Diana Leaney López Ruano

I've had a chronic cough since January 2018.  Sometimes my prayers go, "Heavenly Father, please help me breath.  Please, I just want to breath." The first six months of this were suffocating.  I couldn't speak full sentences. I was putting people on mute every few words during calls at work.  I couldn't breath.  I had just started to hear myself laugh and sing again, but breathing is the first step towards laughing and singing so those things stopped.    In Japan I couldn't walk without pain.  My knees would hurt intensely after just thirty seconds of standing so I hobbled through my mission with pain in every step.  When my mission president asked me to extend my mission an extra month I looked down at my knee-braces as I tightrope-walked the curb of the sidewalk and immediately said yes.  My prayers changed at that point.  Instead of asking Heavenly Father to heal me I said, "If Thou knowest that I can serve Thee without legs...

I have been financially independent since I graduated high school at 16.  I have not asked my parents for money since then and even though I’m broke, the little I have is what I have created.   Being the daughter of immigrants has been tough.  As a first-generation American if I wanted an education I had to figure out how to pay for it on my own.  None of that, “My grandparents have money saved for my schooling.”  Or, “I’m on my parent’s insurance.”  Nah, my siblings and I don’t get that luxury.  We get to figure things out on our own.  The eight of us siblings take each other to doctor appointments, learn about mortgages, and deal with our crap together.   I’m grateful for my immigrant parents and the things that I have learned from my upbringing. The lack of groundwork and stability provided means I have become strong building my own foundation (yes, I can use power tools as well as the next Latino).  However, I am also acu...

This is what I needed God to tell me today. This is happening so that you can learn that you are enough.  This time.  This place.  This moment.  It was all designed so that you can learn that you are everything you need to be right now.  Nothing more, nothing less. Progress can be measured in so many ways.  My Daughter, know that I am God and that I know you.  Know that this too will be only a short while.  Your tears are ever flowing, but you're being molded into a deep river of powerful current that will not be stopped.  You do not know my plan for you. You just don't.  You don't know the grandeur of my plan, you only see what is in front of you.  Have I not shown you my love on so many occasions?  Have I not protected you, helped you, and comforted you when you needed it? Don't you know that I am here?  Don't you know that I am God?  Don't you see, see the joy that is to come if you just hold on a little...

Let her be your everything. The reason you wake. The reason you work. The reason you give. The reason you live. Let her take you,  enfold you,  surround you with bliss. The warmth coming from within that is really just her voice. The smile on your lips as you drive,  unaware of its existence.   The reason you walk with confidence towards the future that is together. Let her be the word that describes the chorus of heaven's angels. Let her take the butterflies in your stomach and release them into your own private neverland. Let her bring you happiness in the shape of her finger wrapped in a band of forever. Let her be your everything. Love her.

Public Friends of Friends Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom Close Friends La Region See all lists... Family CoWorkers Zhuzhou Area Hunter High School Salt Lake Community College Salt Lake Community College The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints The University of Utah Creative Woodworks, Inc. Acquaintances Go Back even though i love my family. i love my friends. i honestly can't wait for it all to end:) When i will walk by His side again. He will ask me questions then. Did you work hard? i did, i know. Did you love harder? i did, i do. Did you play? every single day. Did you face your trials? i did not run away. Daughter of mine, are you worthy to stand? i am. i am. Come then child, and take my hand. one day. one sweet day it will all be worth it. every tear, every heartache. i hope until then- i remain worthy to stand.

Black tears streaming down a pale face. Mascara drips from the eyes in stinging streaks. Blurred vision behind tinted glasses.   The dark brings blood and together the brick wall shoves and groans. Run. Wipe away the tears and stop. Clear the mess, bleach the blood and drop the rag. i wish i could run away to the place where my dreams welcome reality's troubles, place them in bubbles and send them away to open bliss. i wish. this isn't a starved cry for a glance. nor the pitiful tears of romance. i'm sad, its true. but don't worry i still have you. I have the power of the prophets and the world at my fingertips. I have the laughter and tears from these past eighteen years. So read and leave. I can do it. I still believe.