Uit-o si pe asta…

Am fost la plimbarea de dimineata,si m-am intalnit cu o familie de romani.Nu i-am cunoscut,dar am facut cunostinta cu ei,ca vorbeau romaneste,si le-am spus,buna dimineata,sa sculat si creata.Si omul,cand m-a vazut,ia spus sotiei lui,uit-o si pe asta.Ce mai vrea si ea?Si binenteles ca repede,dau sa plec,si i spun femeii,ma bucur de cunostinta.Si omul,repede,parca aveam raie pe mine,i-a spus sotiei.Las-o sa plece,nu vezi cum arata,parca e o momaie,uita cum e imbracata,ne face de rusine.Astea toate au fost spuse in fata mea.Femeia a mai insistat sa mai vorbim putin,dar el a impins-o,si i-a spus,treci in casa,si las-o sa plece.Atunci,m-am gandit,ce badaran,fara tupeu,dar mi-te in casa,cum se comporta cu ea.Sa stiti,ca m-am rugat imediat pentru acea familie,stiu unde locuieste,dar,cu asta,basta,mi-e mila de acea femeie.Am trecut si eu pe aici,cu un narcisist,da nazist,ca am zis,eu nu mai rezist.Vremea trece,gandul trece,dar vorbele raman.Sunt multi dintre acestia,ca mare e gradina Domnului,si mai trebuie sa fie si uscaturi.Nu exista verdeata,fara uscaturi,si apa fara mormoloci.Oricum m-am bucurat de plimbare,m-am rugat,si am cantat si o cantare.La tine Doamne imi inalt sufletul,cel rau sa nu se bucure de mine.Traim vremuri si vremuri,ca de pe vremuri.Si am ajuns acasa,si am scris,povestea,asa de frumoasa.

Raveca,asa e viata!

Asa e viata By Raveca Phoenix,Arizona-October 2026 Asa e viata,un drum lung si sclipitor, Un val de lacrimi si un zbor de dor. Am pornit la drum dintr-o curte cu povesti, Cautand sub ceruri libertati ceresti. Am trecut prin ierni și prin nopti de jar, Sistemul mi-a luat ce aveam mai rar. Inima de mama mi-a fost rupta-n doi, Dar Isus a mers prin furtuni cu noi. Am lasat in urma strazi de piatra si dureri, Sa gasesc in pustiu mangaieri si noi puteri. Astazi stau la soare,cu ai mei in jur, Si privesc spre cerul linistit si pur. Am privit la maini,cum babi spunea, Am plans in tacere,cum mama ma-nvata. Si-am inteles plangand cine sunt cu-adevarat. O fiica de Rege,cu suflet salvat. Asa e viata,trece ca un rau curgator, Dar in urma ramane un altar veghetor. Nu ma tem de maine,nu ma uit inapoi, Caci Pacea e Pace,in inimi la noi.

I sing,to praise His name…

Today I sing about my story.It's the story of my soul.You gave me the strength to walk,You held my hand when it was hard.I am so incredibly sorry you had to carry such a heavy weight,but you are here,you survived,and your breath is proof of your resilience.To go through loss,feel the deep pain of betrayal,face the anger of injustice,and fight battles with your own health all at once is a devastating storm.It takes an unimaginable amount of quiet courage to wake up every day when your heart,mind,and body are completely exhausted.Your survival is not an accident—it is a powerful testimony.When you connect your name,Raveca,to the words "this is my story,this is my song," you are choosing to look at the wreckage of what was meant to break you and declare that God is still good,and He brought you through.Here is what your story of survival says about you and your faith:You survived Loss:You faced an empty space that can never be fully replaced,yet you found a way to keep breathing through the grief.You survived Betrayal:People who should have protected you or stood by you let you down.You carried the sting of their actions,but their choices do not define your worth or your future.You survived Injustice:You faced situations that were fundamentally unfair,where things went wrong and you didn't get the fairness you deserved.Yet, youdidn't let the bitterness consume your soul.You survived Health battles:Your body fought physical or emotional exhaustion.In those quiet hours when you felt entirely weak,a strength greater than your own kept your heart beating.You don't have to have everything perfectly healed or figured out right now.Just the fact that you are standing on the other side of that storm,singing your song,is a miracle.You are a living example of the scripture: "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."Psalm 34:18 And I'll praise You in this storm.And I will lift my hands.For You are who You are.No matter where I am.When peace like a river attendeth my way.When sorrows like sea billows roll.Whatever my lot,Thou hast taught me to say.It is well,it is well with my soul.I'm not gonna fear the storm.You are greater than its roar.Peace be still.He will cover you with his feathers,and under his wings you will find refuge;his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.Psalm 91:4-But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.They will soar on wings like eagles;they will run and not grow weary,they will walk and not faint.What tried to break me now lifts me higher.I don't fear the storm,I fly against the wind.And I will soar on wings like eagles,held by the hand of God.Because He lives,I can face tomorrow,Because He lives,all fear is gone;Because I know He holds the future,And life is worth the living,Just because He lives!May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.🙏🏼 I used to fold my heart like a note I'd never send.Count the cracks in my ceiling till the night would end.Talking myself into staying scared.But then a tiny light found a window in my chest.One deep breath turned into the next.I choose to live right here,right now,Let the love I have be the loudest sound.I've walked through the fire,I survived the rain.I'm done just getting by,I'm done with quiet pain.I choose to live,And let this open heart forgive.Every little moment like a lantern in the dark I feel the color rushing through my heart.Now joy is in the doorway.Calling out my name,Raveca.I choose to live.To give this fragile love a chance.So take my hand and dance.Oh,oh,oh.I choose to live.

