​Carrying the Sky in My Hands.

Today, as I watched a soccer match between Uruguay and Cape Verde, I was unexpectedly transported back to my childhood.

I don’t know what triggered the memory so strongly, but suddenly I could see myself again—a little girl in kindergarten, celebrating United Nations Day at school.

Each child represented a different country, and that year I was chosen to represent Uruguay.

I remember my mother lovingly making me a beautiful dress inspired by the colors of the Uruguayan flag. I remember carrying the flag proudly as I walked with the other children. And while I didn’t understand the history behind the flag at that age, I remember exactly what I saw when I looked at it.

I saw the sky.

The white background and the blue stripes reminded me of clouds and heaven. The golden sun in the corner seemed to shine over it all. To my little heart, it wasn’t just a flag—it was as if I were carrying the sky in my hands.

Years later, I would carry another flag—the flag of Mexico, my beloved homeland. In high school, I had the honor of being the abanderada, carrying the Mexican flag with pride and respect. Mexico runs through my veins, my culture, my family, and my identity.

But today, watching that soccer match, I wasn’t thinking about history, politics, or sports.

I was remembering a little girl.

A little girl who believed the sky could be carried in her hands.

A little girl whose mother took the time to make her a dress so she could feel special.

A little girl who saw beauty where others saw colors and fabric.

And as I reflected on that memory, I realized something.

Life has a way of making us grow up quickly. Responsibilities, bills, disappointments, losses, and hardships often steal our sense of wonder. We become so focused on surviving that we forget how to simply see beauty.

Yet God, in His kindness, sometimes brings back these memories to remind us of who we once were.

Not because He wants us to live in the past, but because He wants us to remember the innocence, joy, and wonder that still live within us.

Today, that memory reminded me that despite all the challenges I face, there is still a part of me that sees the sky in a flag, beauty in simplicity, and God’s fingerprints in the smallest moments.

And perhaps that is one of His greatest gifts.

The ability to remember.

The ability to wonder.

The ability to look at life and still see the sky.

“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 18:3

— MC©️

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