendidos al ver que la Hermana Oldroyd tiene un blog... Nunca tenía uno antes, pero cuando decidí servir la misión y empezé escribir a mi familia todas las semanas, mi mamá adquirió el habito de poner mis cartas en un blog para mostrar a nuestros amigos, familiares, etc. De ese modo, podían saber un poco más de mi y como me iba allá en Chile. (Muy bien siempre, obvio. Rodeado de gente tan buena... No me quedaba otra!! jaja)

Ahora estoy de vuelto y no escribo más cartas para mi familia, ni para el otro blog que tenía durante la misión, pero parte de mi todavía siente el deseo de seguir, ya que estudio el lenguage y me encanta escribir. Al pensar en empezar un nuevo blog, sentía que no tendría cosas que contar, pero mientras escuchaba a la Sesión de las Mujeres de la Conferencia General, me olvidé de todo eso y sentí la necesidad de hacerlo.

Con el tiempo, agregué otra dimensión a la idea del blog- podría escribirlo en español, tambien! Sería una buena manera de quedarme conectada y darles a conocer un poco más de mi vida. Obvio, nunca dejaré de ser gringa, y como resultado, mi español tendrá algunos (bueno, MUCHOS) equivocaciónes, pero confio que me perdonarán, cierto? Espero que si. La idea es que yo siga usando frecuentamente mi español y que pueden saber un poco más, si quieren, de mi.

De esa forma pienso hacer el blog: por un buen tiempo, he escrito en mi diario las cosas positivas que pasan durante el día o la semana. El habito me ayuda estar consciente y agradecida por los milagros que obra Dios en mi vida, y es precisamente eso que deseo compartir con ustedes.  Cada semana, escribiré algunos eventos positivos que me han sucedido durante el transcurso de la semana, y espero que puedan encontrar también en sus vidas las bendiciones pequeñas que el Señor les ha colocado. Quizás no sean las palabras de una gringa que intenta escribir el español y hablar de su vida, pero sé que habrán otras milagros. !Solo hay que buscarlos!

Les quiero mucho-

Erica Joy

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  1. Erica I love this so much!!! I can't wait to read about your weekly treasures from God!! :)

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