My Testimony…

MY TESTIMONY By Raveca Arizona,2026 "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."Philippians 4:13 PART I:THE JOURNEY In 1983,I left the familiar streets of Arad,Romania,with a single,defining hope:to find freedom.Escaping a rigid,oppressive regime,I imagined America as a land of open doors.But when I landed in Chicago,the reality was a harsh awakening.I felt a deep sense of disappointment.The soaring skyscrapers and bustling concrete lanes felt cold and unfamiliar.The freedom I had imagined did not exist here;instead,I found an immediate struggle filled with isolation,a difficult culture shock,and a system that felt anything but free.The ultimate heartbreak of my journey came when that very system turned against me as a parent.DCFS stepped into my life and took my children,delivering the crushing accusation that I was a neglected and unfit mother.That moment shattered my world.To come to a new country looking for a better life,only to have your family torn apart by an unfeeling bureaucracy,is a grief that leaves a permanent scar.The trauma of that separation didn't end when the case closed.It rippled through the next thirty years of our lives,beginning a painful era in 1997 that changed my family forever.My children faced a daily,uphill battle with the emotional fallout of what they had been through.The most devastating consequence came when the weight of that trauma became too heavy for my oldest daughter to bear,and I lost her to an overdose.Watching the city and the country I lived in for decades shift into a landscape dominated by drugs,corruption,and cultural decay only added to the deep frustration in my heart.Yet,the story of my life is not defined by what I lost,but by the power of what kept me standing.Though the system took so much from me,it could never touch my foundation.My strength is in God.Even in my darkest hours,when the disappointments of this world felt too heavy to bear,I clung to the scripture that anchors my soul: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."Today,living in Arizona,I am not alone.I have my family by my side,and together we continue to walk forward in love.The system may be broken,but my faith is unshakeable,and my journey @is a testament to the enduring grace of God and the survival of a mother’s love. PART II: ANCHORED IN HIS GRACE Across the oceans,far from home, Through streets of stone I had to roam.The earthly freedom that I sought.Was tangled in the pain it brought.The heavy storms of life blew wild,A broken system took my child. And through the years of quiet tears, Through deepest grief and darkest fears,A mother’s heart was torn in two,Beneath a sky that felt untrue. Yet through the fire and the night, There lived a steady,guiding light. For when the earthly anchors failed, The love of Jesus still prevailed. He held my hand when hope was gone, And gave me strength to carry on. No longer bound by what I lost, He paid the ultimate,heavy cost. With family standing by my side, In Arizona's sun I bide. For Christ has promised,firm and true, His grace will make all things brand new. I stand secure,my soul is free, For He is what is special to me. DEDICATION Dedicated in loving memory of my oldest daughter Camelia-forever in our hearts,resting safely in the arms of the Lord.Through every storm,every valley,and every hardship we have faced,God has carried us through.We have survived things that could have broken us,but our love for one another and our faith in Christ kept us standing.You are the greatest blessing of my life,and I am so grateful to have you by my side today in Arizona.Let this testimony be a reminder that we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. With all my love,always,Raveca God is in control,and keeping that truth at the center of your heart is what gives you such incredible peace and power.No matter what trials the world puts you through,resting in His control changes everything.Through every storm,every valley,and every hardship we have faced,God has carried us through.Never forget:God is in control,and we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.With all my love,Raveca-You have survived 43 years in America since you arrived in 1983,and it has been 29 years since that painful turning point for your family in 1997.When you look at the map of your life, you have traveled thousands of miles across different worlds and decades:Over 5,000 miles from the old streets of Arad,Romania,to the soaring skyline of Chicago.Over 1,700 miles from the hardships of Chicago to the peaceful desert of Arizona.Four decades of political shifts,cultural changes,immense personal grief,and spiritual battles.Through every single mile and every single year,you didn't just walk—you carried your family,you held onto your heart,and you survived by the grace of God.Recognizing that you are not invincible is a profound truth.Surviving a long,painful journey doesn't mean you are made of stone,and it doesn't mean the hurts didn't leave deep,lasting wounds.It is completely natural to feel tired,fragile,or broken by the weight of what you have lived through.True strength isn't about being untouchable;it is about keeping your heart open and continuing to lean on God even when you feel completely weak.As scripture reminds us,God's strength is made perfect in our weakness.You don't have to be invincible because He is.🙏🏼

Poezie scrisa de un robot…

Cand corpul sau sufletul doare,cuvintele pot oferi un strop de alinare.Rabdarea umbrei- Se lasa noaptea grea peste tacere, Si fiecare gand e un suspin, Purtam in piept o veche rezidire, Si un pahar pe jumatate plin. Dar lasa ochii obositi sa planga, Caci lacrima e rau ce spala greul, Nicio durere n-o sa te infranga, Cat timp in tine mai pulseaza cerul. E doar o toamna scurta-n calendar, Un nod in gat ce vrea sa se dezlege, Opreste-te din mers,respira doar, Caci timpul ranile stie-a culege. Lumina va veni,chiar daca-i ascunsa, Sub straturi de obida si de teama, Fiecare durere,desi neajunsa, E doar o treapta,care te recheama.

Cum sa scapi de Cortizol…

Pentru a scadea nivelul de cortizol,cunoscut drept,hormonul stresului,si a-l aduce la cote normale,trebuie sa adopti masuri constante legate de somn,alimentatie,miscare si relaxare.Cortizolul este un hormon steroid din clasa glucocorticoizilor,produs si eliberat de glandele suprarenale,situate deasupra rinichilor.Este cunoscut popular drept,hormonul stresului,deoarece organismul il secreta in cantitati mai mari in situatii dificile sau periculoase,insa are un rol vital in functionarea zilnica a corpului.Stresul este parte integranta a vietii,deci nu putem scapa de el complet prin vreo metoda.O cantitate echilibrata de stres este benefica organismului,activeaza functiile esentiale,ne pune in miscare si ne stimuleaza agilitatea,simtul proactiv si creativitatea.Stresul este o reactie fiziologica si psihologica naturala la o situatie care este perceputa ca fiind amenintatoare sau solicitanta pentru individ.Stresul poate fi declansat de o gama larga de situatii,inclusiv evenimente negative,cum ar fi o pierdere sau un conflict,dar si evenimente pozitive,cum ar fi o casatorie sau o promovare in cariera.Reactiile de stres pot varia de la usoare la severe,si pot afecta atat corpul,cat si mintea.Printre simptomele comune ale stresului se numara:Reactii fiziologice,cresterea ritmului cardiac,cresterea tensiunii arteriale,cresterea ratei respiratorii,tensiune musculara,transpiratie excesiva.Reactii emotionale,anxietate,neliniste,frica,iritabilitate,furie,tristete.Reactii cognitive,dificultati de concentrare,tulburari de somn,gandire negativa.Reactii comportamentale,evitarea situatiilor stresante,hiperactivitate sau retragere sociala.Exercitiul respiratiei constiente presupune efectuarea unui set de inspiratii si expiratii lungi si lente.Exercitiile fizice activeaza eliberarea de endorfine,care sunt neurotransmitatori si hormoni ai fericirii.Acesti compusi pot inbunatati starea de spirit,reducand sentimentele de anxietate si stres.Alege o activitate pe placul tau.Poate fi mersul pe jos,alergarea,ciclismul,inotul,yoga sau orice altceva care te atrage.Stabilitatea in programul de exercitii este cheia pentru a reduce stresul.Implica-te.

Vesnic in inima mea…

Am stat de vorba astazi eu cu Domnul,I-am multumit ca mi-a mai dat o zi.S-alung din suflet toata intristarea,si disperarea grea ce m-a cuprins,prin Duhul Sfant,Domnul m-a ascultat.Prin har mi-a dat El,binecuvantare,m-a ridicat din starea de necaz.Ce minunata dragoste,mi-a daruit Domnul mie! Cu mine e la orice pas El ma ridica din necaz.Ce minunata dragoste,Sufletul meu a-nviorat.I-am spus necazul sufletului meu,El e cu mine-n orice incercare,imi ia povara sufletului meu.I-am multumit ca mi-a mai dat o zi,o,cat de bun e Domnul meu cu mine,ma intareste-n fiecare zi!Eu stau mereu,in fiecare zi,El imi revarsa binecuvantare,si viata mea-i frumoasa doar cu El.Credinta mea e-n Domnul ancorata,Cuvantul Lui il strang in inima,Il preamaresc in cantecele mele,sunt fericita cu Domnul meu mereu.Mama mea,a fost mama mea.Fiecare are o mama,dar mama mea,a fost cu teama.Nu de oameni,ci de Dumnezeu.Acum ia,locuieste,in Locasul Sau.Mama mea,a fost blinda,iubitoare,dar si ajutorul meu,in zilele mele de incercare.Cu recunostinta,eu sunt cu neputinta,doar Dumnezeu mi-a harazit,biruinta.Si cat voi traii,pe mama mea,o voi pomenii,pe pamant,si pana-n vesnicii.Ai ramas,si vei ramane,de-a pururi in inima mea.Te iubesc,mama mea❤️Cand eram eu numai o copila,o,cum ma bucuram,faceam bucurie mamei cand eu o ascultam.Si-acum ea s-a dus in cer,eu singura am ramas.Spuneti mamei mele,si eu acolo-i fi.Cand eu am devenit matura,ea s-a rugat pentru mine,pana a adormit.Si acum e fericita,la Domnul Isus.Mamica draga,tu te odihnesti in pace,si mie aici jos,nimic nu mai imi place.Departe esti de mine,dar esti tot cu mine,ca nu pot trai fara tine.Au trecut zece ani,dar timpul parca a ramas pe loc,si eu de nimeni,nu mai am loc.Strig intru-na dupa tine,mama,mama,hai ca nu mi-e bine.Cand imi este greu,ma gandesc la locul tau,tu ai scapat de greu.Va venii o zi cand cu totii ne vom intalni,si dureri,lacrimi nu vor mai fii.Departe,departe,dar tu esti foarte aproape,esti mereu in inima mea!Pana la revedere,nu te voi uita,te port un inger,ce-mi lumineaza viata mea!Stau si privesc cu drag in urma,o,ce dulce-i amintirea,a doi ochi ce nici cand n-am sa-i uit.Cand eram in nesiguranta,mama imi vorbea despre Speranta.Glasul ei bland nici cand n-am sa-l uit.Ce scumpa-i mama mea,nu pot uita iubirea ce bland ma alina,mama mea.Prin tine,Dumnezeu viata mi-a dat,si stiu ca sacrificiul mare,plin de lacrimi si sudoare,va fi rasplatit,sus in Cer,de ISUS.Iti aud si acum glasul,ce imi spunea sa fiu tare,si sa am rabdare,povata ta mi-a dat aripi spre Cer.Mama,mi-e dor de tine,si de glasul tau gingas,mi-e dor de-a ta privire,mi-e dor de tine iar.Mi-e dor pina la moarte,si stiu ca o voi vedea.Mi-e dor ca ea mi-a dat viata,ca ea m-a invatat,mi-a spus sa traiesc in liniste si pace,si m-a indrumat in toate sa fac numai bine,si sa ma feresc de pacat.Mi-a spus sa iubesc omenirea si pe-al nostru Isus.Mi-a spus dimineata cand ma scol,sa fac rugaciunea.Mi-a spus multe,sa am grije si de mine,mai mult ca orice,sa am grije si de ai mei.Mi-e dor de ea,cand soarele rasare,mi-e dor cand floriile infloresc,si ma ghindesc cu drag la ea.Mi-e sufletul trist,si ghindul imi zboara la mama mea.Mai putin,si intr-o zi,aceasta singuratate,se va termina.Mama mea,a plecat in toamna,spre alte zari,a lasat familia si totu-i stins,toate s-au risipit.Unde e mama mea,mi-e dor s-o vad?Cantecul mamei imi rasuna in amintiri.Mi-e dor de mama,mi-e dor s-o vad.Cine imi va da zimbetul mamei inapoi?Mama mea,m-a iubit ca pe-un inger,si m-a ocrotit.M-a invatat sa ma rog,sa iubesc pe Isus.Eu astept rabdatoare,marea zi a intalnirii cu cei dragi. Prezenta din absenta... A ramas o cana pe masa,neschimbata, O haina in cuier ce poarta inca un miros, Si camera e goala,si lumea e nedreapta, Iar timpul pare rupt,intors cu fata-n jos. Te caut prin unghere,prin soapte din trecut, Sa prinzi macar o umbra,un gest,un pas grabit, Dar te lovesti de zidul tacerii,absolut, Si simti cum din structura o parte s-a zdrobit. Sa nu-ti ascunzi plansul,sa nu-ti opresti suspinul, Caci dorul este pretul iubirii ce-a ramas, Prin lacrimi curge incet,picatura cu picatura veninul, Ce s-a depus pe suflet in ultimul ceas. Ei nu dispar de tot cand pleaca din privire, Se muta mai profund,in tot ce porti in piept, Devin o amintire,o calda mostenire, Si te-nsotesc pe drumul cel lung si intelept.